An Ode to Νάρκισσος (Narcissus)

William Shakespeare never attained the honor of debuting one of his works in an online literary magazine.  As long as there are no follow-up inquiries, comments or logical thought processes, this statement stands as a blissfully ignorant but impressive fact and/or hallucination.

Many authors may claim that my heralding the acceptance of Jumper for publication in Apparatus Magazine as a huge success is a bit—I don't know—delusional, narcissistic and just plain sad.  I of course dismiss these claims, as they largely originate from published authors and working fiction writers with both commercial and critical acclaim.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat, Ad Nauseam.

The fact that I am the author and blog deity of a [laughably] literary site which contains any mathematically quantifiable visual representation of Miley Cyrus (let alone daring to directly reference She-who-shall-not-be-named-again) is a profound and personal shame for me.  Still, the image and reference are [moderately] related to the crux of this post.  Most importantly though, the mere mention of The Duchess of Soulless Tween Rock ensures [F]ap [Cr]iction's rightful assent to the top of the Google search results heap, which should net me an extra page view or two, so...meh.

Self-loathing and penitent digression complete, I shall continue with the all-important originally intended topic, .i.e., the tawdry relationship between music and writing.