'my mother's letters addressed to nonexistent hotels'

People wondering about the results of the Scorch Atlas Remix contest: I've been slowly reading and things are coming together. We plan to have the results to you announced in early July, and the publication of the remix book coming shortly thereafter. More on that as it arrives.

The Scorch Atlas books themselves are about to be on their way: shipped from the printers door tomorrow.

Anybody interested in reviewing who isn't already on my list, please drop me a line with where you think you could place a write up. I'd love to send you a book.




Also, will be on Featherproof Dollar Store tour from July 3-14th, selling early copies (it won't hit stores until Sept.), check dates from Texas to NYC and elsewhere here.

Also will be doing another tour in September mostly in the Northeast with Robert Lopez and Sam Ligon, more on that soon.








A huge honor to have Dennis Cooper name EVER in his candidates for his Best of 2009 Top Ten Lists.

An insanely cool collage of art objects and powerhouses, from the man himself.








My review of the 11th story in Brian Evenson's Fugue State 'Invisible Box' is up at the Identity Theory blog Book Rate








I feel behind on so much, it is impossible to keep up, how does anybody do anything









Telling you now: Mike Young's MC Oroville's Answering Machine is a power energy monster. So happy to have that series of texts together in one place. It's $3.5. You just have to buy it.





Attila Bartis's 'Tranquility' (from the incredible Archipelago Books) is also stroking me inside:

But what would you do, Mr. Writer, if at pig-slaughtering time they handed you the blood bowl to hold, eh? You'd drop it like a hot potato, wouldn't you? About that, Mr. Principal, you are mistaken; I'd just get a better grip on it.









I'm really going to try now to write on this paragraph-turned-novel that is now entering 15k words from having meant to be 500 | saving in the filename 'black fields.doc' | I am really going to pay attention |

TOOTLEY TOOT TOOT TOOTLES TOOTELEY MMK TOOTLES TOOT TOTS TOOTIES MMK MMK TOOT.COM

hi

guess what

some things happened mmK





tell ya bout that later

mmK







some other things too: a friendly power jogger (Mike Young) and a Marxist milksucker (Bradley Sands) made this thing called DRAGONS WITH CANCER for the Magic Helicopter Press

each contributor (but lo!) was asked to send in a realistic story and an unrealistic story, about whatever

My stories, titled 'Realistic Story' and 'Unrealistic Story: An Annotation,' are up on that shits with some crazies named Ray Fracalossy Avital Gad Cykman Sam Pink Gina Ranalli Sean Kilpatrick Rhys Hughes Ofelia Hunt Andersen Prunty Kevin L. Donihe

I wrote my pieces in vast fury one afternoon after some long discussion about how fiction should get to 'what is human' and how fiction should do this and that

money was shooting out of my eyes during the composition period, which was extensive

my story 'Realistic Story' pervades a viewpoint, which makes it dangerous, as does its brother (note: you toggle between stories for each author by clicking the pic on the story page mmK)

these two stories are soon to become required reading for idiots who decide they want to be writers

'Realistic Story' has a dramatic twist and contains the sentence: "Phillip Roth is Alice Munro is Anton Chekov is Barack Obama is a sandwich is oinken blarzstensen is a steaming pound of need." it is an earned sentence, it really is, like how i earned money to buy a coon skin hat when i was nine by scraping shitty floor wax off of tiles in my parents foyer, it was a horrible deal but i got the hat

the second story is fun with workshopping

let's have a look, it would be fun

i think these stories together make a parish in which i will lay my face apart

hey, let's discuss being human real soon






also rad is that Magic Helicotper has plans out the yingyang, with new print releases already announced by Jimmy Chen, Jack Christian, and a full length poetry book by Daniel Bailey

wowsers, for real

mad props to these friends

and mad thanks to Mike and Bradley for the power fun, let's read together like women do with babies before breast time







congrats again to my man Ken Baumann for having the balls to attempt to make a real piece of film art in this shithole America (he is adapating Stanley Crawford's 'Log of the S.S. The Mrs. Unguentine' info)

Ken is one of the realest motherfuckers I know, he does what he says and says what he does





i am also convinced that matthew simmons is rad as fuck







man, today i spoke on the fone with the irs, those guys are cool. they actually kind of are. they know how to talk into the phone and know how to know words to say back, unlike most phone users representing large entities.

never talk shit about the irs in front of me again



i
'm feeling eruptive, somebody come over with a bag of glass and let's build a whorehouse and burn it to the ground

it's happy fury, which is best kind, really

today for a little while i felt like i did heroin

i don't know what doing heroin feels like
or even smoking weed
cuz i am pure

i also ate some candy i found under the seat in my car

i registered www.fuckingmyspace.com the other night while i was drunk playing poker, now what

bitchin'

let's rock

Blurbs & Blabs + Day 8 sidenote

BLAKE BUTLER ON MIKE YOUNG: "Mike Young's poetic teetaw caused a cosmic enjambment in my scrote, which once infected, defined a nation, and that nation was neon purple & made of email, and I left that nation with Mike Young's mother's mother, and Mike Young's mother's mother was the dude who scripted most of Legend of Zelda II."

MIKE YOUNG ON BLAKE BUTLER: "Blake Butler's synthesis of Lynchian hyperbole and didactic Wu-Tang skank tropes (in the Lacanian mode) causes readers to question anew our semiotic Dairy Queen panopticon. What Roland Barthes called "the grain of the voice" and Jeff Gordon called "I could've won if the other cars had just gotten out of my way" is embodied in Butler's spry, wedgie-tight narratives of American betrayal and disillusioned shopping cart races. Coming strong as dinosaur's breath from the Fugitive poet tradition, think of Butler as a modern day John Crowe Ransom with buck teeth, a penchant for "iced coffee" (in the Derridian sense of the phrase, more than a surface-level thirstiness and rather a concertedly diachronic poop-under-the-bridge aporia), and a finger up yo dirty brain nigguh."

FENCE nominated me for Best New Poets. They are allowed 2 nominations. That made me glow. Beyond an honor coming from such folks. TY, editors. Hot fuck action maximum. Titty licker.

Crunchy sumppump dicktease googoo.

Today is very good if filled with humming if a little rough around the edges if making me shake.

Still working on NOVEL for today. Results to post. (Late night update: There are now 33113 words. Figuring I will be done now around 40k.)

Did you know these things about LOST HIGHWAY:

- The Mystery Man never blinks during the entire film.
- In a recent interview, director Lynch confessed that Lost Highway and Twin Peaks take place in the same world.
- According to Lynch, the first scene in the film is based upon an incident which occurred in his own life. He says that early one morning, his intercom buzzed, and when he answered it a voice he didn't recognize said, "Dick Laurant is dead." However, by the time he got to the front of the house to look out the window, there was no-one outside.



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