Meat Out of the Eater by Josef Horáček, text by Lara Glenum
A rad video from an art installation featured at &Now and elsewhere, featuring text from Lara Glenum‘s Maximum Gaga. (When I saw this, it was attached in the belly of a wooden sculpture that looked like an enormous intestine.) Buy Maximum Gaga.
Meat Out of the Eater from Josef Horáček on Vimeo.
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.
Charles Bernstein: Futurist Manifestos at MOMA
Futurism and the New Manifesto program
Museum of Modern Art / New York
February 20, 2009.
(on the 100th anniversary of the publication of the Founding and Manifesto of Futurism)
Sommelier Says: “Dan”
In a recent comment thread about anonymous comments, one “Dan” (his quotes) says, of HTMLGIANT:
Every one on this websites is assholes and gives Tao Lin handjobs and is “rich middle class kids” and doesnt now shit about good writing if it punched them.111 you guys also are incestuous and publish only your friends’ writing regardless of merit 11111!!11
Sommelier Says: We suspect either English is not Dan’s first language, or he was on the receiving end of some type of job while composing this comment. Coming off strong with “assholes,” one is reminded of the straight-forward Cabernet; soon he offers supple textures with a descriptive narrative of manual relief, followed by a cultural indictment of an abstract group of people (never mind the “rich middle-class” oxymoron). At first, I thought Dan meant that “a hundred and eleven” of us were incestuous (pretty ample gene pool, what you talking about?) but realized the “111” were simply rushed exclamation points sans the shift key — must be his quivering colon. Dan’s post-laxative rant reeks of prune juice as he makes a mad rush to the toilet. And you thought purple rain was an album.
Musical Interlude
This hot tip comes from Alec Niedenthal. Apparently, indie rock demi-god Jason Molina–of Songs:Ohia and Magnolia Electric Co. fame–has already got a followup record to this summer’s striking, and (I thought) underrated, Josephine. The new record is a straight-up collaboration with Will Johnson of Centro-matic (and the current drummer for Monsters of Folk). Molina & Johnson will be out November 3, from Secretly Canadian. There’s a biggish interview with Molina at Pitchfork, which contains all this information and a whole lot more, including that they’re planning to tour for the record.
Could this day get any sweeter?
A narcissist edits Faulkner
Wudda been pretty cool huh? Wudda went Benjy full retard for some o’ dat shit.
Sommelier Says: Jereme Dean
There’s so much good whine out there that HTMLGIANT has instituted “Sommelier Says,” in which an indignant comment — either here or in our lit-blog vicinity — is studied for its complexities and rich character by this humble Sommelier. Today, we bring you Jereme Dean’s recent comment to P.H. Madore:
stop looking for kudos and emotional hand jobs and go your own way
Sommelier Says: Jereme Dean’s full-bodied redolence is rather pervasive. Just ask anyone who shares the bus with him on his “three hour commute.” A fan of Bukowski and Asian philosophy, his comments consist of grim verity, with hints of aging self-effaced misogyny and underlying currents of abnegation. His spicy black currant tongue, when not intra-labia, peppers this website with astounding truth. Never the diplomat, always the provocateur, his finish is very dry, with deep tannins which evoke the thickest of skins. This whine pairs perfectly with pudding.
What’s New, Joshua Cohen?
Well, since you asked. There’s new fiction (“Mark the Sun”) at The Brooklyn Rail plus a, uh, “non”fiction piece at n+1: “Famous Infamous Jews.”
Conor Oberst Sex by Kendra Grant Malone and Tao Lin
Happy Cobra Books just published—moments ago, in fact—a brand new ebook by Kendra Grant Malone and Tao Lin. It’s a story called “Conor Oberst Sex.”
And it’s not just a story. I sent a copy of the story to my friend Michael Sanchez (a musician, comedian, and filmmaker from Chicago, Illinois) and asked him to write some music inspired by the story. He turned in an EP under his band name, The Way It Is. The EP is called Music Is My Boyfriend.
Both the ebook and the music are very good. Please check them out and praise the lovely Kendra Grant Malone, the lovely Tao Lin, and the lovely Michael Sanchez.
Matthew Savoca, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!
Today’s contestant is Matthew Savoca, who’s story “Everybody Painted the Barn that Day,” in Kathryn Regina’s brilliant childhood photo project at Wunderkammer, struck me as the closest thing to Mark Twain I’ve ever read on the Internet, as much for the voice as for the quaint story. Hoping that you’ll still follow the link to Wunderkammer in order to see the picture that Savoca is responding to, I have pasted the story here:
Everybody painted the barn that day. There was Ma, Paw, Timmy, and Mr. Walsh. We’d been planning to paint it for three or four weeks starting in the beginning of April but didn’t actually get started until early May which really messed up my plans because I had decided sometime in February that I was going to leave as soon as Winter broke. I was five years old. Paw couldn’t understand why I was so enthusiastic about getting the painting started, which was because I had decided I’d stay and help so as not to upset Ma. Eventually we did it, over two days – Saturday and Sunday. The picture was taken on Saturday that’s why it doesn’t look like much has been done. I got paint all over my overalls when one of the cans spilled off the ladder Paw was on. It even got in my hair and we spent all night washing and scrubbing it out. Then my overalls were all messed up and Ma got to working on mending an old pair of mine that she’d been meaning to fix up for a long time, so I had to wait even longer before leaving. One thing led right on to another thing happening and I never did run away that summer.
Not much to explain there, Mr. Savoca, but I do want to know: did you run away when you were a boy, and if so, for how long? Matthew Savoca: EXPLAIN YOURSELF! (applause).
(For last week’s edition featuring Peter Berghoef, who lost, click here.)