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Jimmy Chen—
This man needs to write a novel.
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Blake Butler—
Ships that pass is “A collection of fake, imagined, and literary missed connections posted to Craigslist and then re-posted here with real and actual responses to fake, imagined, and literary missed connections.” And it’s good, recently featuring Sommer Browning, Fiona Maazel, ++.
Mondo Review/Reflection/Notes On Inception
The other day, Lily wrote about how she “found Inception potentially very interesting but in the end quite disappointing.” I didn’t get a chance to see it until yesterday, but I had a different reaction: I found it uber freaking fascinating.
My thoughts after the jump…with Spoilers Aplenty, so beware if you haven’t seen it yet!
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July 24th, 2010 / 12:11 pm
July 24th, 2010 / 12:11 pm
Deconstruct This
It’s Saturday morning. I have missed capoeira practice because of last night’s asinine behavior. I’m sitting in front of the tv watching the VH1 Top 20 Countdown. Adam Lambert is doing his Mad Hatter / Mad Max / wood nymph thing.
My friend says to me, “Is this the video that makes us suspect that music itself might have dementia?” Then he says something about the structuralist utterance out of the void. Fuck, this music really is bad. It’s not just that I’m getting old, is it?
This same house guest, I just discovered, was responsible for this bathroom poetics when it originally read “SUCK IT.”
Frigg Magazine: Summer 2010
The Summer 2010 issue of Frigg is really outstanding. There is fiction from Daphne Butler, Thomas Cooper, Jessica Hollander, Billy Middleton, and Ethel Rohan. There’s poetry from Laurel Blossom, Neil de la Flor and Maureen Seaton, Donora Hillard, Sam Rasnake, Tim Tomlinson, and Jeanan Verlee. The issue is consistently strong and beautifully designed. Check it out this weekend.
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July 23rd, 2010 / 10:22 pm
July 23rd, 2010 / 10:22 pm
Jeez, Jackal, You Sure are a Jackal!
I feel loathe to spread attention about a dude who goes by the goober moniker “The Jackal,” but the story is moderately interesting enough to bring up: supposedly notorious literary agent Andrew Wylie makes a supposed splash by selling e-book rights for books that had not supposedly had previous e-rights contracted, including Updike, Nabokov, and etc., in an exclusive contract to Amazon via his newly established Odyssey Editions, formed entirely for ebook handling. Now there’s a big legal kerfuffle over who gets to do what with what and why to who and for how much and why not me and what are you doing motherfucker that’s my vacation house #2 fund we’re talkin’ bout. Moby Lives has the full scoop.
Agents. I mean look at this guy!
Props to MHP for the 'shitforbrains' image filename
Now look at him again, in 1972!
All the LeatherJacketed Young-Once Not-Really-Literary Men
If you’d like to buy a copy of that picture to hang over your bed, the pricing & information has been included in the image like a good salesboy.
I wish George Bush era brains had popularized Styrofoam-books instead. That seems more fun.
10 Sentences: John Jodzio
Bored of the same old interviews, I’ve decided to start something new. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
1. A sentence using three or more words you consider ‘personal favorites.’ She was a college girl, waylaid by a bad fan belt — he had tried using the word “morass” in his pickup line, but she’d slapped him just like the townie girls always did.
2. One sentence about your grandmother: Nana rubbed my gums with ice cold gin, unless she’d already drunk it all.
3. A sentence using a really bad metaphor and too much punctuation: I realized, suddenly, that Misty and me, we were like that tetherball there on that school playground — spinning violently around that cold steel pole and that the cold steel pole was like OUR DEAD FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4. A sentence spoken by the thirteen-year-old you once were: “Hey fuckstick — watch this!”
Mustache mediation
Some say Leo D’s “Mona Lisa” was him in drag, that he was gay. Some say gay is the last chapter of evolution, that we reach a point where ppl. get to make love without the threat of babies, which leads to child support, etc. An effeminate man is often deemed sophisticated, at least in our liberal-progressive artsy business. What used to get you beat up in the playground is now considered “interesting,” a word used in place of a compliment. Testosterone is boring. Toblerone is fattening, so much for semantics. So Duchamp turns Mona back into Leonardo, or at least signifies his convoluted wants quicker, while turning himself into Rrose Sélavy. Look at the poetry of Rrose, how it looks like Prose.
Don Mee Choi’s THE MORNING NEWS IS EXCITING
I’ve been feeling disappointed in books lately. Whereas I’ve encountered many well-written books, they’ve lacked something—a politic, perhaps, or maybe something as simple as a point. I’ve found myself reading half a book, losing interest, the well-crafted sentence not enough to compel me to completion. But then, yesterday, as I was rushing out the door to go to a dentist appointment, I remembered this book that Johannes Goransson had sent me, a new Action Book, and I thought maybe this would be different. And it was.
Don Mee Choi’s The Morning News is Exciting is perhaps one of the most exciting books I’ve read recently. A collection of poetry or prose or prose poetry or poetic prose, whatever, genre is so passé these days, Choi’s book challenges not only genre but also the politics of colonialism, post-colonialism, empire, and identity. As cutting as it is tender, as angry as it is intelligent, this is not a book for the faint-hearted reader.
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July 23rd, 2010 / 11:31 am
July 23rd, 2010 / 11:31 am