Posts Tagged ‘Lucy Corin’

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Thursday, December 23rd, 2010

11.

well I sincerely cannot think of a way that the holidays, as we know them, have anything to do with art.  except for the ways we are tested.

Lucy Corin

78. Soth takes photos worth eye-meat.

14. Christmas Eve flash (scroll down–it involves a ham) by Pamela Painter.

22. Hey, pick me up that Thomas Pynchon first edition for $51,000.

00. What are the best books that fit in a stocking? I’m going Big World, but you?

turning peppers occasionally 4

Monday, October 11th, 2010

1. Lucy Corin Web Log:

The game got me thinking about my apocalypse project again.

14. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pMS5IMOxCA

Warhol on the Internet (imagine)

567. What is the contagious psoriasis to write shitty poetry? I did it. Hell, some people make a fine time/dime doing it. (I’m going to hell for linking to that kid, but add to tally, that one Tuesday, etc.) Is it developmental, in our DNA (99% of which we share with mice–this explains the dreadful sonnet [titled “Our Chance has Run”] about an ex-lover/farmer’s wife, a shooting star, and a sad owl I found in the cheese)? Maybe it’s a necessary process. The next step is to seek outlets for shitty poetry, explaining scam operations, blogs, script tattoos, and moms. You did it, right? Wrote shitty poems. Do tell.

4. What’s the glow day and time to write? I’m going obvious: Sunday, early morning, while the sky is low/blue, the caffeine burning off the hangover fumes. The brain hops. No?

14 eaters of itter leeps (stove smoke)

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

1. Holy fuck the WET cover gallery is the crystal bomb.

5. Are women writers really inferior? (This link blown-out so forget it. I’ll get the Francine Prose essay in later)

3. Percival Everett wins The Believer book award.

2. Fearlessly and courageously is the best way to break-up with anyone, eat boiled crayfish, write the first draft of a poem.

14. Wicked Aaron Burch/Lucy Corin discussion over EWN.

7. Best way to network is beer. If you don’t do beer, do softball. If you don’t do softball, survive something intense and dangerous together. If you can’t survive I and DT, try not to be an asshole, daily.

9. Bears.

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Friday, March 12th, 2010


1.) A really cool excuse:

“Saying she was working on a sequel to ‘Wolf Hall,’ Mantel was not at the NBCC event.”

Yeh, I can’t attend the awards. I am writing the sequel to the book you are awarding. While you drink shrimp and eat gin, I am writing. Excuse me. Pop!

2.) What’s Andy Warhol doing in rural Colombia?

I don’t know. A tomato can full of cocaine? Who gives a fuck. Blar me.

3.) Did you know Lucy Corin is in the Great Outdoors issue of Hobart? How issue is this killer? Buy, fondle, crunk, read.

4.) I stopped reading a novel today with 9 pages left. The end. Ever done that?

5.) Sometimes Lit Mags use ugly fonts and it makes me sad. Sweet like forehead tattoos I want my words. I see my piece (oh how very important) and think, “Fuck, that looks like a lawyer or a dead fish or a lawyer with a dead fish.” Or I am trying to read other words and the font keeps pushing like a hydrogen cloud, human-given; a laboratory vision of near incompetence the moment it was thought, a hollow blar of a font just waiting for the smelly feet, waiting for the nasal drip from New York to come telling me in his fray, hopelessly hollow yet somehow charming, yellow, open-air way meant for stopping my brain from uploading beauty. But I digress. So.

WHAT IS THE BEST FONT?

Lucy Corin Glow

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

This is my day in the sun and I’ve got my arms in the air, my head tipped back like the hinged lid of a lighter. Contrary to popular belief, I am not alone. Everyone’s listening. All I see is the bulging gas above me and I’m shooting my mind at it. I’m as close to God as I’ll ever be. The people are tiny. They’re buckshot around my ankles. I could kneel and run my fingers through them.

Lucy Corin, from The Entire Predicament.

Everyone says Lucy Corin creates worlds, so I am going to pass on that one. Lucy Corin creates Cornish hens, light yet succulent on the gray tongue of my brain. That’s better than worlds. It might be metaphor, magic realism, or everyday life, I will let you decide. Corin has this light touch, this light touch with her prose. It is mysterious like Japanese dolls. I like it.