Coover pulls a 2X4 at some point, and Barth has ring assist from a little person version of Delillo, but, yeah. Calvino still pulls it out and gets the Last Man In the Ring belt.
What can I say: Coover and Barth are heels and Calvino’s a face.
Coover pulls a 2X4 at some point, and Barth has ring assist from a little person version of Delillo, but, yeah. Calvino still pulls it out and gets the Last Man In the Ring belt.
What can I say: Coover and Barth are heels and Calvino’s a face.
Natch. The Coov holds it down without remorse until Donald Barthelme emerges from the shadows in a snakeskin cowboy hat and lays waste to the competitors.
Natch. The Coov holds it down without remorse until Donald Barthelme emerges from the shadows in a snakeskin cowboy hat and lays waste to the competitors.
Instead of watching them slug it out, it would be cool to see someone remix/mash them up…
Like if someone made Qfwfq the narrator of “The Babysitter” and then made the little sperm narrator from “Night Sea Journey” be sperm from one of those boys who comes over to the house where the babysitter is babysitting – or if you wanted to make it a really creepy tragedy, you could take that scene in “The Babysitter” where the little boy pees in front of the babysitter while she’s in the bathtub and change it to the kid masturbating and then make the kid’s release be the little sperm narrator of “Night Sea Journey” which would add a whole new element of futility to that story because while the little sperm narrator was thinking he was making his way to an egg he would actually be swimming down the toilet pipe to the sewer — which is where having Qfwfq as the narrator could really pay off.
Instead of watching them slug it out, it would be cool to see someone remix/mash them up…
Like if someone made Qfwfq the narrator of “The Babysitter” and then made the little sperm narrator from “Night Sea Journey” be sperm from one of those boys who comes over to the house where the babysitter is babysitting – or if you wanted to make it a really creepy tragedy, you could take that scene in “The Babysitter” where the little boy pees in front of the babysitter while she’s in the bathtub and change it to the kid masturbating and then make the kid’s release be the little sperm narrator of “Night Sea Journey” which would add a whole new element of futility to that story because while the little sperm narrator was thinking he was making his way to an egg he would actually be swimming down the toilet pipe to the sewer — which is where having Qfwfq as the narrator could really pay off.
ha. nice christopher. also, i was just wondering…has anyone else read Origin of the Brunists? i was really enjoying that shit until pg. 40 when there were passages that read:
There was light and
post drill leaped smashed the
turned over whole goddamn car kicking
and so on..i was like is coov doing this for effect or did i just get some shit w/ typos?
ha. nice christopher. also, i was just wondering…has anyone else read Origin of the Brunists? i was really enjoying that shit until pg. 40 when there were passages that read:
There was light and
post drill leaped smashed the
turned over whole goddamn car kicking
and so on..i was like is coov doing this for effect or did i just get some shit w/ typos?
ok so then fine then, coover kills calvino and barth, gets intracurally violated by gass, who in the meantime deadlocks in a staredown with cortazar, at which point gogol shows up in his time machine, roasting the corpses of calvino and barth along with the still-living cortazar and gass, at which point didion reclassifies her “postmodern” essays essays as “postmodern” short stories, disassembles the spaceship and skullfucks gogol with all its 5,000,000 pieces, then jane bowles, who’s got it should be said an ambiguous relationship whatever label you want to throw at her, poisons didion and then for good measure poisons gogol and then for good measure poisons calvino and coover and barth and gass and cortazar and that is how jane bowles became the queen of everything you see.
*tuck*
*kiss*
ok so then fine then, coover kills calvino and barth, gets intracurally violated by gass, who in the meantime deadlocks in a staredown with cortazar, at which point gogol shows up in his time machine, roasting the corpses of calvino and barth along with the still-living cortazar and gass, at which point didion reclassifies her “postmodern” essays essays as “postmodern” short stories, disassembles the spaceship and skullfucks gogol with all its 5,000,000 pieces, then jane bowles, who’s got it should be said an ambiguous relationship whatever label you want to throw at her, poisons didion and then for good measure poisons gogol and then for good measure poisons calvino and coover and barth and gass and cortazar and that is how jane bowles became the queen of everything you see.
