We know that the Nobel Peace Prize is a joke, having been awarded to President Barack Obama before he started his drone campaign just for being elected, and this year it was awarded to Navi Pillay, "the South African judge who established sexual violence and rape as acts of genocide and concluded that Israel has committed genocide in Gaza." But not Gaza in Israel, right?
Also awarded this week was the 2026 Nobel Prize in Literature, which went to poet Anne Carson. The New Yorker published a couple of her pieces.
A poem by Anne Carson, who was awarded the 2026 Nobel Prize in Literature. Read it in full: https://t.co/rtwdOUgu5e https://t.co/ak4Gmm1dlO
— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) October 8, 2026
My personal poetry is a failure.
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
Cool, cooling.
Well, she's unbearable, and her personal poetry is a failure. I guess the committee awards points for accuracy?
https://t.co/htgcEM9vHr
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker Haha very funny. Now show us the real poetry that won. ::pause:: Wait, you mean that is real?
— Physics Geek (@physicsgeek) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker That’s hot garbage. How far poetry has fallen.
— Lady Demosthenes (@LadyDemosthenes) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker Sorry. It's garbage. I could ask Chat GPT to throw together 150 random words and craft something better.
— Tea Party Barbie (@laurahollis61) October 9, 2026
I confess to being an English major, and I was exposed to a lot of garbage. I was also exposed to some exceptional poetry, as in a graduate class on Keats and Yeats. It is my academic opinion that chicks can't write poetry.
@NewYorker “I want to be unbearable” https://t.co/bUBGSPwYuI
— Cybernetic (@__Cybernetic__) October 8, 2026
@NewYorker I like my poem better: I ate a pickle Over under dogwood trees No one can hear me My thyroid reminds the garden That my sex forever is dungeon bound, The Prom is never more. Oh, what a world Oh, what a world The Prom is never more
— TheMorningSpew2 (@TheMorningSpew2) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker It used to be that the pretentious elite at least sometimes gave us art of unmistakable cultural value, even if by accident. Now it's just this slop, all the time.
— Hon. Vickie Paladino (@VickieforNYC) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker 💩 https://t.co/JDRU3jWqfW
— Charlie Walsham (@CharlieWalsham_) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker An alleged poet named Carson Decided to put a big farce on. Conned the Nobel Committee that her verses were witty, And The New Yorker to show its fat arse on.
— Big Jarhead (@big_jarhead) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker This poem sucks. This poem fucks. This poem does not rhyme. This poem wasted my time. Shove an orange up my ass. Now my cheeks squeak louder than a rusty door hinge. Fresh-squeezed cheeks, no pulp, all gas
— meme bastard 🍕 (@mask_bastard) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker It is good to be nougat. Balls smashed with hammer. The author cries after sex. My Honda smells somewhat funny. --- Do I get a nobel prize? I'll take Miss Congeniality.
— Kit Shicker (@Kit_Shicker) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker Lol https://t.co/DcSjV6rxGW
— Josiah Lippincott (@jlippincott) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker In other news, the Nobel Prize in Literature, which once honored W.B. Yeats, Ernest Hemingway, Rudyard Kipling, T.S. Eliot, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Winston Churchill, John Steinbeck and many other actually great writers, has been infiltrated from the left and now has no meaning.
— Jason Owsley (@DesertLife1970) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker Like garbage floats on a sea of breeze Lacklustre, random, scathing Hardship, toil and other words Dark, descending, woke, painful Now more tripe and floating garbage And thankfully, the end.
— Bluecheese Crypto Stoner ;) (@MarkHayes69) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker @grok please write me an equivalent poem equal cadence equal length about minimizing travel luggage by wearing your underwear regularly as well as inside out
— Mark Edward (@MarkEdwardFTW) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker The deliberate uglification of all things beautiful is meant to demoralize. This is trash and we know you know it. We do not accept.
— Gone Wild Mama 🌿 (@gonewildmama) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker When she accepts the award https://t.co/jOReR21Qvv
— Danny Spillane (@Irishdanny77) October 10, 2026
@NewYorker There is better poetry than this in Insane Clown Posse lyrics
— Michael Bahr (@MikeValmike) October 9, 2026
@NewYorker Fragmented fridge notes pretend to be a poem then quietly die
— intellivision (@intellivisi0x) October 9, 2026
After putting you through that, I thought I'd send you into Sunday with some positive news I ran across, courtesy of David Hogg's gun-grabbing group, March for Our Lives:
The United States has more guns in civilian hands than every military in the world combined.
— March For Our Lives (@AMarch4OurLives) October 10, 2026
@AMarch4OurLives Hell yeah, brother https://t.co/UTCuZa3shR
— Enguerrand VII de Coucy (@ingelramdecoucy) October 10, 2026
@AMarch4OurLives And we're gonna keep buying more guns, because fuck you.
— Robb 🇺🇸 🏴☠️ 🛩️🐊 (@YF23Stan) October 10, 2026
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