Newport Folk Festival on WFUV →
Hey All WFUV—the best radio station in the Bronx—is broadcasting live from the Newport Folk Festival all day. 90.7 fm if you live in NYC, and online at www.wfuv.org if you don’t. Good sets from Gillian Welch, John MacCauley’s (deer tick) new band Middle Brother, Emmylou and Mountain Man who are three barefoot girls from Vermont doing acapella folk songs, 3 part...
Craft Notes 2--Oral Tradition
Don’t sleep on the Oral Tradition. How many boring as F***, awkward, shitty ass ‘readings’ have you been to (or been part of) where the writer mumbles, or keeps her head down, or rushes through as fast he can, swallowing the last words of every paragraph, or speaks like a robot instead of communicating like a human being to a roomful of other human beings; instead of telling a...
Been writing/editing a book lately—my first. I am beyond the point where this new thing is officially ‘the longest single story’ I’ve written. I wrote a book a few years ago called Julie In Mittens which was about 250 pages but it was essentially short stories that were loosely thematically connected, and besides only 50 copies were hand-made before I recognized the...
I like the idea of women who are in full control, but I am tired of seeing...– MORRISSEY
Present :: Julio Cortázar
I found this great primer to Argentine writer Julio Cortázar’s work including some overviews of each of his periods, interviews, photos, quotes. It was on Dennis Cooper’s Weaklings site and was put together by the great Chilly Jay Chill. Here you go: http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.com/2011/07/chilly-jay-chill-presents-its-better-to.html Cortázar is usually not...
July Rising, Alice Especially
I had no idea what was happening on her end of the line—sounded like she was calling from Brian WIlson’s imagination, the way the things sounded, the things she said. I knew what was happening on my end of the line: jack shit. She called me when she couldn’t sleep. Called me last night too. Called me last week. Hadn’t slept since Summer started. Too much noise in...
Bastille Day Means What Exactly?
The man hanging out of the wrecked car was still alive as I passed, and I stopped, grown a little more used to the idea now of how really badly broken he was, and made sure there was nothing I could do. He was snoring loudly and rudely. His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn’t be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn’t, and therefore I looked down into...
Alexander McQueen :: Savage Beauty
I saw the late Scottish designer Alexander McQueen’s Savage Beauty exhibit at the Metropolitan Art Museum over the 4th of July weekend with Sylvie and her friend and it’s been planted firmly in my brain ever since. First let me say this, when it comes to fashion I’m, AT BEST, cynical. I’ve stated that on this blog a few times, but maybe I should clarify: I think there...
A day so golden and lucky to have touched upon my simple psyche the possibility that all death will come like laughing till it hurts too much.
Cy Twombly died yesterday and besides being both a confounding and groundbreaking artist, he was also part of the Black Mountain College group that included poets Charles Olson, Robert Duncan and Robert Creeley, among others. Black Mountain was more or less an artists’ colony, like the biggest hippie school you could ever imagine—before hippies even existed—made up of some of...
Declarations of Independence
I know you can’t out-run ghosts but is it possible to out-risk them? I mean, in terms of writing I truly believe hard work and bravery keep those dogged hounds off your heels (hard work meaning finishing things, bravery means answering the bell each time it’s rung for you), but something must be said of risk too, no? The greatest things and experiences I’ve gotten out of this...
Almost done with Palmetto Country. Highly...
excerpt from Palmetto Country by Stetson Kennedy (1942) Congo Talk In the realm of black magic, Darkest Africa has very little on the Deepest South. Transplanted African cults and practices thrive in the Palmetto Country as in no other part of the United States; besides the Southern Negro stuff variously known as hoodoo, voodoo, and cunjervation, there is the brujeria and naniguismo brought in...
Fall Face First Into A Drug Fugue →
bhahaha this is hysterical!—if you like drugs. Tao Lin and New York Tyrant’s Giancarlo DiTrapano published a year’s worth of actual txt messages between the two of them re: the buying/selling of various pills and powders in NYC. My old cellphone (the only other one I’ve ever had) broke last summer while I was staying at my parents’ house so I buried it in a shoebox...