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'Tall, soulful-eyed British actor Murray Melvin had the look of a sensitive "punker" at a time when such youths were called "Teddy Boys." Melvin received his training and first blush of prominence with the Theatre Workshop. In films since 1960, Melvin's most conspicuous early assignment was as the sympathetic homosexual in 1962's A Taste of Honey. Back in those days, a role of this nature was but one step away from flamboyance; Melvin took that one step, and has spent most of his career in extroverted, often outrageous roles.

'Melvin left his North London secondary school at the age of fourteen unable to master fractions but as Head Prefect, a qualification he says he gained by always having clean fingernails and well combed hair. He started work as an office boy for a firm of Holiday Agents off Oxford Street To help channel the energies of the young after the disturbing times of the war, his parents had helped to found a youth club in Hampstead, financed by the Co-operative Society of which they were long standing members. A drama section formed with Murray its most enthusiastic member.

'He attended evening classes at the nearby City Literary Institute and studied Drama, Mime and Classical Ballet. During an extended lunch-break from the Ministry, he applied to Joan Littlewood's Theatre Workshop company at the Theatre Royal Stratford East and auditioned on-stage singing and dancing for Joan Littlewood and Gerry Raffles. On being asked to create a character he knew from life he impersonated a rather rotund director of the Sports Board. Having ascertained that he had to return that afternoon to work for this character Joan Littlewood said to Gerry Raffles: "the poor little bugger, we must get him away from there". And they did.

'In October 1957 he became an assistant stage manager, theatre painter and general dogsbody to John Bury, the theatre designer, and he went on stage in his first professional role as the Queen's Messenger in the then in-rehearsal production of Macbeth. He was cast as Geoffrey in Shelagh Delaney's play, A Taste of Honey. In February 1959, A Taste of Honey opened at the Wyndham's Theatre and transferred to the Criterion some six months later. It was the hit of the season. Murray Melvin went on to play his role of Geoffrey in the film of A Taste of Honey, directed by Tony Richardson, for which he won the Prix de Cannes as best actor at the Festival in 1962. He was also nominated for the BAFTA "Most Promising Newcomer" award.

'The production attracted the interest of filmmakers, including Ken Russell and Lewis Gilbert. Murray Melvin became a member of what has often been called the Ken Russell Repertory Company, appearing in many of Russell’s most celebrated films, including The Devils and The Boy Friend. Lewis Gilbert cast Murray in H.M.S. Defiant (1962), alongside Dirk Bogarde, and in Alfie, where he played Michael Caine’s work friend, stealing petrol and taking photographs to sell to tourists.

'Among Melvin's more celebrated later roles, he played Reverend Samuel Runt in Stanley Kubrick's Barry Lyndon (1975). He appeared in the Swinging Sixties comedy Smashing Time (1967), which also featured Bruce Lacey and his robots. Ken Russell had made a film about Lacey called The Preservation Man (1962). He co-starred with Russell regular Oliver Reed in Richard Fleischer’s film of The Prince and the Pauper Crossed Swords (1977) and in Alberto Lattuada’s lavish four-part television film Christopher Columbus (1985). Peter Medak cast Murray Melvin in five films: A Day in the Death of Joe Egg (1972), starring Alan Bates; Ghost in the Noonday Sun (1973, starring Peter Sellers); The Krays (1990); Let Him Have It (1991); and as Dr. Chilip in David Copperfield (2000).

'In 2004 he appeared as Monsieur Reyer, the musical director and conductor of the Opera Populaire, in Joel Schumacher’s film adaptation of the musical The Phantom of the Opera. Working increasingly in television, he appeared very memorably as the sinister Bilis Manger in the Doctor Who spinoff, Torchwood. His upcoming film appearances include Star Wars Episode VII and Fifty Shades of Grey, both due to be released in 2015.'-- collaged



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Murray Melvin @ IMDb
'Murray Melvin explains to Neil Cooper the debt he owes to Joan Littlewood'
Audio: 'One on One: Samira Ahmed with Murray Melvin'
National Portrait Gallery - Person - Murray Melvin
Book: 'The Art of the Theatre Workshop'
Murray Melvin recalls 'Oh What a Lovely War'
'Melvin and Medusa'
'Murray Melvin on Brendan Behan'
'Back where it all started'



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Murray Melvin. 57 takes!?


Murray Melvin in conversation with Michael Billington


A Taste of Honey Q&A


Murray Melvin. 60s.



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Can I start by asking you how you became an actor?

Murray Melvin: I don’t know really, Dominic. How I did I become an actor? Now, Miss Littlewood would of course say, ‘You must never become an ‘Actor’, you must work against that.’. Well now, after the last War my mother and father helped to start a Youth Club. We lived in Hampstead in North London. The reason for starting the club was, I suppose, to get us all off the streets, and in... what in modern parlance would call ‘centred’. The club started a drama section and I became part of that, and we met every week. Now, the woman who ran the drama section was a Jess Harrison, and one week she announced that we would not rehearse the following week, that she was going to take us all to the theatre. She had read that there was a company that she had seen when she lived in Glasgow, they were called the Theatre Workshop, and this company had taken over a theatre at Stratford in East London. Now, she considered them to be the finest theatrical company in the country. So the following week we all met after work and took a long – for those days – long journey to the Theatre Royal in the East End of London.

