I saw my head in the head of heads

Home from Europe, gassed to the nines. Did up Paris, Chartres, Annecy, Turin, Asti, Venice, Rome. Bonkers in my teeth. Tired. Tryin'.

Had a fucking ball though, straight up. My once again massive thanks to Ken Baumann for getting me on board and being a real brother. Rad 100. Also big thanks to Dennis Cooper, Alberto Brosio, and Luca DiTrapano (as well as GianCarlo for helping us find his cousin).

Luca took us on a late night tour of Rome to many secret spots during which we drank 4 bottles of wine, including Dom Perignon, coupled with shots and other crap that took me to blackout mode. I barfed in the tour car, like a gimp. And I guess also got out of the car and laid down on the concrete in front of the Coliseum at some point, preserved here in image for the one blanked in my brain:





At some point as well we rapped ODB and 3-6 in the Vatican City, video forthcoming.




I have seen more of Jesus than you could ever lick.



I am going to write a novel about the closet that was in my hotel room in Venice. In that city you can watch chubby bitches rub their butts together on public TV. I had a dream about the perfect person, who was a lesbian, and had a small rind of fur.

I will holler more later maybe.




On the plane home began reading Werner Herzog's Conquest of the Useless, his diaries from the making of Fitzcarraldo, which is seriously fucking phenomenal. Seriously fucking phenomenal.

Here is all of what I read in Europe.

Just excitedly ordered Sean Lovelace's How Some People Like Their Eggs. So should you. Sean is smart.




Yesterday was my day on Everyday Genius, Michael Kimball edition, it is from a thing I was writing about weird kids I knew in elementary and middle school.




Didi Menendez is selling a tie with my face on it. :)



Shit's goin down. I'm tellin ya.





PS: Scorch Atlas drops in about a week. Amazon shows it as shipping now, I have heard people are receiving it from there. But you should of course more importantly pick it up direct from Featherproof. More on that, the remix contest (sorry for delay), and more soon.

PSS: Cool and new-styled review of SA by Nik Korpon at Outsider Writers. Thanks Nik!

PSSS: EVER gets a nice write up by AD Jameson in the new issue of the Review of Contemporary Fiction

Bitch gitcha mind right / Lemme talk to em

In Rome sitting buttass on my bed next to my in-house fishtank with the complimentary rubber ducky on the bed. Legs are sore from days walking. Think Ken is already asleep in his room across the hall. We have done a lot a lot. It has been too good. My twitter feed follows some of what happened. Too tired to replicate it here. Tomorrow we storm Rome some more, get blessed, eat $$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

Email is backed up beyond my eyes, trying to catch up. Laying low in this baller hotel for a while and zoning.

The toilets here flush with huge buttons on the wall that you can regulate how long it flushes. That makes sense.

Americans might really be swine, they do kind of stick out and seem hokey here, Italians are nicer than Parisians. I repped today with my Mickey Mouse shirt that says Florida on it and the girl at the gelato stand put a bauble on my huge ice cream tower with Mickey on it too. Super.

Venice is a heckuva a place, you have to be careful tho, on the 2nd night there we got really drunk and missed the late ferry back at the usual spot and were too blasted to figure out where the one that did late night rides was. We seriously walked halfway across Venice stumbling sweating trying to find it. The streets there clear out at like midnight. Blank as a blank. Nowhere nobody. So strange, corridors. We finally laid down on benches and slept in a small park sparely laid with trees. Woke up an hour or so later and got on a boat that still didn't go where we wanted, finally Ken just bought a 3rd hotel room and we crashed from 4 am to 10am

Yoik

I have eaten some shit I would never have eaten, raw veal, squid ink, weird crawly things, fucked cheese of spores, things i couldn't say what they were, Ken does it big

Ken rules, i owe him a lot for making this trip happen, like beyond



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I am tired of typing now

Scrawl ass w: 100 wicked

Leaving on Saturday for random sporadic trip to France & Italy for about 8 days to see some shit with master Ken. Going to buy a tree and scrape it with my face.

In case of trouble, REF: Warszawa by David Bowie and Brian Eno from the album Low.

Think I am going to take The Great Fire of London by Roubaud, maybe another very fat book too. Fat books are the only books.





Soon after that, will be on tour in support of Scorch Atlas with Robert Lopez for Kamby Bolongo Mean River also out that month and Sam Ligon for Drift & Swerve already out. Here are what the dates look like for now:

12 - Brooklyn, NYC - Barbes
14 - Portmouth, NH - River Run Bookstore
15 - Northampton, MA - TBA
16 - Boston, MA - Brookline Booksmith
17 - Providence, RI - Myopic Books
18 - Clinton, NJ - Clinton Bookshop
19 - Baltimore, MD - 510 Series
20 - Philly, PA - TBA

Mark it?

Here is a brief review/presentation of Scorch, focusing mainly on design, and including lots of pictures.




Excellent post today on DC's regarding Gaspar Noe and his father Luis Felipe Noe. How much longer will I have to wait to see Enter the Void??? Excited to hang out with Dennis in Paris.




Today will reach 40k word mark on a new novel about a black field that spreads, a twin brother who speaks tongues, a horse with very long hair, a series of 10,000 fences, a flat pyramid, and quite a bit of blood.




Watch After Hours if you haven't seen it. Scorsese's Lynch. Loved.




Life is poodles.

Back

I went out of town this weekend. I went to Gatlinburg TN. Mostly what they have there are pancake houses, Christmas supply stores, anti-liquor bills and novelty tourist-aimed recreation. Even restaurants can't sell liquor here, though it would help digest the casino-sized Jamboree dinner houses & weird putt putt venues.

They literally had 6-10 Christmas stores in a 4 mile stretch, some as large as WalMart.

I saw Dolly Parton in a very short parade and yelled something obscene and got glared at.

I climbed a mountain and took my clothes off so my dick could breathe.

I was glad to leave the fuckhole of Atlanta.

While I was gone, the new issue of Lamination Colony deleted itself. It reverted to its old index page and cleared many of the pieces on the new update. I have no idea how it did that.

It has also been editing itself occasionally. It stuck an extra line at the end of one of Jason Bredle's poems. It has changed versions of two of the Dick Palace sections twice.

Dick Palace is a co-editor at Lamination Colony and he lives inside the computer. He is a destructor.

I have fixed the site back to how it was for now.

Kemel Zalidvar blogged about Chris Killen's piece and the Lamination Colony submission guidelines.

This weekend I read Joyelle McSweeney's FLET. I read it mostly while going up the mountain by myself. I would walk a while and then stop in a spot that looked like a spot for stopping and then I would read one of the short sections. The book worked very well like that: completely alone on a mountain, in sections. I enjoyed it.

I have more to say later but right now I am very tired and I can't stop thinking about the two small shaking dogs I saw a woman at a flea market had stored inside a small aquarium. It was cold and they were clawed against one another trying to get warm. The woman running the booth was cockeyed and had acne and I am fairly certain had kissed relatives. She offered to let us hold the dogs. I couldn't look at her.

I feel sick.

Jesus christ: A VERY ANXIOUS FEELING