Haut or not
Haut or Not: Spencer Madsen
I don’t know what’s worse: the racism in Black Boy, the paradoxical ingrown logic of Catch-22, or the unnamed impenetrable authority in The Trial. For a bro into dystopia, you ain’t seen a fucked up situation until our poor couple in Revolutionary Road shows us the bloody way. Looking at my browser’s recent history feels like my “resent history,” all the facebook albums of parties I never went, people in tighter-looser clothes and sexier-grainier lighting. And if low res camera phones are our muse, may she render the contemporary “indie” authors implicated to the right of the shelf — each spine thinner and thinner as the thinning of subject, or thinning of Roth’s hair; or, the opposite of Sartre’s thickening lenses — with red plastic cups optimistically half-full of beer, the ghost of guacamole or coke on a nose, and tattoos adorning signs so counter-culturally ingratiating, they should be affixed with “like” buttons below them. They are all a bit happier and I am, which isn’t saying much, my 9th hour in this office chair. Existentialism in Humanism seems redundant; what, you want an existential armadillo? Armor dude’s too busy being fucked to know he’s fucked. The enterprise of human sympathy began with words. Before that, we just ate one another. Let us not ignore the timely placed rectangular lake of a million bears reflecting the Columns of Influence, back when dour men capitalized things, instead of capitalizing on things. Madsen may have asked for matte, but the printers, perhaps consumed by his oily complexion, thought gloss might do the trick — and do not gloss over this tomb or tome or airy epitaph. The cover yields stereoscopic red and cyan, as if 3D glasses where needed to stumble into Apt. 3D, somewhere in New York City in which this writer resides, to finally grasp, then touch, the irl glossy flesh that is him. That Madsen is a walking Purell commercial is less of a commentary, than mere impulse.
Rating: Not
looking at your bookcase, I’m worried for the future of hardcovers
This is hate sex
not disclosing how much money i spent on clearasil today
His books are even worse than his poetry
CHECK IT OUT GUYS I STUDIED ENGLISH IN COLLEGE
I LOVE YOU SPENCER MADSEN!!! OKAY JUST MARRY ME ALL READY, jump into my heart and pull my heart strings
i love spencer madsen
i love jimmy chen
i love u all
everything is fantastic
curb stomp me to the ground this is hot sex
idk who is spencer masden does he use those ‘ ‘ things like tao lin???
cut my knife into pieces
you need another knife
o great another new york hipster poet sensitive tao lin oil face and oil o great.. great… wow great
i mostly find it weird that he’s getting so much attention, positive or negative
i like books
only the 2nd line of that haiku works
this is a cool game, Jimmy. Bring it back! I wanna play
Yeah Jimmy, will you do this for me if I send you a photo of my bookshelf even though not many people have read or purchased my book?
internet poetry The New Haiku
i’m sorry jimmy. i’m sorry
you used an idk thing when you could just have asked your two questions
it is rococo the way you did that rococool thing
only the 2nd
line of that haiku works some-
thing something something
only one of those books has a crease in its spine, that I think I can see
you might give a thought to the future of scarecrows
googled existentialism in humanism
got a red squiggle under the preposition and Did you mean: existentialism and humanism
(I did not)
tried google books with result similar to google
existentialism in humanism is an inexistential book title is what I think
naut a haut goose chase
existentialism is a humanism
it’s awkward that my novella is just out of shot.
oh wait no.. it’s not published yet. my bad.
a spine with that title is in the photograph
but in the blogicle there is the title Existentialism in Humanism
or do you mean to agree with sartre’s argument
in which case I will agree with kristofferson
freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
he means look at the picture, the title is existentialism is a humanism
sometimes you should stop, think, …and then not post
and I mean look at the blogicle, a title there, which I first responded to, is Existentialism in Humanism
even when you think you have stopped and thought, sometimes you should make sure you understand the joke, however small or lame
what do you think of sartrean ‘absolute freedom’
the text has more authority over the image? can you put media into a hierarchy? can you make any ole mistake and then call it a joke afterwards? what is a joke?
I think sartre had very poor dental hygiene
I think freedom is organic ice cream against my tongue when everyone else is ‘dead’
with no one around I cannot affirm my existence
that feels free to me
to not be labeled living or dead
by eyes that aren’t mine
i kno rite
oh I didn’t realize that I’ve been leaving a remark worthy to me of remark unremarked for “two days”
well easily rectumfied:
the “authority” and “hierarchy” among media is here nowhere relevant
a look at “inexistential book title” in the first comment of this subthread will confirm that I did not make a “mistake”
perhaps benjamin misunderstood; certainly you did, your furious bailing notwithstanding
sartre says that, if someone holds a gun to your children’s heads, your actions are still absolutely free
his idea of “freedom” is, to me, sillily and even unintelligently to misunderstand how contests of forces constitute actions of individual people
perceptual determination, for example: of the feel and taste of ice cream in one’s mouth, is, to me, a test of “freedom” and not “freedom” itself
I think that, if a doctor ever sees you with a view to protecting or ‘increasing’ your health, your “freedom” will certainly depend on your “be[ing] labeled living or dead /by eyes that aren’t [yours]”
my parents paid for college, so i’m chill!
where did I bail?
oh ya
I just jumped off a freight train, testing my freedom
everything is flat here
I don’t make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean people don’t accuse me of them
what do you have against ice cream
seems concrete enough to me
it’s a frozen liquid
I live in the paradox
but srsly man,
how bad is it being fat?
“can you make any ole mistake and then call it a joke afterwards?” = water in boat almost as close to gunwale as water around boat
asking “can [. . .] afterwards?” as you have done = bailing
sometimes I “have” a tongue and hard palate “against” ice cream
a perception – of, say, ice cream – is, I think, neither freedom nor necessity
but perceiving puts its perceiver into, or can disclose that its perceiver already is in, a framework of decision – of, say, whether to savor or spit or swallow
–and being in that framework is to experience freedom
I doubt that the phase change from liquid to solid is “paradox[ical]”
srsly:
do you always find disowning your “mistakes” as bitter against your tongue as a lime rind snocone
how do you know me, like be real
are you pulling my leg again bill? oh bill….
only bill would know how I like my snocones
you should have bought a better metaphor from the street vendor
I know, it’s really a simile
beat ya to it!
:3
I’ma freedom fighter bb
chilly confections sweet and/or tart were the only vendables
that emoticon has nipples on its back
–an innovation both practical and impractical
if you defeat “freedom”, what will be your trophy
I feel way less responsible about $ I borrowed from a bank/government than I do about free shit from the foax
I mean WAY less indebted
but then I am an even shittier citizen than I am a child