*tuck*
*kiss*
My favorite sentence from “Lost in the Funhouse” comes in the part about the diving board:
But whether you hollered *Geronimo!* or *Sieg heil!*, held your nose or “rode a bicycle,” pretended to be shot or did a perfect jacknife or changed your mind halfway down and ended up with nothing, it was over in two seconds, after all that wait.
Now, I wanted to cut that off after the most devastating part, when you end up with nothing(!), but I did say it was my favorite sentence, so there’s the whole thing.
Also, I want to point out that I read David Foster Wallace’s “Forever Overhead,” in which the “you” character is paralyzed by self-consciousness on a diving board, as a fitting homage to “Lost in the Funhouse.”
Finally, I want to second the fantasy of D.Barthelme waltzing in outta nowhere to calmly bust some heads, along with his tagteam partner, Kenneth Koch (circa “Fresh Air”). Or maybe I’d just like to hang out at the same interdimensional bar all these dudes frequent.
OK, one more note for all you book geeks out there (you know who you are, etc.): I have personalized signed copies of Lost in the Funhouse, Pricksongs, and Koch’s Thank You. I don’t mean to brag; I’m really just marveling at these magic pokers.
My favorite sentence from “Lost in the Funhouse” comes in the part about the diving board:
But whether you hollered *Geronimo!* or *Sieg heil!*, held your nose or “rode a bicycle,” pretended to be shot or did a perfect jacknife or changed your mind halfway down and ended up with nothing, it was over in two seconds, after all that wait.
Now, I wanted to cut that off after the most devastating part, when you end up with nothing(!), but I did say it was my favorite sentence, so there’s the whole thing.
Also, I want to point out that I read David Foster Wallace’s “Forever Overhead,” in which the “you” character is paralyzed by self-consciousness on a diving board, as a fitting homage to “Lost in the Funhouse.”
Finally, I want to second the fantasy of D.Barthelme waltzing in outta nowhere to calmly bust some heads, along with his tagteam partner, Kenneth Koch (circa “Fresh Air”). Or maybe I’d just like to hang out at the same interdimensional bar all these dudes frequent.
OK, one more note for all you book geeks out there (you know who you are, etc.): I have personalized signed copies of Lost in the Funhouse, Pricksongs, and Koch’s Thank You. I don’t mean to brag; I’m really just marveling at these magic pokers.
Calvino in 2 rounds by TKO
Calvino in 2 rounds by TKO
Coover pulls a 2X4 at some point, and Barth has ring assist from a little person version of Delillo, but, yeah. Calvino still pulls it out and gets the Last Man In the Ring belt.
What can I say: Coover and Barth are heels and Calvino’s a face.
Coover pulls a 2X4 at some point, and Barth has ring assist from a little person version of Delillo, but, yeah. Calvino still pulls it out and gets the Last Man In the Ring belt.
What can I say: Coover and Barth are heels and Calvino’s a face.
coover for the win. barth second. calvino, nah.
coover for the win. barth second. calvino, nah.
Word
Word
This is the heart of the Michael Martone fiction workshop reading list.
I’ll take the Italian Stallion in a slug-fest.
Really can’t lose w/ any of these.
This is the heart of the Michael Martone fiction workshop reading list.
I’ll take the Italian Stallion in a slug-fest.
Really can’t lose w/ any of these.
Calvino wins only because he shows up at the dawn of the universe and goes 50 quadrillion rounds.
Would love to get a glimpse of Michael Martone’s syllabus.
Calvino wins only because he shows up at the dawn of the universe and goes 50 quadrillion rounds.
Would love to get a glimpse of Michael Martone’s syllabus.
Coover, no doubt. Bloodbath.