The play we saw was Richard II, and Richard was played by Harry H. Corbett, who much later in life was to become Steptoe in that very famous series. Now, at the same time Richard II was being presented at the Old Vic with John Neville playing Richard. Now, Stratford was run on a shoestring, so there were no long golden cloaks, no long fanfares, no great long processionals coming on stage – just raw Elizabethan language. And you were on the edge of the seat the whole evening. Elizabethan language spoken on the moment, rather than on the breath. I considered that to be the first time I had seen real theatre. It was gobsmacking.

Now, we were taken back the next year to see Edward II. That was done on a sloping ramp, the width of the stage. Oh, now, I had never seen that before and neither had many other people. Designed – as was Richard – by the Theatre’s then resident designer John Bury, who went on to work at the National Theatre. A sloping ramp with a map of England painted on it, so when Edward was centre stage he was standing in the centre of his England. Oh, it was wonderful!

Now, I am going back to... what? ’55 – ’56, and I’ve yet to see a classical production that comes up to either of those. And that’s what made me determined to try and get myself to that theatre, and about two years later I succeeded. I obtained a grant to study for a year, and I got my place in a drama school – that old chicken and egg, it still happens doesn’t it? You get a grant if you’ve got a place in a drama school, you’ve got a place in a drama school if you’ve got a grant.

Who did you get the grant from?

MM: Guildhall School. But having got both, I then trotted out to Stratford East and said, ‘Well, I’ve got a grant.’ And so for a year... ‘So if you would take me on as a student, you’d get me free for a year.’ Oh, I was in! [Laughs] Poverty stricken – I was in... Gerry Raffles took me in, that’s right. And of course, I went as the dogsbody! I mean, I really was the dogsbody – making the tea, sweeping the stage, all that old stuff. And also I was an extra hand to John Bury in making sets. I mean, I did everything. It was very rough and very basic but... I mean, I could go on for hours about that work, doing drains and painting the foyer and all that stuff, but that’s what I did.

I wondered if you could give us a sense of your perspective of what the 1950’s were like as a decade?

MM: Oh bloody awful! Well, the early fifties. The breakthrough started in middle fifties. I mean, when did the Beatles start? I mean pop groups start? It was...?

Around about ’63.

MM: You see, that was late! It was late! The Twist – it was the Twist that was the breakthrough, and that came over from France, like a lot of other good things. That’s before Bill Haley and Rock Around the Clock, it was the Twist that was the start. Oh wonderful Twist – I never stopped! Before that you had a formalised society, you’d got a class society. We’ve gone back to it now in some ways. But you had ‘class’.

I was thrown out of school at the age of 14 because I refused to learn. What they actually meant was, I was bored with ‘two times two’ and all that. I mean urgh got over that. But I’d had been out on the... we all had, of my generation, we’d been out on the streets for far too long – so no formal education. If I had no education and no money, I had no way of getting into drama school. Can you get into a drama school these days without a certificate? No? Yes? Dodgy, dodgy! No, it’s terrible isn’t it? What have certificates to do with imagination?

So, the fifties. You had a society, very formal, very stiff, very boring. London... there was one coffee house just off Shaftesbury Avenue - it’s where Tommy Steele started! - oh what is it called...? No, it’s too long ago! But that coffee house allowed young musicians to strut their stuff, but that was it! Pubs - the meeting houses of the time - closed at ten thirty! There was a coffee shop at the top of Drury Lane that was open until ten – Cor! That was daring! Now, there was a life after ten thirty of course, but by God you had to have money! Remember, at that time you could only drink after ten thirty if you had food. I mean, it’s a world away really isn’t it – I can’t believe I got through it all!

The conditions in the mills in Lancashire and Manchester, I mean, it was so appalling. Oh my goodness me! You know, those young girls on those huge machines, coping with those threads, getting their fingers and their hair caught under the machinery. Oh, I mean it must have been ghastly!



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16 of Murray Melvin's 48 films

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Joseph Losey The Criminal (Concrete Jungle) (1960)
'Joseph Losey's 1960 picture The Criminal (released in the US two years later under the rather misleading title The Concrete Jungle) is an example of a film noir made in Britain with genuine fidelity to the conventions of the genre, although with some updating—it's more lurid and more sexually explicit than earlier American examples of the genre—that brings it closer to the spirit of the then-emerging Swinging Sixties. Losey was, of course, actually an American with previous experience directing Hollywood noirs (M, The Prowler, The Big Night), a refugee from the film industry witch hunts of the early fifties. Relocating to Britain and working at first under various pseudonyms, he continued his film directing career as an expatriate until his death in 1984.'-- The Movie Projector



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Tony Richardson A Taste of Honey (1961)
'A Taste of Honey (1961), directed by Tony Richardson, is a key example in the cinema of the Angry Young Men, as it was called. Although time may have blunted the impact of its taboo-busting issues, 46 years on, it’s no less flavorful for its powerful performances, most notably Rita Tushingham in her breakout role as Jo, through whose wide, expressive eyes we see a grim world of mean expectations. The film version of Shelagh Delaney’s 1958 play, the film tells the tale of Jo, a plain high school girl in Manchester, who lives with her single mother, Helen, a tarty, rent-skipping pub singer (a brilliant portrayal by Dora Bryan). After Jo spends the night with a black sailor and gets pregnant, her mother decides to marry a man she’s just met who promises a new life in the suburbs – without her difficult and acid-tongued daughter. With nowhere left to go, Jo moves into a shabby flat and soon forms a relationship with a young gay man, Geoffrey (Murray Melvin), who works with her at a shoe store. Rita Tushingham and Murray Melvin both won acting awards for their roles in A Taste of Honey at the 1962 Cannes Film Festival.'-- cinemaretro.com



