Saturday, November 23, 2024

Harpoons

Neither roaming the tubes or the Sunday News,

we are venomous flash-bulbed harpies,

hanging in limbo,

limp with credibility,

lacking auto-focus,

macro-shooting blanks.

“But how do we know?”

they squeal, cropping and filling.

“I’ll clone stamp it out,”

we’ll counter.

Nick Laugher
Nick Laugher
Never profiting from the pithy pitfalls or pedantic antics of the common journalist, Nick "Noose Papermen" Laugher has continuously baffled readers by demonstrating a rare understanding of the vagaries of our current cultural climate. Rumored to have been conceived and raised in the nook of a knotty pine somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, Laugher was forced to abandon his true calling (pottery) after having one night experienced a vision in which a wise and generous hawk appeared to him through the shimmering static of his television set. The apparition spoke to Laugher of an aching need for some new kind of media perspective, one that elegantly incorporated esoteric vocabulary, gratuitous alliteration and penetrating pun-manship. And so it was. And so it is. And so it always will be.
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