Truly, could there be something more pretentious than a battle of the literary types? Yeah, I can’t think of anything either. So in a way, witnessing one would sort of be like seeing… I don’t know… something that’s equally representative of such a special mindset. I guess it would be

There’s something delightfully awkward about mixing bars and literature, as I learned from last week’s event— the reading at Franklin Park by Electric Literature authors. Upon walking into the bar – which was surprisingly packed and infused with that certain wild, uncoordinated energy – I looked at the little table and mic where the