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Lewis Gilbert Damn the Defiant! (1962)
'Damn the Defiant! is an 18th-century seafaring drama from director Lewis Gilbert. Alec Guinness plays the stern but compassionate captain of a British warship, engaged in the Napoleonic wars. Guinness is popular with his men, which is more than can be said for his new second-in-command Dirk Bogarde. When Guinness tries to modify Bogarde's sadistic adherence to discipline, Bogarde responds by mistreating Guinness' cabin-boy son, knowing that the captain cannot intervene under the edicts of British maritime law. During an incipient mutiny, Bogarde is accidently killed, and Guinness knows that the crewmen responsible must hang once they reach shore. But after these same men perform courageously in battle, Guinness suffers a crisis of conscience: How can he condemn these fearlessly patriotic men to death, as he knows he must? Based on the novel Mutiny by Frank Tilsley.'-- Hal Erickson, Rovi



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Lewis Gilbert Alfie (1966)
'Alfie tells the story of a young womanizer (Michael Caine) who leads a self-centred life, purely for his own enjoyment, until events force him to question his uncaring behaviour and his loneliness. He cheats on numerous women, and despite his charm towards women, he treats them with disrespect and refers to them as "it", using them for sex and for domestic purposes. Alfie frequently breaks the fourth wall by speaking directly to the camera narrating and justifying his actions. His words often contrast with or totally contradict his actions. This was the first film to receive the "suggested for mature audiences" classification by the Motion Picture Association of America in the United States, which evolved into the modern PG rating.'-- collaged



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Jack Smight Kaleidoscope (1966)
'A kaleidoscope? That's a plaything you look into, as you look into a telescope, and see bits of colored glass or other objects within its range of observation fall into assorted symmetrical patterns as you rotate it. The optical effects are fascinating and amusing for a while—for as long as you care to be diverted by the pretty designs—nothing more. That might also serve as a description of the film called Kaleidoscope. What’s nice about the movie is that (1) Murray Melvin kicks ass, blowing holes in bad guys with sociopathic serenity, and (2) Warren Beatty is shown to be less effective at action movie stuff than the slender, wispy-haired poof. In its way, Kaleidoscope is one of the most progressive films of its time, because it casts a gay actor when it doesn’t need to, allows the audience to read him as gay, makes no comment about this, and has him do things which are markedly counter-stereotype — ultimately saving the hero and heroine from certain death.'-- collaged



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Desmond Davies Smashing Time (1967)
'Brought to our screens by Carlo Ponti, a man who had lent his production muscle to La Strada, Dr Zhivago and Blow Up in preceding years, Smashing Time is an aptly named if somewhat less high-minded motion picture that follows the fortunes of Rita Tushingham and Lynn Redgrave as Brenda and Yvonne, two naïve Bradford lasses who arrive in London in search of fame, fortune and scenes that a-swing like a pendulum do, but who swiftly find themselves lost in a wondrous dreamworld of high camp slapstick carnage, incorporating sleazy nightclubs, pop stardom, lecherous toffs, rampaging robots, ill-judged cat outfits, several marathon food fights and a Salvation Army preacher being run down by an out of control steamroller. Having moved to London under broadly similar circumstances myself a few years back, I can confirm that this is still a more or less accurate picture of life for the newcomer in our nation’s capital.'-- Breakfast in the Ruins



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John Frankenheimer The Fixer (1968)
'In The Fixer, Frankenheimer and Dalton Trumbo, the writer, have missed no opportunity to give us speeches telling us what is happening and what it all means. The victim (played with great sensitivity by Alan Bates) is not only a Christ figure, but even says he is. He makes a little speech to his guard about love and brotherhood. The representatives of the czar likewise make speeches about their own motives. The prisoner's bravery and heroism are liberally commented on. The significance of anti-Semitism in human affairs is analyzed. And at the end, we are given that terribly inappropriate little speech, just to make sure we didn't miss the point. It's a sort of mid-cult "Dragnet" conclusion, telling the audience how the case turned out. But what were needed were fewer self-conscious humanistic speeches, less articulate nobility, and more of the real experience.'-- Roger Ebert



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Bud Yorkin Start the Revolution Without Me (1970)
'It’s impossible to dislike any movie that starts with Orson Welles (at his Paul Masson wine-commercial most faux pretentious) lying his head off about a supposedly newly discovered historical event that could have prevented the French Revolution, only to sourly conclude that “men of integrity — and I may say of considerable resources — have made a film on the subject. It’s a color film, which I am not in.” That sets the tone for Start the Revolution Without Me, a 1970 film that has drifted into the realm of a cult classic (in other words, it lost money on its original release and was later discovered by rabid fans). The film tries — perhaps too hard — to maintain this same tone throughout its length as it sends up the novels of Alexandre Dumas, Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities and just about every swashbuckler you care to name (the credits are presented partly over scenes of John Barrymore in Don Juan). Presenting Gene Wilder and Donald Sutherland as two sets of twins — mismatched at birth by an addled doctor when a peasant woman and a noble woman go into labor simultaneously — Revolution gallops along at breakneck speed in a frenzied attempt to keep the viewer from noticing its shortcomings.'-- Ken Hanke, Mountain Xpress