Coover, no doubt. Bloodbath.
hard to say. they’re all so smart.
and by smart i mean annoying.
and by annoying i mean fuck all three of them.
but a smart fuck.
where you get iq points instead of herpes.
and by herpes i mean eagles’ music.
and by eagles i mean don henley.
solo.
though that’s not really eagles at all.
hard to say. they’re all so smart.
and by smart i mean annoying.
and by annoying i mean fuck all three of them.
but a smart fuck.
where you get iq points instead of herpes.
and by herpes i mean eagles’ music.
and by eagles i mean don henley.
solo.
though that’s not really eagles at all.
Natch. The Coov holds it down without remorse until Donald Barthelme emerges from the shadows in a snakeskin cowboy hat and lays waste to the competitors.
Natch. The Coov holds it down without remorse until Donald Barthelme emerges from the shadows in a snakeskin cowboy hat and lays waste to the competitors.
This cracks me up.
This cracks me up.
send us the list? would be fun to post it, if MM don’t care
send us the list? would be fun to post it, if MM don’t care
was waiting for the Barthelme kidz to come attack. Coover eats his face. the other two, not so much. but Coover eats his face.
was waiting for the Barthelme kidz to come attack. Coover eats his face. the other two, not so much. but Coover eats his face.
Sorry, don’t have that list, been some time, but definitely Barthelme and possibly Ondaatje (Billy the Kid or Coming through Slaughter).
Sorry, don’t have that list, been some time, but definitely Barthelme and possibly Ondaatje (Billy the Kid or Coming through Slaughter).
I have all of those books but I’ve only finished the Coover. Points victory.
I have all of those books but I’ve only finished the Coover. Points victory.
Instead of watching them slug it out, it would be cool to see someone remix/mash them up…
Like if someone made Qfwfq the narrator of “The Babysitter” and then made the little sperm narrator from “Night Sea Journey” be sperm from one of those boys who comes over to the house where the babysitter is babysitting – or if you wanted to make it a really creepy tragedy, you could take that scene in “The Babysitter” where the little boy pees in front of the babysitter while she’s in the bathtub and change it to the kid masturbating and then make the kid’s release be the little sperm narrator of “Night Sea Journey” which would add a whole new element of futility to that story because while the little sperm narrator was thinking he was making his way to an egg he would actually be swimming down the toilet pipe to the sewer — which is where having Qfwfq as the narrator could really pay off.
Just a thought.
Instead of watching them slug it out, it would be cool to see someone remix/mash them up…
Like if someone made Qfwfq the narrator of “The Babysitter” and then made the little sperm narrator from “Night Sea Journey” be sperm from one of those boys who comes over to the house where the babysitter is babysitting – or if you wanted to make it a really creepy tragedy, you could take that scene in “The Babysitter” where the little boy pees in front of the babysitter while she’s in the bathtub and change it to the kid masturbating and then make the kid’s release be the little sperm narrator of “Night Sea Journey” which would add a whole new element of futility to that story because while the little sperm narrator was thinking he was making his way to an egg he would actually be swimming down the toilet pipe to the sewer — which is where having Qfwfq as the narrator could really pay off.
Just a thought.
ha. nice christopher. also, i was just wondering…has anyone else read Origin of the Brunists? i was really enjoying that shit until pg. 40 when there were passages that read:
There was light and
post drill leaped smashed the
turned over whole goddamn car kicking
and so on..i was like is coov doing this for effect or did i just get some shit w/ typos?
ha. nice christopher. also, i was just wondering…has anyone else read Origin of the Brunists? i was really enjoying that shit until pg. 40 when there were passages that read:
There was light and
post drill leaped smashed the
turned over whole goddamn car kicking
and so on..i was like is coov doing this for effect or did i just get some shit w/ typos?
i think u better get to work…
i wannit
i think u better get to work…
i wannit
so wait, at what point in this nancified slapfight does JR fall out of the sky and squash all present into jelly?
so wait, at what point in this nancified slapfight does JR fall out of the sky and squash all present into jelly?
Despite my distrust of all things Italian, I go with IC.
