I don't feel any of that chemistry coming my way. I don't know if it's because you're racist (I am Mexican) or if it's because I intimidate you sexually (I am Latino), but I know it's one of those two.

Well, I'd like to start by asking what edition you have, the Vintage, Everyman's, Putnam or Library of America? I'm not trying to make you second-guess your purchase, just out of curiosity. 
You will have a choice at the beginning of the book. You must read the introduction, don't just skip it because it is an integral…

Not a day goes by I don't ask myself the same question.

I'm not necessarily dissing them, I'm just saying that their poetry doesn't necessarily reflect their aesthetic writings. To be fair, most stylistic manifestos are partially an assessment of the writer's influences and interests, so to break away from that is actually a good thing. But I chose Valery and Eliot because…

I will begin by saying that I am currently pretty drunk; but, as my friends tell me, a drunk Maqroll is a fun/ny Maqroll. I will now disprove that.
   I got into a discussion with a few peers and professors last week about poetry (you can stop reading now or skip to the bottom, if you like) and what constitutes our…

[obligatory "Approach to Al-mutasim" reference]

That is exactly how I felt while I was watching the current (or previous or whatever) season, it just wasn't doing it for me. In my case, though, I simply forgot about it. It's still on?

Oh my god, the A. V. Club has somehow found a way to travel through time…
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and deliver their critical articles from the future to our present.

"I pity the fool who wants to stay awake for this entire trip."
*downs 2% milk/98% tranquilizer cocktail*

This is really late, but remember that episode where they showed how their lives changed every time they had a kid, and when Francis was about to light something on fire and she stuck his teddy bear in the fire to show him how it burned, how much she loved him, and how far she would go—even to the point of being the…

I was just talking to a flutist at a party who told me of her recent trip to Germany and how they actually pay attention to contemporary orchestral music and classical musicians. We talked about our favourites, a few that we're not sure how we feel about (as much as I like Wellesz, Schnittke and Hindemith, I don't…

Good job, Tuna. I fully support the idea that Pierce can rally when he needs to, and that his community of lesser-known characters was a way to give himself some security and stability. And Pistol Patty's speech at the end was probably the scariest thing I've ever seen a frozen confection say in deploying its army.

@avclub-f6f154417c4665861583f9b9c4afafa2:disqus , this symphony, oh my god. Oh my god, this symphony, wallflower. This symphony, wallflower, oh my god. Thank you.

Somewhere around 610. Friends, brothers, I could not reach the mountain top through honest means, so I decided to take the ski lift.

Oh Birdie, you work too hard. I went away for a couple of weeks and decided to do the same, vowing that I wouldn't comment until I had caught up with everyone else. I gave up on that a few days ago and am trying to ease my way back in without drawing too much attention.

That is some incredible stuff, @avclub-f6f154417c4665861583f9b9c4afafa2:disqus . I just finished listening to the symphony and I'm blown away. With this sort of music, I'm always afraid that I won't be able to "get" it if there isn't some over-arching structure that I can follow, but this is mystifying to say the…

I hate to limit judgments (Wow, is that really how you spell that word? If you say so, computer program) to short phrases, but this really was a lacklustre episode with some bright patches. Thematically, it's unsatisfying in its (excuse me) conception and its delivery (no excuse needed). The comic beats are few and…

That was some of the noicest scripted bro-talk I've ever heard. Hella-good.

As much as you or anyone else may try, I will probably end up watching Happy Endings long after it's gone.

Seconded. Jesus Christ, just when I thought she couldn't get hotter, she wears a jump-suit, a reflective vest and pulls her hair back.