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Ken Russell The Devils (1971)
'The Devils is a film that is both narratively and thematically complex. Russell wrote the film’s often quite brilliant screenplay, and he is dealing with weighty themes of faith, politics, sexuality, and the necessity of the separation of church and state. Now if that sounds dry, the director’s approach and style is anything but. The filmmaking is bombastic. Russell on top form could be a brilliant director, but no one has ever accused him of subtlety. Here he utilises a scores of filmmaking tricks, repetitive crash zooms, dream sequences, a shrieking atonal score, all to create a derangement of the senses building to a shocking crescendo of sexual abandonment and torture in the final act.'-- Fright Fest



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Peter Medak A Day in the Death of Joe Egg (1972)
'Adapted by Peter Nichols from his own play, A DAY IN THE DEATH OF JOE EGG is a British tragi-comedy that was directed by Peter Medak and originally released in May 1972, although it had been shot two years earlier. It stars Alan Bates, Janet Suzman, Peter Bowles, Sheila Gish, Joan Hickson and Elizabeth Robillard. It tells the story of Brian and Sheila, an ordinary middle-class couple who happen to have a daughter with cerebral palsy, a condition which has rendered her a vegetable. As you might expect, given its stage origins, it is a very theatrical film by which I mean wordy, non-naturalistic, and largely confined to one or two sets. It's also warm, funny, humane and ultimately very moving. I should also mention everyone's favourite oddball Murray Melvin, a favourite of the late great Ken Russell, who has a role as a doctor.'-- Cinema Delirium



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Stanley Kubrick Barry Lyndon (1975)
'The most persistent criticism of Stanley Kubrick was that he was a chilly filmmaker, one with little interest in, or feeling for, human beings. But Barry Lyndon challenges that view. For many, this is the only one of Kubrick's mature films with any kind of emotional charge and it's certainly the most sensual that this most clinical of filmmakers ever made. And yet, it is also the most detached film Kubrick made; the action is often simply posed, with relevant information relayed to us by an omniscient narrator, usually with scant regard for any dramatic niceties. How is it that so many people can find such a film so moving? The first thing to note is how ironic it is. Although Kubrick never stresses the humour, he's certainly aware of of the absurdities; the strutting figure of John Quinn, the English officer (Leonard Rossiter, quite the contrast to Ryan O'Neal) who steals Barry's first love or the bizarre Reverent Runt, chaplin to Lady Lyndon (played by that wonderful actor Murray Melvin), secretly in love with his mistress.'-- Film Club #8



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Peter Hunt Shout at the Devil (1976)
'Critic Richard Eder did not like the film much. He wrote, "The movie has too much plot. All that action, conducted by characters without character—except for Fleischer, whose childlike joy in hurting people is almost appealing—produces lethargy...the movie is a passable midget in absurdly long pants." PopMatters journalist J.C. Maçek III wrote "Shout at the Devil can be every bit as farcical as any of Roger Moore’s James Bond films, and Lee Marvin’s characterization of O’Flynn is every bit as absurdly fun as anything he did in Cat Ballou or Paint Your Wagon, but at the flip of an invisible switch both Shout at the Devil and its stars take a turn for the incredibly dark." Film critic Roger Ebert thought that "Shout at the Devil is a big, dumb, silly movie that's impossible to dislike. It's so cheerfully corny, so willing to involve its heroes in every possible predicament, that after a while we relax: This is the kind of movie they used to make, back when audiences were supposed to have the mentality of a 12-year-old. It's great to be 12 again."'-- collaged



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Christine Edzard Little Dorrit (1988)
'Little Dorrit is a six-hour epic in two parts, with 242 speaking roles, and yet it was crafted almost by hand. The director, Christine Edzard, and the co-producer, her husband, Richard Goodwin, live and work in a converted warehouse in London’s dockland. When they are not making films, they manufacture dollhouses. They built the sets for this film inside their warehouse, they sewed all of the costumes on premises, they used their dollhouse skills to build miniature models that are combined with special effects to create a backdrop of Victorian London. And to their studio by the side of the Thames, they lured such actors as Alec Guinness, Derek Jacobi, Cyril Cusack, Murray Melvin, and Joan Greenwood to appear in a film that was made mostly out of the love of Charles Dickens.'-- Roger Ebert



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Peter Medak The Krays (1990)
'There's an echo of Leopold and Loeb in the saga of the Kray brothers — symbiotic criminals who, in their twinship, found a horrific strength and power. Yet The Krays is far from a knockout gangster movie. Opting for an ''impressionistic'' approach, veteran director Peter Medak (The Ruling Class) mixes horror and garish comedy without really evoking the drama of the Krays' story. His absurdist touch works well in the scenes with the brothers and their blustery mum (Billie Whitelaw), to whom they're devoted; the two men are like latter-day versions of James Cagney's mother-fixated Cody Jarrett in White Heat. But we never get any sense of how the brothers build their empire, or of how the various supporting characters fit into their lives. Telling this story in a more straightforward fashion would have been far more satisfying. Still, the Kemps are something to see.'-- Entertainment Weekly



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Nick Willing Alice in Wonderland (1999)
'Alice in Wonderland is a television film first broadcast in 1999 on NBC and then shown on British television on Channel 4. It is based upon Lewis Carroll's books Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. Tina Majorino played the lead role of Alice, and a number of well-known performers portrayed the eccentric characters whom Alice meets during the course of the story, including Ben Kingsley, Ken Dodd, Martin Short, Whoopi Goldberg, Peter Ustinov, Murray Melvin, Christopher Lloyd, Gene Wilder, and Miranda Richardson. The film won four Emmy Awards in the categories of costume design, makeup, music composition, and visual effects.'-- collaged



