What if everything sucks by Buttercup McGillicuddy
not understand this guy’s name at all. Maybe there is a deep, dark past
involving a buttercup and a McGillicuddy. Certainly seems Buttercup is a mysterious
figure, making movies, living in Baltimore, claiming Baltimore is the ‘altest’
city ever, traveling around the East Coast, etc.
in there (I’m under ‘bs’). Buttercup even recorded himself reading these
things. Considering he’s an accomplished film maker and musician, this
soundcloud stuff is easy for him. Besides, there’s something wonderfully
soothing about his voice. Buttercup has an authentic voice. That’s probably
because he is authentic. He also ‘sleeps hard’ in cars from what I’ve heard
from that alt lit illuminati party in Boston. Each poem is titled with a number
to avoid confusion, or, more likely, to avoid any emotional attachment.
dedicated to Evan Hatch, an alt lit bro from the internet. He is a part of the
Earth. In a way we are all part of the Earth trying to crush things. ‘2’ is
dedicated to the initial ‘BS’ which stands for either me or ‘bullshit’. It is
very possible it stands for both things simultaneously. For the human mind
moves quickly trying to solve an unsolvable problem while the human spirit
gives up. I wonder sometimes whether or not our minds realize what our spirits
already know. Sometimes I feel like there are two different systems within a
single person. How they communicate seems ‘beyond my comprehension’.
rules! Everyone is drunk. So they have sex because they are young. Wish I was
young. Sometimes I feel like there are all these cool things going with these
young whipper-snappers. And here I am taking care of my finances, my kids and
my wife. It is hard running a farm full-time all the time. Those beets aren’t
going to beat themselves. ‘4’ is an extension of a joke Buttercup has with
Marshall Mallicoat. The ball is now in your court Marshall. You know what to
do. ‘5’ is really personal. I don’t know any of those people and I definitely
don’t know any artists. Unless writers count as artists I think I’m ‘artist
patently untrue. Cheer up there Buttercup. It gets alter. It gets better. Give
life some time. I don’t think I have the same group of friends I had even three
years ago. My life moves so fast while I move so slowly. Wonder how that even
happened. ‘7’ sneaks up on Buttercup. For the first few seconds he thinks its
eight. Then he says ‘fuck’ quietly and begins to read. This may be
I’m uncertain. Guess this goes with the theme of the poem about having too much
stress. ‘8’ sees Buttercup getting estranged from his own being. Finally ‘9’
ends with hearts.
this extension of Buttercup’s brand. He’s well known for personal dedications
for various get-togethers. I’m happy to see this side of him on the web.