Valentine’s Day Is Chaucer’s Bitch

I’ve just been reminded as to why I find Valentine’s Day so interestingly ironic. Notice I did not use the word moronic. They only sound alike. It should be noted that many return to St. Valentine as a habit of affection, so I am truly sorry to burst bubbles–well, not so sorry, I like it actually. A lot. Though, affections are duly noted and encouraged. Still, a note: Lover’s day birthed from a smart ass quip from Chaucer to Venus. And I hold, still, after so many years of romantic gestures and creative card givings, that if you really want to celebrate Valentine’s day Chaucer style, give your lover a good smack and pony.

“So fiercely that when I on love do think/I know not well whether I float or sink.” –The Parliament of Fowls, Chaucer

Let the games begin…

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The Doctor T. J. Eckleburg Review was founded in 2010 as an online and print literary and arts journal. We take our title from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and include the full archives of our predecessor Moon Milk Review. Our aesthetic is eclectic, literary mainstream to experimental. We appreciate fusion forms including magical realist, surrealist, meta- realist and realist works with an offbeat spin. We value character-focused storytelling and language and welcome both edge and mainstream with punch aesthetics. We like humor that explores the gritty realities of world and human experiences. Our issues include original content from both emerging and established writers, poets, artists and comedians such as authors, Rick Moody, Cris Mazza, Steve Almond, Stephen Dixon, poets, Moira Egan and David Wagoner and actor/comedian, Zach Galifianakis.