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Joel Schumacher The Phantom of the Opera (2004)
'Not vulgar enough. Andrew Lloyd Webber's horror operetta looks expensive, but it's been filmed without decadent atmosphere or visual flow. Emmy Rossum has an unforced sweetness, but Gerard Butler, as the Phantom, sings like a Meat Loaf stuffed with too much garlic. The film takes everything that's wrong with Broadway and puts it on the big screen in a gaudy splat. The plot is impressively free of anything that does not smell of unpasteurized melodrama. Joel Schumacher's film adaptation of Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera combines fingernails-on-blackboard audio agony with bamboo-under-fingernails physical torture. Most audiences will either fall asleep or hit the cinema doors running.'-- collaged



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p.s. Hey. As always, sorry for the slow page load. ** Tosh Berman, Thanks a ton, Tosh! ** Nicki, Thanks. Ha ha, I'm sure there are innumerable queer theorists who would find the idea of queer theory being me a highly controversial opinion, but I'm touched. ** David Ehrenstein, Thank you kindly, sir. 'So lucky when actors have been born with a face that's already a performance': So true and beautiful. Thanks for the Leaud/'Out 1' link. Everyone, Mr. E. recommends this piece on the Senses of Cinema site called '“Thirteen Others Formed a Strange Crew”: Jean-Pierre Léaud’s Performance in Out 1 by Jacques Rivette', and so do I ** Keaton, The bow is all mine in your direction, man. Killer. 'Working too much to party': me too! Much love right back. ** Sypha, You haven't seen 'Barry Lyndon' or 'The Devils'? You really should. What was it about the subject matter that you found so grim and depressing? Well, that press is kind of famous for its weird slowness in some cases and weird high speed in others, no? I understand your frustration. Sorry, man. I hope they've come to their senses and will let you know soon. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff. Yeah, it was cool, right? ** Bill, You must know that 'coding these unspooling tentacle-y things' sounds like an unbelievably exciting activity to the likes of me. Yum. Yeah, the bunker scene went spectacularly. Hopefully when we shoot the control room framing scene tomorrow, our luck will follow suit. Have a lovely weekend. ** Kier, Hi, K! It does feel decadent, right? Weird. I hope the visit to your old job is the blast you anticipate it to be. Goats are cool. Their vocal cords are one of the true wonders of the world. What else are/were you up to this weekend? I hope it stays cool all around you. Temperature-wise. We're still rain rain rain here. ** _Black_Acrylic, Cos Ahment's work looks very curious and interesting.I don't know that work at all. I hope Art101 has de-stalled. Is it that your collaborator is overly busy with other stuff or what? Wow, coke. I haven't done coke in so long, and I still get these intensive little cravings that I seem to be able to successfully ignore. Coke can leave an emotional dump in its wake. Maybe that's a bit of it? I sure hope your trip to Leeds is a refresher and that whichever team you hope will win the WC wins. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron! Really good to see you, man! Here's heavily hoping the music video proposals get the warmest welcome. No, we'll be shooting our film until the first week of September. After the shoot tomorrow, we have a few weeks 'break' that will not really be a break since there's a ton to figure out and organize. I saw your email. Thanks! I'm excited to read it, probably after Sunday when I start to get a relative breather. Yeah, thanks for coming in, Aaron! ** Torn porter, Hi! Cool you saw that good production of 'AToH'. I forgot it was a play first. You're in Oakland now. Were the in-between travels fun? Where's Ratty? What exactly happens on Monday to make your film become the epitome of seriousness. Obviously, high five and hugs on the film thing from your filmmaking comrade. Things are great with me, really great. Oh, this is such a boring opinion, but I do think 'Twin Peaks' is probably the highest manifestation of the TV series form ever managed. So, yeah, I think it's genius. Talk to you too soon, I hope. ** HyeMin Kim, Yes, sad about On Kawara. There's a huge retrospective of his work opening and touring next year that I guess he was working on when he passed. ** Steevee, Hi, Steve. Really excellent interview and piece on 'Boyhood'. Kudos. ** Magick mike, Hi, Mike! Oh, man, I was so happy to read that you won the CCM thing. That's really exciting. That press is just insanely on fire these days, and it seems like a great and even best possible home for a book. Sweet about that show that Dean is in. Shit, wish I could be there. Benjamin Weissman is a genius, and a really, really great old friend. Let me pass along the stuff ... Everyone, the great Magick Mike aka author supreme Mike Kitchell popped in yesterday and alerted me to alert everyone within the sight of these words who happens to be within the massive confines of the Los Angeles area that there's an art exhibition opening tonight at Marc Selwyn Gallery featuring work by the artist who also happens to be Mike's squeeze, Dean Smith, as well as the ultra-great writer/artist Benjamin Weissman and the artist Nancy Grossman. It's from 6 to 8 pm, and he and I most highly recommend that you hit the opening, if you can, and, at the very least, see the show while it's up. Go here to the Marc Selwyn site for the gallery's address, etc. Have huge fun, Mike. Congrats to Dean! Say hi to Benjamin for me if you feel like it. Take care, maestro. ** Okay. This weekend is Goth Night here at DC's. Indulge, please. See you on Monday.

