How Do You Deal with Endings?

In an hour, a car service is coming to get me. It will bring to me to La Guardia, where I will wait two hours for my flight to arrive. On that flight, I will hopefully not be seated next to people who smell or who make smacking noises with their mouths, nor people who are feeling talkative. I will probably read and work on some stuff for school. Mostly what I will do, probably, is I will listen to Ryan Adams–it has to be music completely disconnected from any event–and stare forward, and wonder how it is possible that I have left the place where I, only so many hours prior, was.

For better or for worse–when it comes to the everyday, doubtless for worse–endings mean the most to me. Reading, writing, “relationships,” split-second goodbyes, drawn out goodbyes that never satisfy, leaving New York City after what amounts to a month here. While reading, I’ll cover up the last few sentences of a book–any book–with my hand until my eyes get there. I almost hold my breath. An ending is an opening, a deep and unmendable rending. While writing, I’ll ensure that the ending unravels, de-sutures, overturns what precedes it. I can control my endings on the page. I want them to spill the weight of the work into a neuter space or something.

Off the page, I am a masterful botcher of endings.


Craft Notes / 26 Comments
January 22nd, 2010 / 1:38 pm

Some of our favorite Weaklings: Recent highlights from Dennis Cooper’s blog

On Saturday we learned about the history of emo, as a genre of music, and as a philosophy slash lifestyle choice. We watched a video of Rites of Spring, allegedly the first emo (or “emocore”) band. We also learned how to style emo hair, and we listened with amused disgust while inarticulate teenage boys tried to explain what they hate about “the emos.”



On Monday we watched a bunch of video clips by/about/related to the Oulipo. There’s an Italo Calvino interview, and some Raymond Queneau stuff, and Harry Mathews, plus an “Oulipo condensation” of David Lynch’s Inland Empire, and a whole lot more. 



Today is “DC’s obscure porn search and rescue mission #8: Suck Cock America! (1972)



Every picture in this post except for this one came from this funny-creepy instructional website about activities for kids that I found while looking for "newspaper hat" pictures for the Pound post earlier. Instead of using MS Paint, why didn't they just give the kids emo haircuts?

Author Spotlight & Random / 8 Comments
December 11th, 2008 / 4:50 pm