Read Wolf Parts today. Awesome stuff,
warm up shot
Mr. Bell's -- brilliant-- u'
pcoming collection,
Mr. Bell's consummate skill as a prose stylist
good one.
Also,
here:
one of your admired betters
((A)m((be))r ((Sp))ar((ks)) is a terrific writer and I--so, a h((umble th))anks!
remix remix spill it's foul yellow--
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
it has been a long gray day
“His boyish joy at shooting a living creature gives us all hope for our advanced years,” the new king often commented upon hearing a fresh volley of lead explode through the freedom hating skull of some assassin.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Fog of War: Articulation of Blades at Everyday Genius
, An Articulation of Blades, fro
m The Ancient House --
muchthanks to
Everyda--geniu--
s. Am humbled to--Blake Bu--
==month//over//there.===
m The Ancient House --
muchthanks to
Everyda--geniu--
s. Am humbled to--Blake Bu--
==month//over//there.===
Saturday, April 3, 2010
experimental lit V realism pt 2
lets: no more 'experimental' literature. no more footnotes.
no more david foster
wallace. never again, you.
lets: cormac mfaulknerelville.
sterne & swift. rab-e-lais. shakespeare.
poe. coleridge. carlylepro
ustsophocles, aescheuripides,
the authors of the old testament. job's gnashing. gilgamesh.
lets: toward the original literature.
i don't care what your internet says.
lets: return to aching cathedrals. lets: return to bloodspattered temples.
no more david foster
wallace. never again, you.
lets: cormac mfaulknerelville.
sterne & swift. rab-e-lais. shakespeare.
poe. coleridge. carlylepro
ustsophocles, aescheuripides,
the authors of the old testament. job's gnashing. gilgamesh.
lets: toward the original literature.
i don't care what your internet says.
lets: return to aching cathedrals. lets: return to bloodspattered temples.
Friday, April 2, 2010
realism v experimental fiction
methinks, literature is not a rock. beloved literature is not a painting upon a rock of a bear attack. literature is a bear attack. and when the bear departs into the haze of the seas, literature remains gasping collapsing agonizing with facial wounds. here now, the watchinggrowingthriving of thistles and flowers out the maligned corpse. friends, literature is no rock; literature is a corpse growing flowers out its mouth. literature is a corpse losing legs and arms to birds and large hearted mammals. gaining worms where once it had eyes, literature is a developing thriving beast. a thousand insects grow and rustle into the folds. here we have a creature, once stirring, now developing into the loam.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
town called panic tends toward chaos
hooray! town called panic. a nice movie without being unlikeable.
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