This is a mess, part ii
Yes, I know I linked this clip a couple weeks ago. But seriously, I can’t watch this video enough. Any time I’m feeling low, I think to myself: At least I can put a burger in my mouth. Ok, so I don’t eat meat. I’ll rephrase: At least I can put a veggie burger in my mouth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp0zlqdSsEo
Much like David Hasselhoff, I am a mess. Not in the “I’m so drunk I can’t put food into my mouth” kind of way, but literally: I am a mess. I am messy. My desk has enough space for my laptop to sit flat, but otherwise, I’ve got stacks of papers–manuscripts, my own and others’, half-opened bills, half-filled out contracts, old insurance cards, random sheets of paper, who knows what’s important and what isn’t –books I’m half done reading, at least eight notebooks of various shades and sizes, and pens, blue Bics, like a dozen of them, rubber bands and barrettes.
The Window of Perception Are The Doors To The Soul Or Something
I sort of want to start a band called Girls Looking At Puppies,
it would sound like Arthur Russell playing in a garbage can.
Blue Square Press
Introducing Blue Square Press, who will release their first title, Ben Spivey’s Flowing In The Gossamer Fold, in August.
Here’s what Gary Lutz said about it: “Ben Spivey’s alluringly melodial debut novel of a marriage gone asunder unreels itself with the indisputable logic of dreams and delivers, along its phantasmagoric and dazing way, emotional clarities that feel entirely new.”
Metal
(young Matt Pike of Sleep/High on Fire)
What novels actively feature metalheads and/or metal culture in their narratives? Period is the only one that comes to my mind.
Jimmy Chen—
Hereby reappropriating this website as a work of art. Not for sale, but safe for work.
It’s a wonder what museum labels can do. Please call me “Do Shan’t,” not Duchamp. Or just please call me, which is what my therapist said today — the first mark of a codependent relationship. So, so needy.
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Justin Taylor—
Elissa Bassist is just looking to get paid–a highly noble goal, and one you can help her meet by donating $2 when you read this story she wrote. You can also read it for free if you want to, by skipping straight to here. Can anyone explain to me how this doesn’t make Elissa Bassist the new Radiohead?
A Predominately Bespectacled Army
http://billmurray.tumblr.com/
A bunch of poets and poetry enthusiasts, including Anne Carson and Bill Murray walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and the Wall Street Journal wrote about it:
The predominately bespectacled army of attendees wore sensible shoes. Mr. Murray’s were a hybrid sneaker/hiking boot, quite popular among the crowd, and Ms. Carson wore brand-new, shiny, bright-red Adidasesshe picked up “in the outlet malls in Toronto where I was this weekend.
Who knew that anyone at the Wall Street Journal has a sense of humor?
At first, the earnest verse appreciators ambled awkwardly. They annoyed runners and bicyclists, and people who like to walk fast. They were joined, unintentionally, by The Brooklyn Bridge Boot Camp, a gang of eight heaving women who followed their leader’s barking orders through a variety of laps, leg lifts, and squats.
4 cups of world
14. Sometimes people write stupid shit just hoping for a response. Example, at Huff: Comparing Dave Barry and David Foster Wallace…right. (Next week David Stoesz will examine a midnight dinner of two bottles of white wine [fling cork into air, don’t need it]/rooftop blanket making out/grappling versus a quick lunch at Cracker Barrel.)
2. Over at The Short Review: Richard Yates Collected Stories.
4. June 30 is Indy Underground Reading Series. Donald Ray Pollock, Andrew Scott, The Brick Windows. Music, words, alcohol–what do you need in life?
7. Ernaux’s autobiographical books are breathtaking in their level of disclosure and unflinching as they rehash real-life experiences—obsessive love, bereavement, abortion, marriage, illness, sexual jealousy—that are not bizarre or uncommonly tragic, nor by any stretch uplifting or inspirational in the Eat, Pray, Love vein.
Amazing expose of Annie Ernaux at The Second Pass. Do you know her well? You should. Summer is here–get to jumping.