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The Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life
Edited by Andrei Codrescu
ec chair poetick kultur anti-amthropomorphism
gallery zounds the making and unmaking of person
new economics of late capitalism
diaries and memoirs translation and her retinue
working class sweat
the corpse reads classics letters the book of revelations and epiphanies
the making and unmaking of person
Working Class Sweat & The DTs (best band of the oughts)

William Pitt Root takes no prisoners while he trashes the rich with a kind of manly anger we haven't seen in this magazine since Mark Spitzer went to Kansas

Jim Hazard's prose fumes like a steel-mill smokestack in this midwestern epic of night shift realism

Michael K. White's extremely scary report from the angry gut of the proletariat

Al Frank writes from heart-breaking universe of the struggling (artsy and love-starved) young

John L. Sheppard's "Gimpy" gets fired and has an instant vision of a better life

April MacIntyre is a corporate crisis PR specialist, and her story of panic at SilverLake, "an artsy, eastern Los Angeles community," is no fairy-tale.

Dan Campbell serves the working class by revealing just how much plastic there actually is in the mind of the CEO; also, he respects what $10 represents (not like some of our readers)

Chris Semansky generates the perfect Recommendation Letter, then pens a "Self-Portrait Pending Approval," proving that he's fully hipped to the hell machine

Doren Robbins sings (in two stories) the tragic predicament of an employed (maybe) salad-eater who explores sexuality (maybe) and white-collar crime (certainly) for purely emotional reasons.

Benjamin Ikenson' father coming home from work

Stashu Kapinski is "an amalgam of voices from the Lawrenceville neighborhood in Pittsburgh; unemployed steel workers, chronic drunks, disenfranchised immigrants;"

Jonathan Lyons scores one for "The Graveyarders." We do know how weird the world looks when you're pulling that graveyard shift; it's how the Corpse is born, every time.

Damien Thompson makes an argument against "Hangovers" (no argument here), from the point of view of a poor drudge who must work the next day. 'Nuf said.

 

 

 

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diaries and memoirs translation and her retinue
the book of revelations and epiphanies working class sweat
the making and unmaking of person the corpse reads classics letters

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