Tricia Lockwood writes about writing a poem about dunking.
Or like Donne wouldn’t have written a dunk poem. He would totally have written a death sonnet about the dunk and called it, “The Sickest Dunk Can Never Die.” Shakespeare I guess would have dunked from half-court, taking steps three at a time in the air, and everyone else would have gotten pissed and gone home.
Who is the Harlem Globetrotters of literature? Whoever I decide it is, that is gonna be the WORST burn.
(Hahaha it’s totally Jonathan Safran Foer, isn’t it.)
This is entertaining.