October 28th, 2016 / 1:49 pm
Snippets
Snippets
Blake Butler—
What’s the most exciting thing you’ve read so far this year?
What’s the most exciting thing you’ve read so far this year?
New: Sudden Death by Álvaro Enrigue.
Old: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy.
good people robert lopez
the inner scar: the mysticism of georges bataille – andrew hussey
white decimal – jean daive tr. norma cole
testament of the dead daughter – colette thomas tr. paul buck
disappearing curtains – ed. paul buck
Helen DeWitt – The Last Samurai
Online – There’s a Kenneth Goldsmith essay about how he makes dumb art (or smart-dumb) and he celebrates artists like Warhol and Beckett and Stein and Lin – all of who he says create a kind of smart-dumb art. He says they don’t care about coming over as dumb. The article also introduced me to artists like Seth Price. The essay also confirmed something in me that I can’t explain here. But I relate to it and it kept me buzzing for a few weeks. I even messaged Mr Goldsmith to say I enjoyed reading it and he messaged me back and I messaged him again but he didn’t message back.
Books prose – The work of Lydia Davis I’ve been rereading.
I have learned what art really is, it says in Extracts from a Life. Art is not in some far off place….
Those lines excite me, make me feel I can sit in my room and type anything I want to type. Something clicked in me anyway.
Books poetry – The third verse of Songs of The Broad Axe by Whitman, which is a list of concrete images and it says “The glad clear sound of one’s own voice,” and “death-howl”… – I’m easily excited by such words. And I mention this cos Harold Bloom says Hemingway drew from Twain and Whitman and I’d wonder how so. This poem shows me how so.
Patience by Daniel Clowes
Online – There’s a Kenneth Goldsmith essay about how he makes dumb
art (or smart-dumb) and he celebrates Warhol and Beckett and Stein and
Lin – all of who he says create a kind of smart-dumb art. He says they
don’t care about coming over as dumb. The article also introduced me to
artists like Seth Price. It also confirmed a feeling I can’t explain
here. But I relate to it and it kept me buzzing for a few weeks. I even
messaged Mr Goldsmith to say I enjoyed reading it and he messaged me
back and I messaged him again but he didn’t message back.
Books prose – The work of Lydia Davis I’ve been rereading.
I have learned what art really is, it says in Extracts from a Life. Art is not in some far off place….
Those lines excite me, make me feel I can sit in my room and type anything I want to type. Something clicked in me anyway.
Books poetry – The third verse of Songs of The Broad Axe by Whitman, which is mainly a list of concrete images and it says “The glad clear sound of one’s own voice,” and “death-howl”… – I’m easily excited by such words. And I mention this cos Harold Bloom says Hemingway drew from Twain and Whitman and I’d wonder how so. I could see Twain in Hemingway. But I couldn’t see Whitman so much. This poem shows me though – in the style and the….
I faintly remember—perhaps misremember—reading Kasparov say that one of his favorite chess books was Fischer’s My 60 Memorable Games, and one day last winter, in a used-book store and without looking for any particular thing, I saw a copy on a shelf. Serendipity! Never a systematic learner of the game (that is, a wheel-reinventer by nature), and suffering from greed blindness as a player, I’ve enjoyed guessing the next move in these games; it’s the most excited I’ve been reading this year. The brilliancies—one or two moves that turn the game inexorably in one player’s favor (in this book, almost all the wins are Fischer’s)—are simple, unremarkable moves, ones that I’d reject if told to try them (‘leaves the position too open’, or ‘doesn’t do anything to further the attack’)… and then the tactic clicks into strategically winning place. This Epimethean fate should probably be more distressing to me, failing again, failing worse — but it’s a tremendous pleasure to luxuriate in the cleverness of two players I couldn’t beat in a hundred lifetimes, the one just enough more far-sightedly incisive.
Fra Keeler by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi
A Bestiary by Lily Hoang
Duxplex by Kathryn Davis
I really liked Nell Zink’s Mislaid
Where’s that Goldsmith article?
This is easily Blackass by A. Igoni Barrett. The book has stayed with me.
The Other City by Michael Ajvaz has completely changed the way I look at everything whenever I walk around alone.
The Recognitions, William Gaddis
At The Bottom of The River, Jamaica Kincaid
https://theawl.com/being-dumb-501aa4859c4e#.fpxhbo0mb
so far—
sudden death, álvaro enrigue
i hate the internet, jarrett kobek
the vermont book, john ashbery & joe brainard
blood & soap, linh dinh
impossible princess, kevin killian
poetics of cinema, raúl ruiz
jack the modernist, robert glück (maybe my favorite)
the descent of alette, alice notley
aliens & anorexia, chris kraus
a day at the beach, robert grenier
censorship now!!, ian svenonius
considering how exaggerated music is, leslie scalapino
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The Voudon Gnostic Workbook by Michael Bertiaux
The most exciting thing I read was my paycheck when I stopped looking to a literary website run by a Basic White Male for validation
Nice list!
did you like my cameo in i hate the internet
lol ya, yr immortal now
what did the paycheck say?
http://reallifemag.com/definition-not-found/
One more, newish: Blood Orchid by Charles Bowden. It doesn’t blink and presses hard.
Reading Thomas Ligotti has been pretty great for the most part. I’m enjoying Mary Karr’s memoir The Liars’ Club, too. But it was James Baldwin’s “The Fire Next Time” that absolutely floored me. How he is not thought of as America’s finest writer in the 20th century (and arguably ever) I will never understand.
I will not watch that video, no.
either the mad man or through the valley of the nest of spiders by samuel r delany, but i went through a period where i was kind of reading all of his more pornotopic stuff and it felt incredibly strange. i think he is very underrated, even with the praise people throw his way. never read someone who can enact the thoughts of a graduate student in complicated philosophy who goes to a club to get pissed on and such then shares coffee with a homeless person after they just finished warming each other & fucking as the sun comes up.
also english composition as a happening, which is a nice antidote to the state of things at most u.s. schools. keep rereading that one, along with black mountain college stuff, to keep head afloat.
i’m thinking of ending things — iain reid
Mickey by Chelsea Martin
Crapalachia by Scott Mcclanahan
The Fun We’ve Had by Michael J. Seidlinger
Your Glass Head against the Brick Parade of Now Whats by Sam Pink
A couple I’d been meaning to read for awhile and finally did: I Love Dick by Chris Kraus and Stoner by John Williams.
He should be thought of that way! I’m reading Another Country right now and it’s wonderful. I’m on a Baldwin kick lately.