(The Cartridge Lit blog.)
“Stickerbrush Symphony” interests me mainly as a narrative device. Beautiful as the song is on its own, it works on my heart as part of a story. Or, more aptly, two stories: the story of DKC2 and the story of childhood.
I wanted to pick Pokédex entries that felt resonant, and in most cases, pokémon that I had an emotional attachment to. I didn’t have any criteria that bound me to the first generation—if anything, I wanted to resist the part of the fandom that idealizes the early games/show and dismisses what’s come after.
I grew up in a hunting family and return to that world a lot in my writing. I also like spooky shit. I like blood and guts in my poems.
I can be in the backyard, in the woods, sitting on the porch steps. The world of Pokémon anywhere and everywhere.
Don’t blow that hard into it you knucklehead, my brother would say, snatching the cartridge from my hands. He would blow into it softly, hands gripping the other end gently, telling me like this, like this.
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