4 books I read recently & loved: 100% Civil Coping Mechanisms edition: Cameron Pierce & Michael Seidlinger, eds. 40 Likely to Die Before 40: An Introduction to Alt Lit, Andrew Duncan Worthington Walls, Robert Vaughan Addicts & Basements, Edward J Rathke Noir: A Love Story

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Cameron Pierce & Michael Seidlinger, ed. 40 Likely to Die Before 40
Civil Coping Mechanisms

"Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because by that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the description of it is classical."-- Gertrude Stein

"One hundred years from now everyone in this anthology will be dead. According to Stein that means Alt Lit will finally be considered ‘classic.’"-- Christopher Higgs

Featuring work by Sam Pink (1.), Chelsea Martin (2.), Megan Boyle (3.), Beach Sloth (4.), Diana Salier (5.), Guillaume Morissette (6.), Jordan Castro (7.), Gabby Bess (8.), Alexander J Allison (9.), Janey Smith (10.), Michael Heald (11.), Juliet Escoria (12.), Jereme Dean (13.), Noah Cicero (14.), Mike Bushnell (15.), Tara Wray (16.), Spencer Madsen (17.), Laura Marie Marciano (18.), Jackson Nieuwland (19.), Carolyn DeCarlo (20.), Heiko Julien (21.), Stephen Tully Dierks (22.), Lucy Tiven (23.), Timothy Willis Sanders (24.), Ana Carrete (25.), Chris Dankland (26.), Oscar Schwartz (27.), Steve Roggenbuck (28.), Luna Miguel (29.), Crispin Best (30.), Lucy K Shaw (31.), Andrew Duncan Worthington (32.), Frank Hinton (33.), Sarah Jean Alexander (34.), Willis Plummer (35.), Keegan Crawford (36.), Richard Chiem (37.), Tao Lin (38.), Mira Gonzalez (39.), and Scott McClanahan (40.)

Also included—“Poetry and the Image Macro” by Michael Hessel-Miel and an Afterword by Christopher Higgs.


Excerpts
from Alt Lit Gossip


Frank couldn’t remember the time of day. This was a period of minimal responsibility, marked by the ability to sleep and roam at will. Her ultimate goal in the last months had been to achieve a kind of life wherein the cycle of waking by day and sleeping by night was broken down into meaningless, unstructured scenes. This, coupled with her lack of debt, was freedom. She peered through the window and ascertained it was some part of the early afternoon. She opened the bathroom door and paced the hallways on her phone. She scrolled through a series of Facebook photos, semi-consciously judging her friends and their activities, noting and cataloguing each of their physical weaknesses against her own. Every flaw was a necessary compartment in her mental arrangement of the universe. Although she presumed herself to be something of a “good” person, her vast array of judgments about other’s physical and mental states (mostly negative) seemed to buoy this air of confidence she had. Her ability to judge others, collect their flaws and arrange them delicately within her world concept had increased a thousand-fold since the inception of her Facebook account.

Frank Hinton



Both of my feet are cold through the shitty boots I’m wearing and I like the way the snow is coming down more now; there is maybe a few inches on the sidewalk area.

I imagine a man coming out of an alley and stabbing me a number of times until I die.

Face-down, mouth-open in the snow.

What would that change about me.

Would I love it.

Would I think that the stabbing was painful and that I didn’t like it.

Does it actually hurt or is it great.

I see my killer being given a wreath and a box of candy by the mayor of Chicago at some kind of ceremony (a ceremony for killing me, you see).

And people are cheering for him.

I see myself stab-holed and crawling out of an alley to joining the periphery of the celebration.

Then I hold one hand over the stab wounds and with the other hand I give the thumbs-up sign to my killer as he accepts the wreath from the mayor.

Sam Pink



One night when we were drunk and failing at buying drugs from somebody in another part of Brooklyn, we lay down together in the park and looked up, because they were there, at the stars. We didn’t know anything else about stars, besides the same things that everyone knows. Orion’s Belt. The Big Dipper. Ursa Major. Ursa Minor. And we were in New York anyway, so we could see only a handful of them, and very faintly. But it was quiet and we were alone, and there was something comforting about being in close proximity to him, because he seemed to have a similar kind of sadness to the one that I had.

Lucy K Shaw



I remember the junkies. The way their words seemed to slide from their slanted mouths, slimy and slurred or coughed up and short. The way their legs bounced anxiously as they waited—always waited—for Jason to come through with Opana or oxy or heroin or whatever they could find that day. The way their zombie-like eyes shone through eyelids like slits, pupils small as pins. The way they scratched their skin obsessively, like there was something underneath it.

The way I too eventually spoke from the side of my mouth, tapped my foot to that haunting, inaudible rhythm, hung pictures of past with the pins of my eyeballs, scratched unendingly at that incessant, incurable itch.

Jordan Castro



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Megan Lent: I just skimmed through a bunch of your stories (some I’d read before, some I hadn’t, they were what Google gave me), and you mentioned New York a few times, and Nancy Drew twice. Also, you wrote in one story that you “hate ice cream sundaes.” Why are New York and Nancy Drew important? And what did ice cream sundaes ever do to you?

Andrew Duncan Worthington: My sister read Nancy Drew when I was a kid. I read the Hardy Boys. I think I mention Nancy Drew because it is something that has always been close to me but which I have never read/understood.

The significance of New York is that I live in New York. I went to 3 years of college upstate at Bard, then I lived in Bed-Stuy for a year, and for the past year I have lived in Harlem. I like to juxtapose Ohio (where I’m from) and New York in my writing a lot. Some might call it played out but I like to call it a rich tradition.

Ice cream sundaes are okay. I think when I wrote the line “hate ice cream,” I was having a weird thought about the ice cream shop near my house growing up. It used to get held up all the time. I think I was thinking that what if those people who robbed it weren’t robbing it because they wanted the money but because they hated ice cream. I thought that was poignant and funny.