Despite my distrust of all things Italian, I go with IC.
of course a novel is gonna clobber a measly story collection. no cheating.
of course a novel is gonna clobber a measly story collection. no cheating.
whatevs
whatevs
i wanna say calvino, but olga quenby swede and carl is just so fucking good man. holy shit. i need to finish that book.
i wanna say calvino, but olga quenby swede and carl is just so fucking good man. holy shit. i need to finish that book.
ok so then fine then, coover kills calvino and barth, gets intracurally violated by gass, who in the meantime deadlocks in a staredown with cortazar, at which point gogol shows up in his time machine, roasting the corpses of calvino and barth along with the still-living cortazar and gass, at which point didion reclassifies her “postmodern” essays essays as “postmodern” short stories, disassembles the spaceship and skullfucks gogol with all its 5,000,000 pieces, then jane bowles, who’s got it should be said an ambiguous relationship whatever label you want to throw at her, poisons didion and then for good measure poisons gogol and then for good measure poisons calvino and coover and barth and gass and cortazar and that is how jane bowles became the queen of everything you see.
*tuck*
*kiss*
ok so then fine then, coover kills calvino and barth, gets intracurally violated by gass, who in the meantime deadlocks in a staredown with cortazar, at which point gogol shows up in his time machine, roasting the corpses of calvino and barth along with the still-living cortazar and gass, at which point didion reclassifies her “postmodern” essays essays as “postmodern” short stories, disassembles the spaceship and skullfucks gogol with all its 5,000,000 pieces, then jane bowles, who’s got it should be said an ambiguous relationship whatever label you want to throw at her, poisons didion and then for good measure poisons gogol and then for good measure poisons calvino and coover and barth and gass and cortazar and that is how jane bowles became the queen of everything you see.
*tuck*
*kiss*
My favorite sentence from “Lost in the Funhouse” comes in the part about the diving board:
But whether you hollered *Geronimo!* or *Sieg heil!*, held your nose or “rode a bicycle,” pretended to be shot or did a perfect jacknife or changed your mind halfway down and ended up with nothing, it was over in two seconds, after all that wait.
Now, I wanted to cut that off after the most devastating part, when you end up with nothing(!), but I did say it was my favorite sentence, so there’s the whole thing.
Also, I want to point out that I read David Foster Wallace’s “Forever Overhead,” in which the “you” character is paralyzed by self-consciousness on a diving board, as a fitting homage to “Lost in the Funhouse.”
Finally, I want to second the fantasy of D.Barthelme waltzing in outta nowhere to calmly bust some heads, along with his tagteam partner, Kenneth Koch (circa “Fresh Air”). Or maybe I’d just like to hang out at the same interdimensional bar all these dudes frequent.
OK, one more note for all you book geeks out there (you know who you are, etc.): I have personalized signed copies of Lost in the Funhouse, Pricksongs, and Koch’s Thank You. I don’t mean to brag; I’m really just marveling at these magic pokers.
My favorite sentence from “Lost in the Funhouse” comes in the part about the diving board:
But whether you hollered *Geronimo!* or *Sieg heil!*, held your nose or “rode a bicycle,” pretended to be shot or did a perfect jacknife or changed your mind halfway down and ended up with nothing, it was over in two seconds, after all that wait.
Now, I wanted to cut that off after the most devastating part, when you end up with nothing(!), but I did say it was my favorite sentence, so there’s the whole thing.
Also, I want to point out that I read David Foster Wallace’s “Forever Overhead,” in which the “you” character is paralyzed by self-consciousness on a diving board, as a fitting homage to “Lost in the Funhouse.”
Finally, I want to second the fantasy of D.Barthelme waltzing in outta nowhere to calmly bust some heads, along with his tagteam partner, Kenneth Koch (circa “Fresh Air”). Or maybe I’d just like to hang out at the same interdimensional bar all these dudes frequent.
OK, one more note for all you book geeks out there (you know who you are, etc.): I have personalized signed copies of Lost in the Funhouse, Pricksongs, and Koch’s Thank You. I don’t mean to brag; I’m really just marveling at these magic pokers.
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