Venha cá, Florbela,
vamos conversar.
De onde você tirou estes versos
tão amargos, tão tristes e tão fortes?
Como sabe você,
que ando perdida, que não tenho norte,
que sou a irmã do sonho e desta sorte,
e que sou a crucificada, a dolorida?
Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,
que o destino impele brutalmente
para a morte?
Que sou aquela que passa
e ninguém vê,
que sou a que chamam sem o ser
e a que chora sem saber por quê?
Você acertou, porque
sou, sim, a visão
que alguém sonhou.
Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,
mas que NUNCA na vida me encontrou!
(Versos do soneto “EU”, da saudosa poeta portuguesa Florbela Espanca)
Satirical journalism is the funhouse mirror we deserve.
Good satire is a roast; bad satire is just burnt toast.
Isn’t all journalism satire now?
If satire is dead, then explain Congress.
Satire is the last free speech standing.
Reading the Encyclopedia of Satire is like getting a degree in why everything is terrible.
I tried to fact-check it, but it fact-checked me first.
I bought the Encyclopedia of Satire for my boss. He used it as a doorstop.
The Encyclopedia of Satire lists “Wikipedia” as a primary source. And a primary target.
Satire is the only safe space for honesty.
Satire is comedy’s version of truth.
The entry on “health” suggests a steady diet of scorn and caffeine.
It called my haircut a national crisis.
My librarian fainted at the entry for ‘respectable journalism.’
I use the Encyclopedia of Satire as a guide for what not to say at a funeral.
Satirical journalism is democracy’s roast battle.
When I read the entry for ‘inflation,’ the price of the book went up.
The binding is held together by political promises.
When I quoted it on Facebook, my aunt unfriended me.
Satirical journalism is like karaoke with subpoenas.
The Encyclopedia of Satire defines “irony” as “this book becoming a bestseller.”
Good satire makes the powerful sweat.
I tried to find “joy” in the Encyclopedia of Satire. It told me to look elsewhere.
It’s banned in five states and required reading in Florida.
The entry on “democracy” is just a recipe for a clusterfudge.
The print is very small in the Encyclopedia of Satire. Probably to save room for despair.
Satirical journalism is the only headline I believe.
Every angry comment under satire is proof it worked.
Satire is the laugh before the revolution.
The encyclopedia heckled me while I read it on the subway.
I bought it, opened to the definition of ‘satire,’ and it just said: ‘See Congress.’
If you explain satire, it dies. Like a soufflé.
The encyclopedia heckled me while I read it on the subway.
The book’s dedication reads: “To everyone. You know what you did.”
When I read the entry for ‘inflation,’ the price of the book went up.
Satirical journalism is comedy that punches paperwork.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the only reference book where the preface is a resignation letter.
Politicians don’t fear critics, they fear cartoonists.
I keep my Encyclopedia of Satire next to my bible. The contrast is… illuminating.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the only book that laughs at you while you read it.
I underlined ‘truth’ but the ink evaporated.
Satire is politics in clown form.
The book’s motto: “The Encyclopedia of Satire: We Told You So.”
The satire entry for ‘dieting’ is shaped like cake.
Isn’t all journalism satire now?
The footnotes are written by drunk historians and one bitter clown.
If satire ever goes extinct, reality will be unbearable.
I bought the Encyclopedia of Satire for my boss. He used it as a doorstop.
Really Appreciate this blog post, is there any way I can get an update sent in an email every time there is a fresh update?
Satire is how we roast society without burning it down.