clicking thru some blogs last night i come across this post by ted burke. ah yes, the heady rush of finding stashes of porn when entering adolescence. seriously, i think every male kid has similar memories. i recall cheap pulp novels where the paper was so crude that you could see chunks of wood floating in it, and the pictures were horrible line drawings such as the one posted by burke. i also recall glossy color mags where the models all had acne and a stoner's blissed-out expression. the horror! the horror! for a kid, they were like heroin to a junky, such a rush!

and check out these good poems by ryan gallagher. these are texts that are a bit of rush upside the head. i can dig it, yeah baby.

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