New Pop Lit‘s Editor-In-Chief returns with a short editorial/rant about what this animal called “Pop Lit” is all about. We’re mad literary scientists, out to create not monsters, but ART as shocking and powerful as any man-made creature which can be imagined. . . .
Misplaced notes; lost talking points; a lurking cat whining in the background– the initial episode of The King Wenclas Podcast began inauspiciously. But listen in anyway. You might enjoy it. (Photo: Statue in Prague of guy who may or may not be a distant relative of New Pop Lit‘s Karl Wenclas.)
WITH RUMORS RAMPANT of agents provocateurs throughout the land including in today’s literary scene, it’s a good time to post this standby poem from New Pop Lit‘s EIC, “The Mole.” IS the mole only an animal– or something more? Paranoid minds wish to know.
IN LOOKING for a poem to celebrate the 4th, New Pop Lit‘s chief editor realized he’d recorded one himself. FYI: It’s a trifle sarcastic. To keep him away from the microphone, send us your own recorded verse! Rants, agonies, recitations, comedies, or other “spoken word.” To: newpoplitATgmailDOTcom. (NOTE: The opening to this poem is supposed to […]