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Two more responses to EVER:

Johannes Goransson @ Exoskeleton: 'What makes this novel very interesting in this context is that it seems to be written from the other direction - not a murder mystery that loses its narrative, but a narrative-less cinematic body-fantasia in search of a narrative.'

Brandon Hobson @ Clusterflock: 'The music somehow made me want to lie down on the floor and sliver. I’m not sure why. When I told my wife this she asked if I’d taken my medication (which I had).'

Two Lynch references in two reviews = I am happy child.







Dang, Adam Robinson kills it here. I am really excited about his forthcoming book, brilliantly titled ADAM ROBISON.


Kind of flabbergastingly awesome post by Dennis Cooper on board games and writing


I also really like this recipe on Elimae by Nathan Neely







I just got Shane Jones's LIGHT BOXES in the mail. It is beautiful. You should order it. I am really excited to read it again in its final form. Since I preordered, mine came with a copy of Shane's MLP chapbook 'Black Kids in Lemon Trees,' which I already have as an MLP subscriber. Forward me a receipt for ordering the book from today or later and I will give you my second copy of it.






Brian Evenson's LAST DAYS is out now from Underland Press. I will be posting a full review of this probably later this week, but as anyone who has touched Evenson's ink likely already knows: this is a book for owning, reading, rereading, eating, touching. I can't think of an author who has influenced me more, honestly. I recommend this book as highly as any other book he has written: they are all vital.

Last night I read his story 'The Adjudicator' in the new issue of Conjunctions about a hairless man living in a house after a great conflagration, who is then asked to 'adjudicate' a man who looks, he believes, exactly like him. Evenson's corridors of narrative, always as if chiseled out of something that has existed forever, somehow seem both speaking to you and speaking secondly inside you at the same time, each saying slightly different things that then interweave in your brain meat and then, in the collision, form the narrative. How Evenson is able to portray such complex moods in lines that seem so simple, and yet so timelessly phrased, in their pronunciation, is one of the great many magicks he possesses.






This Friday, doing a small pre-NYC-book-release-party book release party in Atlanta. Friday 8:30 @ Kavarna in Decatur. My boy Jamie Iredell is on the mic, as are a couple bands. I don't think more than a couple Atlantans read this blog, but oh well, it's a mention.






I watched Roy Andersson's YOU THE LIVING the other night. I didn't love it as much as SONGS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR, which is one of my all time favorites, though it was not too far behind, and almost like a sequel.

I love the use of the swastikas on the table after the cloth is removed in this scene, a perfect encryption that somehow gave me goosebumps when I noticed, even despite the laughter:








I kind of am enjoying this year thoroughly thus far.


"19: OS OS OS IS SI, Day of Speak Only in Hymn, for yes, the song is joyous, and in our zoning we yes do indeed enjoy the song."

Peter Markus & Lindsay Lohan's Tits

Hi.

I reviewed PETER MARKUS's new novel BOB, OR MAN ON BOAT out now from DZANC BOOKS at NEW PAGES along with other good reviews by Josh Maday, Sean Lovelace, Matt Bell and others.

GET IT



Also, LINDSAYLOHANSTITS.INFO is now live. I am going to do something else with it but I'm not sure what yet.

I will be launching another site this or next week that will actually provide a useful service I think.

Um, something something.

Oh also, DEREK WHITE is selling a ton of his stuff before he moves to Africa, the lucky bastard. You can browse a chunk of his music and book library and buy them for cheap. It is fun to shop from photographs. I already snagged several good books including stuff by Deb Olin Unferth, Joyelle McSweeney, Brandon Hobson, plus two copies of literary mags I really wanted. Go get some shit from Derek's GOAT RODEO.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I want to move to Africa too !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rewatched SONGS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR last night, a Swedish surrealist film by Roy Andersson with some of the best filmwork in recent memory and really funny. I bought it years ago right after I first saw it and forgot and hadn't even opened it yet. I would be hard pressed to find a movie more up my alley. Weird conversational steadicam scenes in highly stylized rooms while all this chaotic shit goes on the background and no one really even mentions it. End of world, something, something. I'd forgotten. I want to get Roy Andersson's new film YOU, THE LIVING but it's only on PAL dvd, fuck.

Roy Andersson also makes really strange commericals in Sweden, like this one:



and this one



You can read what they are saying in the 2nd one in the youtube page description. It is funny. A lot of SONGS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR has the same look and feel as that 2nd commercial.

America is a neon pisshole.

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