#beachsloth

The small poems that have heart, hipsters calling each other hipsters, and end of the world parties are what count.

It doesn’t matter if you hate YOLO, you can’t live here forever. Move on.

Beachsloth is a steely-dan playing poetry-leaking faucet in the shape of a smiling face.

That which does not kill you is fodder for the internet. Keep tweeting and be awesome, Like this book.

The pangs of hunger that keep us awake like a Murakami story are what make up the words on the screen like a “lifetime of isolation.”

Seriously, read it. It is strange and absurd and silly and everything one would hope a poetry collection by the fabled Beach Sloth would be.

I’d write more of a review, but It doesn’t matter. It never does. And it never should. This is a collection of awesomeness written by Beach Sloth and that’s what makes it count. If you don’t its your loss. It’s available to buy here.

 My favorite poems in random order:

Incoming Mail

Hope against hope

[email protected]

Kenneth

Philosophy Course

Stars of the Lid

The Vice Guide To

Communism

October

JOSH SPILKER

DIANE MARIE

WALTER MACKEY

BEACH SLOTH

MOON TZU

@LAZZYANDOH

[ These present two optimistic scenarios. I’m avoiding the big one: you’ll never see the person online again. A few reasons might exist for this: they are a useless pothead who forgot their password and can’t be bothered with it, internet drama, some topic the person was extremely passionate about for an entire two month period in their senior year of High School, and the most common one: general disappointment in a lack of interest. Lack of interest is truly awful. Whenever I see a well-laid out, thoroughly researched blog with about 18 posts over a two to three month period I shake my head and walk away. For who knows if I could have saved them from internet death. Had I gotten to them to convince them they were doing something good, something valid, and something important, they might have stayed with it. Usually these kinds of internet deaths don’t have a dramatic ending: there’s no ‘well this is the end’. It just ends and that breaks my heart.

Real life happens. When a blog/online presence ends it often has to do with a busy schedule in reality, that place which exists off the internet. This is the easiest ‘internet death’ to accept. The blogger goes on some indefinite hiatus or decreases the number of posts before this happens. You’re never surprised by this one. People can experience a natural detachment from the blog before moving on. Of all the internet deaths, this one lacks drama. In fact, the blogger comes back after a prolonged period of time offering a new blog, a new online persona to unleash onto the world. I’ve experienced this particular event as well, returning to the internet after a fairly long period of time of inactivity. Inactivity can be ‘internet death’ depending on the frequency of the posts.