Reynard Seifert

Reynard lives in Ashland, Oregon, where he is writing a novel and a screenplay sometimes. He teaches English at an alternative school.

“This energy can be dangerous. It can kill as well as heal.” — Dynamo Jack

From An Indonesian Odyssey
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December 5th, 2011 / 3:47 pm

You can lead a Pike to whatever but you can’t make him crap on his own balls: a meme roundup

 (enjoy the meme music after the jump)

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November 26th, 2011 / 7:24 pm

Gulogulo

Due to the recent turn of events in the Occupy movement — by which I mean it is turning into a movement, not only because of the fact it is literally moving but because the real test of a movement occurs when the opposition tries to purge it — I feel obliged to do my small part in suggesting a word for what the occupiers are against. Perhaps you think there are existing words to describe what is opposed; and this is true, of course, there are lots of words; among them: corporate greed, economic disparity, banking malfeasance, shady lending, bullshit, derivatives, the 1%, fat cats, motherfuckers, etc. But consider for a moment that prior to 1944 there was no word for genocide. The explanation for this is simple, genocide was not a word — no one had thought to make it up. There were some other words to describe what was going on, such as: holocaust, perfidy, atrocity, burning people alive, etc. But, as there was no word for genocide, this made it difficult to discuss or wrap one’s head around what it meant when one race wanted to destroy another; that’s why Raphael Lemkin coined the term genocide, from the latin genus (a race) and –cide (to kill).

So I would like to offer up the term gulogulo. It’s a clunky word, I know, but so is the greasy sect it describes. It can easily be modified to wield as an adjective, e.g., “I just saw some gulogulous assclown punch a flower child in the face.” Gulogulo evokes the tyranny of the Gulag, the brutality of a masculinized Caligula, the monstrosity of the half-man, half-snake G.I. Joe villain Globulus (who gets his name from globule, a particle, often of fat, or, in astronomy, “a small dark cloud of gas and dust seen against a brighter background”); but most importantly it is a compound version of gulo gulo, a fun way to say wolverine. Gulo is latin for glutton, and in many parts of Europe wolverines are commonly known as gluttons — like fierce-ass war pigs.

What-a-dick

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November 17th, 2011 / 9:52 pm

Little Chris on Writing

thx RAINBOW SATAN for the tweetip

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October 6th, 2011 / 4:46 pm

“‘You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad.’ – Gertrude Stein” — Hemingway

Georg Scholz, "Female Nude with Plaster Bust" (1927)

Writing is a matter of taste, criticism a manner of penetration.

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September 29th, 2011 / 3:51 pm

“My mis-shapen head cracks through all the clichés.” – Jules Renard, on Writing

Years before Twitter and Robert Walser, Renard maximized the miniature. These are all from The Journal of Jules Renard, which Tin House reprinted in 2008, written between 1887 & 1910.

 

“You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.”

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September 7th, 2011 / 5:10 pm

Ofelia Hunt reading from Today & Tomorrow with Ben Mirov in SF

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Events / 2 Comments
July 5th, 2011 / 2:57 pm

Post your favorite?

In which This Recording editor Alex Carnevale tells you everything you always suspected about Roald Dahl* (*but were afraid to have confirmed). What do you think of the last sentence? Please don’t answer this question unless you read the whole damn thing.

“A Mercedes Benz is class because it represents money. However, chili dogs have absolutely no class but a great deal of style.” – David Lee Roth

from The Magnetic Fields (1920)

Philippe Soupault & Andre Breton

$240 from Atlas Anti-Classics

The corridors of the big hotels are empty and the cigar smoke is hiding. A man comes down the stairway and notices that it’s raining; the windows are white. We sense the presence of a dog lying near him. All possible obstacles are present. There is a pink cup; an order is given and without haste the servants respond. The great curtains of the sky draw open. A buzzing protests this hasty departure. Who can run so softly? The names lose their faces. The street becomes a deserted track.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLH2k_qlxE8

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May 24th, 2011 / 6:37 pm