I Like What The Hell Is Going On Over Here
The Birdsong Collective and Micropress is having a contest: $50 to the winner, plus some other junk for your trunk (publication in the zine, &c). Deadline is early next month so hurry the chop up! Only catch, I suppose, is you have to be in the city of New York for their reading in mid-December. Include me out, but guess what? No reader’s fee! That’s because it’s a contest, not a fundraiser! That’s good!
If you’re in Portland tonight, Future Tense is celebrating their 20th birthday! Special guests include Zachary Schomburg, Elizabeth Ellen, and Chelsea Martin! I wish I were there, Kevin Sampsell is a super-sweet dude.
You don’t need to make up a stupid name for yr witch house and/or chill wave band/book/film/mixtape, just let this thang do it for you, right? Duh. Don’t know what I’m talking about? That’s perfectly alright.
A bonus level for “Return of the Quack” (videogame based on Matt Furie’s arts) is available for to play online. And the full game is available in Giant Robot 67. Think I’m gonna wander over to the store today for to get mine own. $5 means the price is right.
“But what if, as in our case, it is winter, so that the Sun has gone away and the grass lies deep beneath the ice?” – William T. Vollmann
The first paragraph of “Fox Hunters” by Breece D’J Pancake
The passing of an autumn night left no mark on the patchwork blacktop of the secondary road that led to Parkins. A gray ooze of light began to crest the eastern hills above the hollow and sift a blue haze through the black bowels of linking oak branches. A small wind shivered, and sycamore leaves chattered across the pavement but were stopped by the fighting-green orchard grass on the berm.
Zealot vs. Rattail
Apparently this is//all over//everywhere,
but I don’t have TV so I dunno nothing much.
tumblr, twitter, literature
Getting reblogged feels just like being published, is.
Logic dictates I create the literary equivalent of this.
I Like What The Hell Is Going On Over Here
Mark Newgarden (Click through for to make bigger)
Jean-Luc Godard just might accept//that fucking Oscar//after all.
You need to go outside, says Lapham’s — they says a lot of good things to say.
Reading back issues of the NY Times, found this great little Glenn gem.
Who doesn’t believe in intellectual property? Jean-Luc Godard.
Off-camera, Alfred Hitchcock says, “We’re gonna have chicken for dinner tonight.”
The posthuman is merely the subhuman that results whenever people aspire to the superhuman.
– Garret Keizer (On ‘postmen’ in this month’s Harper’s)
Dick Cavett: What psychology do you use on a seagull?
Hitchcock: Birdseed.
People I Know Doing Things I Like What The Hell Is Going On Over Here
I met Hamilton Morris when he was in San Francisco back in early July. I met him first at a show at the Thrasher warehouse, way the hell out in Bayview, where I skinned my tailbone sliding ass first down a half-pipe. The next day I spotted him, like me, bleary-eyed trying to find the way to a rowdy Oh Sees show at the Serra Bowl in Daly City. I asked him what he was doing for the Fourth, which was the next day. He said he was going to take ecstasy with the man who popularized it, for an episode of his webshow “Hamilton’s Pharmacopeia” on VBS.TV. I said, Word, I think, or something like that. Anyway, that episode “SiHKAL: Shulgin’s I Have Known And Love” just aired. I think Hamilton probably didn’t take ecstasy with him — dude is kind of old, I dunno.
Some Pseudoscience: On Silence
I let myself live in silence sometimes