Jodorowsky minded music video for Yeasayers. A yes.

‘Thirty years’ editorial labours produce ‘more comprehensible’ Finnegans Wake’

a) What the hell.

b) Doing it wrong.

I posted about this yesterday, but I’m not sure it registered in the collective whatever, so here’s another snatch from  Joshua Cohen on Seymour Krim at the Forward.:

A literary critic is somebody who lives in a brownstone or penthouse, wears a suit, and is affiliated with either an academic institution or wealthy relatives; a bookreviewer, however, lives in a shabbier apartment, wears shabbier clothes, and drinks and smokes cheaper drinks and cheaper smokables. William Hazlitt and Matthew Arnold were literary critics, and 10,000 summer intern humanities undergraduates become book reviewers when the publications they slave for run short and need a quickie 500 words (those publications that still run book reviews).

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Also (via Casey McKinney’s facebook page) here’s this-

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bse7gZrvV8

Another quickie: Padgett Powell wrote an about Warren Sapp for ESPN Magazine, but they didn’t publish it. Deadspin did, though. The piece in nice—strong Powell sentences and all. The post-script for the story, though, where Powell talks about taking a couple of hits from a proffered joint to prove he’s not a narc, is pretty funny.

On Dennis Cooper’s blog, Patrick deWitt introduces us to writer Paul Buccholz.

“Historia in nuce [history in a nutshell]. Friend and Enemy. The friend is he who affirms and confirms me. The enemy is he who challenges me (Nuremberg 1947). Who can challenge me? Basically, only myself. The enemy is he who defines me. That means in concreto: only my brother can challenge me and only my brother can be my enemy.”– Carl Schmitt, while interned by American forces following World War II

Faith No More used to be “Faith No Man,” which was way more awesome; The Cure used to be “Easy Cure,” which was lame; Motörhead considered the name “Bastard,” which would have sucked; Oasis used to be “The Rain,” which was totally stupid; Pink Floyd used to be “Tea Set,” then “The Pink Floyd Sound,” then “The Pink Floyd,” until finally just Pink Floyd, which is understandable; Pixies used to be “Pixies In Panoply,” which sounds retarded; Queen used to be called “Smile,” which seems about the same level of okayness; Radiohead used to be “On a Friday,” which was really stupid; Van Halen used to be “Mammoth,” until David Lee Roth suggested the former, which is surprising because of their ego war.

Sorry but I wrote a haiku between Cornel West‘s front teeth, seemed like a good place for one.

“The Beaten Canoneer”: Joshua Cohen on Seymour Krim at the Forward.

Seymour Krim was a book reviewer who wanted to be a literary critic, and then he was a critic who wanted to be “an essayist,” but instead of either, he became a beautifully wretched, snappy hack. He was the Kerouac of Jewish New York journalism, whose takes on literature and its strange gossip column practice — “the literary life” — would become founding documents for 1960s New Journalism; especially for the journalism of Krim’s nemesis, Norman Mailer.

And (via Rumpus) Violet Blue leaves the SFChronicle because of content-distortion and de-linking in their digital archives. Her full statement is up on her website (article is SFW but the ads running down both sides of the page are decidedly not).

My mom just called me to tell me that this interview with the late Barry Hannah is airing on NPR right now. It will also be online at 5 PM ET.