ML: Physicists have proved that a “god particle” exists. This happened recently. Is this sad or is this beautiful? Do you like science? What was Galileo like in bed, do you think?

ADW: I didn’t bother to google “god particle” because I don’t care. Even if there was a god, I know it wouldn’t give a shit about me.

Galileo was probably a monster in bed, because he was under house arrest forever, so he probably had a bunch of stored up desire or was sexually desperate or something. Other sexually desperate people would walk past his house and the guards outside would point inside and say, “Fuck that guy.”

ML: You are the useless red piece in Tetris. Tell me all about your sad digital life.

ADW: I am not sad, I am just to easily able to be sad, because if someone turns me on I know I am here, but if someone turns me off then I don’t that.








Andrew Duncan Worthington Walls
Civil Coping Mechanisms

'This is the debut of a major new talent. Straightforwardly brilliant writing. This book is so honest, so American, so true to what it is like to be young in America today. At moments Worthington reminds me of Fitzgerald, at other times of Salinger, and then, at other times, of Beckett. One more big name: If Knut Hamsun were a young American writing Hunger today, this is the book he would write. The subjectivity of the contemporary experience of our crazy, drug, text and PlayStation-fueled culture is perfectly described. ‘I had been out of the mental ward for almost six months. My goal was to return to college down in Athens…’. If Worthington can continue to write as well as he does in this novel, he will be one of the greats of the start of the twenty-first century.'-- Clancy Martin

'Andrew Duncan Worthington’s debut novel, Walls, is a book about jobs and boredom, Playstation and needing to poop, daydreaming and girls, planes that never leave the tarmac and Ohio. This book will make you feel like you’re stranded in Ohio and you can’t get away. Of course, it might be that you don’t want to leave. It has a strong attraction, a strong pull. Walls is a strong-ass book.'-- Scott McClanahan

'Noah Cicero, Jordan Castro, Andrew Worthington, me: What do we have in common? We’re all from Ohio. We all smoke cigarettes; one of us has the outline of Ohio tattooed on our neck. Rt. 8, Applebee’s, the Browns, Bud Light, Coors Light, hallucinogens, throwing snowballs at trains while high on shrooms, Best Buy, Target, Marlboro Reds, Camel Blues, the Cuyahoga… this is a novel about Ohio, and to a lesser extent, Taco Bell. Also NYC and Kent State and mental hospitals and CNN and Iraq… if you’re not sold by now: Fuck you.' -- Elizabeth Ellen


Excerpt
from Vice

I spent most of the time during that week thinking about those things. We split into groups to follow one of the instructors on hikes, and when Julia wasn't in my group I waited at the intersections of trails hoping to glimpse her baby-blue jacket. I sat in my top bunk in the camping lodge, slowly humping the mattress. I had seen it in the movies. Wet patches showed up on my underwear. I noticed in the morning, but I was too tired to care, because I hadn’t fallen asleep until two hours before.

Most of the guys wanted Samantha Terry, as I had expected from the start. Initially I was intrigued to hear them vocalize it in a really roundabout way, through games of truth-or-dare and other recess excuses for gossip and disclosure, although eventually I became annoyed for the same reason. It was also almost exclusively guys who announced their likes. Brian, the most talented basketball player and the presumed prince of our grade, had pronounced his like for Samantha Terry, the presumed princess of our grade. Unfortunately, his best friend, Kyle, had the same crush, and he decided to announce it soon after Brian. I offered what I considered to be risky hints about Julia Darrows, but everyone was so lost in their dawning pubescent terror that what I considered a big deal didn’t even register for them.

They had us play a game every day during free time. It was called scouting. It was like hide-and-go-seek, except that the seeker had to stand in one place, and the hiders could only hide in a certain area. Most of us hid behind trees, and the goal was to sit still and not be seen. I don’t know how any of us lost. CVEES was the week that we learned more than ever before about nature: our own nature. None of us went home that week feeling that we had gotten what we wanted.

In the weeks after CVEES, I began writing my first journal. At first, it consisted mostly of inane lists, and poems inspired by Will Smith. Eventually, I dedicated a page in my journal to Julia Darrow. I titled it “The Julia Page.” It was actually three and a half pages long. I wrote about my previous likes, including one to our fourth-grade teacher the year before, as well as a detailed history of my thoughts on Julia. It restated much of what I have already said, but as I saw those thoughts on the page—“The Julia Page”—they stopped bouncing around my skull. I kept the journal under my mattress, but I knew I would let someone see it. I showed it to Nicole Delmedico, who worked the same crossing-guard shift that I did, and whom I considered to be a close, nonsexual friend. I approached her locker, where she was putting on her crossing guard uniform.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It is something I wrote,” I said, “I would just like to hear what you think about it.”

“OK…”

She stood there reading it. She didn’t make a facial expression the entire time. She seemed to be concentrating. I wanted her to smile or frown or raise her eyebrows or grunt a laugh, I didn’t care which, but I couldn’t stand the blankness. When she finished she folded the pages and held them at her side.

“This is crazy,” she said, and she placed the pages in her hoodie pocket.

“Give it back.”

“No.”

“What are you doing?”

