December 2011
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Don't Mix Your Sulk Vodka With Sundays
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“You? You’ll never learn.”
“I don’t care, I wanna give it a try.”
“You can’t even sing.”
“You can’t even fuck.” That shut her up, even though it wasn’t true. You get someone doubting themselves in bed and they can really come apart. Ellie was the best sex I ever...
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May The Alms Of Dear Everett Green Be Carrolbound
He seemed to be their favorite for a while. I might not be right about that, but I’m not lying—and what’s more, he was my favorite. He was last in the garden, but nestled deep inside; we did it all together. I never felt there wasn’t one to come with me somewhere strange. That is, if I wanted to grow anywhere at all. There was always Cliff, or Leigh, or Lu. There was always one to...
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“Just don’t fucking bore me with things you pretend to know, or are too...”
– Some writing advice I got from a stranger sitting next to me, eating potato porridge at the bar, in a pub on Vancouver Island, BC, Oct. ‘06. He wore thin white gloves and wouldn’t shake my hand afterwards because of a skin disease that was slowly degenerating his palms.
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November 2011
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On Nights Spent Going Blind And Days Spent...
I successfully shoplifted the new NY Tyrant from Barnes and Nobles. I thought it would be a problem because I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Whatever, I don’t even think I need them.
Cover Art’s pretty decent.
NY Tyrant is my favorite Lit Journal. Their last issue came out like a year ago, but it was great (the one with Cherry from the Outsiders on the cover). Strange ass...
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Tales From The Abused Bouche
I heard 2 Neil Young songs on the radio, then flipped the station and heard another and thought Damn, Neil Young must’ve died.
Turns out it was just his birthday.
But that’s the way news has been breaking lately, terrible things dropping from the sky or else a quick shift in light, a thrown shadow, and everyone can finally see something that’s been so evil forever: Fanged...
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Stay In The Mouth Of The Cannon
True to his plan, arrogant and contemptuous of an opponent’s worth as never before, Ali opened the fight flat-footed in the center of the ring, his hands whipping out and back like the pistons of an enormous and magnificent engine. Much broader than he has ever been, the look of swift destruction defined by his every move, Ali seemed indestructible. Once, so long ago, he had been a...
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Murder Folk, Mama
I’ve got those Tears In My Beer
Blood In My Stool blues
Got those Teeth In My Beer
Fell Off My Stool blues
Got that Blood In My Beer
Teeth In My Stool blues.
(woe woe woe)
And Mama, I’m-fixin-to-die rag
Fixin-to-dine rag
Fixin-a-vegan-feast
and-wearin-skinny-jeans dirge.
I’ve got those Gin In A Jam...
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Season of the Witch
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in...
October 2011
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Lone Wolf Tribe // Fort Greene For Peace →
Above is a link to an article on the street theatre pieces that Lone Wolf Tribe have been doing around Brooklyn. I mentioned it and posted some pictures a couple of posts ago. I guess a reporter saw us.
Disclosure:
I’m not a pacifist. I don’t always go for the non-violent solution, I can get suckered into a fistfight, and I’ve thrown the first punch before. I was, at...
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Micrographs: i ♥ my girl and my girl ♥ booze
my girlfriend showed me these brilliant things: the work of research scientist Michael Davidson, in his laboratory in Florida State. He crystalized different alcohols and magnified them over 1,000 times that look far more colorful (maybe less artful?) than the puked wall splatters you create yourself in the alley out back of the bar. More images here
SAKE:
WHISKEY:
CHAMPAGNE:
WHITE...
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1. Last week, FOR FREE, I stood in a field in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco and listened to Merle Haggard sing ‘Silver Wings’ and my favorite song ‘Mama Tried’ with Kris Kristofferson. Stood in a different field in the same Golden Gate Park in San Francisco the very next day at the same exact time and listened to Bob Mould sing ‘Hoover Dam’.
2. On the...
September 2011
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Summer's Ending on Fear Dream Island
my dreams are alive but have a funny way of proving it: so quick to get sick and bleeding all over themselves in burps. the shape shifting is what really gets to me. i awake without my glasses, the furniture’s been re-arranged, the ocean’s gone sugary and milky white and all my ex-girlfriends arrive at the shores with infant mouths to nourish, kids who aren’t mine, and husbands...
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Hawks Don't Share or Reblog
I was already reading A Moveable Feast when I was visited by two Modernists last weekend, and they got me all riled up again about Faulkner, Fitzgerald and Hemingway.
There’s a part in A Moveable Feast in the chapter titled “Hawks Don’t Share” where Hemingway remarks that in the tumultuous period of desperate drinking after The Great Gatsby was published and before he...
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Giant (Don't Ever Back Up Or Give Them An Inch....
Did you know that William Faulkner was only 5 foot 5 and a half inches tall?
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Other.Poets.Poems
I AM 25
by Gregory Corso
With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers
saying:—I did those then
but that was then
that was then—
O...
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Giancarlo DiTrapano and Blake Butler at 'Vice' →
Blake’s responses to this list are pretty hilarious. Blake’s books There Is No Year and Scorch Atlas are also pretty phenomenal, if you haven’t heard of him/them. Strange creatures: him/them.
8. Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.
Blake Butler: Protect it with what, a sword? I mean, I’m...
August 2011
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[untitled] ee cummings
Buffalo Bill’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like...
