Christopher Lockett
@doclock.bsky.social
Associate professor of English at Memorial University of Newfoundland. 20C American Lit, Science Fiction & Fantasy. Earnest ironist and magical humanist.
Blog: https://cjlockett.com/
Substack: https://magichumanism.substack.com/
Blog: https://cjlockett.com/
Substack: https://magichumanism.substack.com/
Meanwhile, this f&%@er is currently in the hallway outside my office singing an aria titled "I know you SAY you've fed me, but I don't believe it." This follows his standards "I'm Dying!" and "Crool Crool Hoomans."
October 27, 2025 at 10:08 AM
Meanwhile, this f&%@er is currently in the hallway outside my office singing an aria titled "I know you SAY you've fed me, but I don't believe it." This follows his standards "I'm Dying!" and "Crool Crool Hoomans."
Here the poet moves backward through the stages of decline and fall. The conceit of the staircase at once grounds the text in the realities of aging and its difficulties while also effecting a strange katabasis, the descent at once a return to youth that necessitates an appreciation of his nemesis.
October 1, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Here the poet moves backward through the stages of decline and fall. The conceit of the staircase at once grounds the text in the realities of aging and its difficulties while also effecting a strange katabasis, the descent at once a return to youth that necessitates an appreciation of his nemesis.
Bartleby, the Cat, invites everybody to join him in screaming into the abyss.
August 10, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Bartleby, the Cat, invites everybody to join him in screaming into the abyss.
I came across this comic recently and laughed so hard I did myself an injury.
May 11, 2025 at 12:15 AM
I came across this comic recently and laughed so hard I did myself an injury.
Hey, done recognize done ...
April 30, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Hey, done recognize done ...
“Life inna box is better than no life at all. I expect.”
April 28, 2025 at 7:45 AM
“Life inna box is better than no life at all. I expect.”
Here the poet approaches the topic of baseball. Long a grand metaphor for the American experience, the poet instead reduces it to a barely coherent, fractured collage of words, seeming to imply that the American experience has been divorces from even its most primary mythologies.
April 7, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Here the poet approaches the topic of baseball. Long a grand metaphor for the American experience, the poet instead reduces it to a barely coherent, fractured collage of words, seeming to imply that the American experience has been divorces from even its most primary mythologies.
Maybe it's time to start doing Trump poetry again.
March 27, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Maybe it's time to start doing Trump poetry again.
This was where my mind went, and I was very confused for several moments.
March 27, 2025 at 8:23 AM
This was where my mind went, and I was very confused for several moments.
Honestly can't tell with this whether:
(1) He's being purely honest
(2) He is genuinely that obtuse
(1) He's being purely honest
(2) He is genuinely that obtuse
February 17, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Honestly can't tell with this whether:
(1) He's being purely honest
(2) He is genuinely that obtuse
(1) He's being purely honest
(2) He is genuinely that obtuse
Our battalions of battle moose await.
February 15, 2025 at 1:20 PM
Our battalions of battle moose await.
Citizens of Bluesky, it’s been a bit of a week. Have some cats.
January 27, 2025 at 9:57 AM
Citizens of Bluesky, it’s been a bit of a week. Have some cats.
BREAKING: Totally predictable thing that many people totally predicted would happen is totally happening as predicted.
January 26, 2025 at 9:59 AM
BREAKING: Totally predictable thing that many people totally predicted would happen is totally happening as predicted.
Dropping this slide into the middle of a PowerPoint presentation for my fourth year class.
January 22, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Dropping this slide into the middle of a PowerPoint presentation for my fourth year class.
Sitting in my office, noticed the time; picked up the writing I’m working on and walked to the campus undergrad pub, because it somehow felt more appropriate to have a beer in my hand while the republic ends.
Pouring one out for my American friends.
Pouring one out for my American friends.
January 20, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Sitting in my office, noticed the time; picked up the writing I’m working on and walked to the campus undergrad pub, because it somehow felt more appropriate to have a beer in my hand while the republic ends.
Pouring one out for my American friends.
Pouring one out for my American friends.
Bartleby the Cat, very perturbed by the crumb on the arm of the couch.
January 12, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Bartleby the Cat, very perturbed by the crumb on the arm of the couch.