All Context, No Content
Hi. My name’s Mike. I will be posting here periodically (thanks Blake). I had planned for my first post to be about Tan Lin’s Seven Controlled Vocabularies and Obituary 2004. The Joy of Cooking (Airport Novel Musical Poem Painting Film Photo Hallucination Landscape), which Adam Robinson mentioned last week, because I finished it yesterday and wanted to say something about it because it’s amazing, but I left my copy at home. I don’t like writing about books in detail if I don’t have them in front of me.
Instead of telling you about Tan Lin’s book, I will tell you about myself. Sometimes I really like talking about myself, and sometimes it makes me really uncomfortable. Most of my “author bios” are really brief and include a statement about how I am going to kill myself in the ocean. I also generally point out that this may or may not be true.
My primary interest, in terms of literature, is French literature. I have no particular reason for this outside of the fact that it is this that makes me most excited. Perhaps it’s because, at least from the 20th century on, French literature concerns itself primarily with what would be considered “non-traditional” writing, that is–if we’re lazy–experimental writing. Emphasis on “writing,” of course, as the wonderfully loaded term l’écriture implies.
I spent a large amount of time exploring post-“new novel” writers this summer: Philippe Sollers, Claude Royet-Journoud, Anne-Marie Albiach, Liliane Giraudon, Jean Daive, Alain Veinstein, Pierre Guyotat, Maurice Roche, Edmond Jabès, Marie Redonnet, Mathieu Bénézet and many more that I’ve encountered in journal back-issues who have names that I can’t remember. Let’s talk about these authors if you’ve read them, I like them lots. I expect to mention at least half of these guys & gals in posts in the future. I am obsessive & spend an excessive amount of time tracking down out of print books & neglected articles/translations from small journals. The hunting down of an abandoned or forgotten text is, most of the time, just as satisfying to me as reading the text once it’s in my hands. I first noticed how much I enjoyed hunting for lost things when I started my (now mostly abandoned, but potentially coming back in the future) film blog, but I guess I tracked down enough “missing films” in the process that I had to move on to a new medium.
Other than French lit, I spend most of my time thinking about architecture, “post-genre” film (specifically the films of Andrzej Zulawski), contemporary art, hot dudes and trivial daily irritants. I am one of two editors of the lit journal LIES/ISLE, I run the small press/label SOLAR LUXURIANCE and I keep my “fine art” portfolio & other miscellaneous things at Topology of the Impossible. I blog overwrought statements about art at Brutal Fucking Murder and I post really sweet images on my tumblr. I also play in 4 bands that have almost nothing recorded and rarely play shows outside of the town I live in. I am very, very obsessed with Georges Bataille.
Uhm, yes, well, I just wanted to say that I am excited to be here, and will be back with some substance soon.