Blake Butler

http://www.gillesdeleuzecommittedsuicideandsowilldrphil.com/

Blake Butler lives in Atlanta. His third book, There Is No Year, is forthcoming April 2011 from Harper Perennial.

Very excellent post over at Johannes’s Exoskeleton about ‘experimentalism’ and the &Now Conference ‘Hipsters, Kitsch and the Specter of Mass Culture’: “Complexity is the new Negative Capability.”

Next week at HTML Giant is Mean Week 2. If you have any specific requests of things you want to hear about meanly, suggestion box is open.

Regretsy: ‘Handmade? It looks like you made it with your feet’

Either Jimmy Chen started a new blog or somebody else is pretty funny: Regretsy.

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Web Hype / 14 Comments
October 22nd, 2009 / 4:28 pm

RT @blakebutler if you smoke weed you aren’t an artist

Who has seen Where the Wild Things Are? Is it worth the time and money? Feels like they are trying too hard to get me to go to the movie. But, you know.

CA Conrad’s (Soma)tic Poetry Exercises

There were a bunch of these in this issue of Fence a while back, which I have since read 4 or 5 times. Basically Conrad lists instructions (from very far gone to very direct) on experiential episodes to cause a text. They are pretty hilarious and wild in and of themselves. In getting ready to write a post about them, I realized he posts them regularly on a blog (or used to) (Soma)tic Poetry Exercises.

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Here’s an example:

Go to your local graveyard, spend some time searching for a spot to sit. Find a spot where no one will pester you, you’re busy, you’re here to write poetry, not to be pestered with small talk! When you have found your spot sit down on the ground. Take time to look closely at ALL OBJECTS at your feet, in the trees, etc. Find three objects, one of them on the ground, or at least touching the ground: your feet, a grave marker, tree trunk or roots, etc. The other two off the ground in a tree, a building, but make them things which are stationary so you can stay focused on them. Draw a triangle between these three objects. Focus hard on the contents of your triangle, keeping in mind that the ground object you have chosen connects to the dead. Imagine your triangle in different forms of light, darkness, weather, and seasons. Imagine someone you love inside the triangle dying. Imagine yourself inside it dying. Gather notes in this process, take notes, as many notes as you can about how you feel and what you feel. Then PAUSE from these notes to focus again on your triangle, THEN write QUICKLY AND WITHOUT THINKING for as much time as you can manage. Often it’s these spontaneous notes which dislodge important information for us. DO NOT HESITATE to write the most brutal things that come to mind, HESITATE at nothing for that matter. Take some deep breaths and think about death by murder, war, cancer, suicide, accidents, knives, fire, drowning, crushing, decapitation, torture, plagues, animal attacks, dehydration, guns, stones, tanks, bombs, genocide, strokes, explosions, electrocutions, guillotine, firing squads, parasites, suffocation, flash floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, cyanide, poison, capital punishment, falling, stampedes, strangulation, freezing, baseball bats, overdose, plane crashes, fist fights, choking, etc., imagine every possible form of death. Take notes on your feelings for death at this point, DO NOT HESITATE. Now, TAKE ALL YOUR NOTES, and using THE FILTERS “QUICKEN” and “EMBLEM” shape your poem.

Not all of them are that brutal. Some are about carrots and bananas.

Heavily recommend checking the rest of these out, and perhaps putting them to use? Bloodfun.

Also, if you haven’t read CA’s The Book of Frank, make it a priority.

Author Spotlight / 9 Comments
October 22nd, 2009 / 11:55 am

I want to read or write something that feels and operates like this: “…they have systematically documented numerous identities over the last 14 years.”

Lots of great in the Rumpus’s Last Book I Loved column. What’s the last book you loved?

Story by Story: Brian Evenson’s Fugue State (17) ‘Fugue State’

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The 17th and titular story of Fugue State is also its lengthiest, and of all those before it, perhaps the tract with the widest aim. Whereas up until now the majority of the texts herein have reckoned with themselves via a manner of constant recursion, spiraling into their own centers, ‘Fugue State’ the story is bookended by situations that find the ever-disassociative protagonist at the cusp of exiting his interior–and yet, in each instance, the bookends ultimately also end up serving as mirrors, reflecting, again, the lack of light onto itself.

As the title suggests, and again as has been the primary defining factors of all of the voices herein, our protagonist suffers from the inability to keep his reality in crystal grips. Any time the sentences find him beginning to ascertain something about himself to be true, or presented as true to the reader, further sentences serve to skew that understanding via small strokes, often questions the protagonist asks himself–”Had he done anything wrong?” “But couldn’t he explain that away?” “’Is anybody there?’” “’Do you remember your name?’” The deeper on we tread into the story, also, the quicker the questions begin to come, as further skewing, and skewing of the skewing, leaves even the questions to be questioned. What is being asked?

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October 21st, 2009 / 11:09 am

Drugs (a guest post from the Tyrant, Giancarlo DiTrapano)

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The Tyrant‘s got some questions:

You write, man?  You do drugs, man?  You do drugs and write, man?  I don’t want to count drinking as drugs but I guess I will if you’re going to fucking make me.  Man, those drinkers sure knew how to write, didn’t they?  You know who they are. What happened to that? Did anything happen to that? I’ve tried to drink and write but I always want to talk once I’ve had a drink so I end up at my computer facing a blank word doc, but then I’m fast on the phone with a childhood friend or someone else I usually wouldn’t want to talk to.  But (some) drugs are different.  They make you think faster or slower or better. Maybe they allow you to think of things from your past that you can’t bear to think of sober.  Some say they give you “Ass Power” and now I bet you want to know what that is. I heard an interview with Tony Robbins (that giant-mouthed guy) talking with Quincy Jones about Michael Jackson recording Thriller and all the “Ass Power” Michael Jackson had. “Ass Power” is the power to keep your ass seated and get some fucking work done.  Do drugs give you “Ass Power” or “Word Power” or “Story Power” or whatever the fuck you think you have or had when you wrote that story that you think is so good but no one will publish?  Let’s hear it.  You get high and write?  Snap tubes, brah?  Pop Xannies? Bumpsters? What do you drink, smoke, snort, run when you write? Or maybe you do nothing at all. Let’s hear it, cokeheads.

P.S   a) The Tony Robbins story is true.

b) What’s your guy’s number?

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October 20th, 2009 / 10:18 pm