Apples and Cheese: Both in Your Mouth
Rauan Klassink’s Ringing, a new e-book from Kitchen Press. Sam Pink just interviewed Rauan a few hours ago, which means it’s almost outdated. Mercy!
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Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers. A novel that should be as indie-revered as any you can name by Yipzeeny, Kurdledonk, or Qqqqqqqq. But people never mention it? Is it because Thomas Pynchon liked it? Is it because it’s about a bisexual love triangle and a dead Native American Catholic saint? Is it because Montreal? It is because God of? You’re like, “Is that the Hallelujah guy? Didn’t he write that cute Suzanne song?” Is it because of Charles Atlas or a mystical dildo? Are you afraid? Cohen called Beautiful Losers more of a sunstroke than a novel. People turn into movie projectors. People cancel a statue of Queen Victoria. Hey, when you get a chance, you should buy your new favorite novel:
Tags: beautiful losers, Kitchen Press, leonard cohen, rauan klassink, the holy white light is also a substance
I love the fireworks scene in Beautiful Losers.
I love the fireworks scene in Beautiful Losers.
I love the fireworks scene in Beautiful Losers.
I have heart conniptions when I read the kitchen table/radio/God Your Morning scene. It makes me want to cancel everything and eat life.
I have heart conniptions when I read the kitchen table/radio/God Your Morning scene. It makes me want to cancel everything and eat life.
I have heart conniptions when I read the kitchen table/radio/God Your Morning scene. It makes me want to cancel everything and eat life.
don’t worry, mike young. people are all up in cohen’s shit here in canaday.
don’t worry, mike young. people are all up in cohen’s shit here in canaday.
don’t worry, mike young. people are all up in cohen’s shit here in canaday.
I’ve always been amazed that there isn’t a rabid Beautiful Losers Cult.
But, I sometimes don’t bathe.
I’ve always been amazed that there isn’t a rabid Beautiful Losers Cult.
But, I sometimes don’t bathe.
I’ve always been amazed that there isn’t a rabid Beautiful Losers Cult.
But, I sometimes don’t bathe.