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'Robert Vaughan explores addictions and the dark crannies of basements in his collection, Addicts & Basements, which assembles a variety of his works from flash fiction to poetry. There’s a disturbing symmetry in the obsessive nature of the characters, each piece a syringe of distorted desire injected directly into the nerves of the brain to disrupt synaptic cohesion. Vaughan’s words act as amphetamines and depressants, a lyrical brand of verbal inhalants that capture moments, or as in the story, “Fallout,” a man “hopes to capture their essence (seed pods), as if by shooting them, freezing them frame by frame, he might see his own life oozing before him, undulating like festering wounds.” Many of the stories feature a wound, analyzed, inspected, then ripped back open. The opening story, “The Femur,” is about a strange collection of artifacts the narrator has garnered, from pubic hair given by an ex-girlfriend, to his grandfather’s titular femur. Through the recounting of his history, the femur becomes an anchor and a focal point around which his life is chained. Even as an external joint, he depends on it like a crutch, a thigh enabling locomotion: “Through the years, and multiple moves later, I’d grown attached. It was as if we shared bone. Cartilage. Nerves. Connective tissues.” His addiction is sewed into his muscles and he’d suffer an abasia without it, explaining, in part, his resistance to his wife’s attempts to get rid of it. ...

'Miscommunication and misunderstanding can be another addiction, an albatross dictating the invisible creeds we often cling to. Age, time, desire, lust, and a cacophony of suppressed urges are intimated at in, “The Lost and Erasable Parts of Us: “My identity tied up in a bottle. I craved my smell back, my decency, my shameless will. I grew gills, slithered up the stairs, fettered away, toward some desert city, in undulating waves.” When identity is so intertwined with a bottle, an addiction, or a basement, it’s easy to get lost. In Vaughan’s symphony, those weaknesses are a path back to self-discovery, a melody, however distorted, to guide listeners up into revelation. This isn’t a AAA meeting though as addictions lead to other addictions and there’s no permanent egress, only leaps into oblivion. I’m a Robert Vaughan junkie now. You can find me drowning in his basement.'-- Peter Tieryas Liu, Entropy








Robert Vaughan Addicts & Basements
Civil Coping Mechanism

'Drawing its energy from society’s underbelly—the dim corner booths of bars, the stalls of public bathrooms, the thickets of unkempt parks—Vaughan’s book is part prose poem, part fractured sonnet, part Whitmanian love-cry. 'What were your last thoughts, Ophelia? Were / you loved enough? Will I ever know when I am?' When this poet speaks, we are compelled by the plaintive urgency of eros in his voice. On the edge of a low-lit Interstate highway somewhere between Los Angeles and New York City, Addicts & Basements yawps and pivots and veers, praising its own wreckage.'-- Dorianne Laux

'Robert Vaughan’s poems are peopled with painfully human characters, depicted with an unnerving authenticity and irreverent compassion. In ‘Turkey Town,’ a young man working a wedding banquet sneaks out back when the father-of-the-bride dance begins because he misses his own father: 'The cold hurt my lungs, made it hard to breathe.' In ‘The Patio,’ patrons are ‘sucking down margaritas’ and ‘gnawing chips’ at an outdoor restaurant when there’s a car crash and they become witnesses to the scene. In ‘Bonus Question,’ a woman calls into a late-night radio quiz, but instead of giving an answer, she asks, 'Will you love me?' The deejay is unmoved, but the poet says: 'Somewhere, lying in the darkness … someone who has never seen her face whispers yes.' These are poems to break your heart, but Robert Vaughan is always whispering ‘yes.’'-- Ellen Bass


Excerpt

The Femur

When my ex Fed-Exed me a small box of her pubic hairs it ranked right up there among the strangest things I’d ever received in the mail. But the oddest was my grandfather’s femur. I was away at college when he passed. Shoved in front of a train by his third wife while visiting Berlin. My mother’s theory.

Then Dad decided to send along the package. When I opened it, I wasn’t quite certain if it was a joke. No note, no return address. Just the bone, suspended and fused inside a rectangular plastic frame, like a tarantula my kid sister had. I placed it on my dorm room closet shelf.



Robert Vaughan reads "The Dead Woman" by Pablo Neruda


Robert Vaughan reads "Sun Bear" by Matthew Zapruder


Robert Vaughan reads "Woman in a Bar" by Dorianne Laux




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Janice Lee: What’s your real name?

Edward J Rathke: I used to hate my real name. I used to hate it so much. I hated the way it looked on paper and I hated the way it sounded, rolling round my ear, those two stupid hard consonants just a few letters apart. I’ve made a thousand names for myself over the years and most of them nothing like mine. I lived in worlds that only existed inside my head and I made me new. For a long time I hated my face too and I avoided mirrors like they were plagued and I stopped remembering properly what I look like, and this problem persists. The person I see with my name when I close my eyes isn’t the one who smiles back in the mirror. Even my dreams stopped being about this name and this body. I became other men and other women and I dreamt in their bodies, with their names.

Now I’m comfortable with the name I was given so long ago: edward j rathke. I even have a supervillain name ready for whenever I fracture apart and try to take the world apart: Wrath Key.

But is edward j rathke the best at answering these questions? Probably not. He’s a very silly human, though he sort of writes the opposite of silly books. Sometimes he wishes his novels had more silliness, way more zaniness, but we suppose writing is where those heavier parts of him go so that he can go on living silly, lightly, while we write on, Deathly.

JL: What’s the story you always tell? What’s the story you’ll never tell?

EJR: I don’t know if there’s a story I’m always telling people. Probably there is, but the ones I feel like people are always asking me about are the ones where I almost died. Like the time I took a 60 foot freefall onto rocks or the time my appendix exploded while I was in Korea and I spent a week in a hospital where no one spoke English. Most of my stories involve me being lost and making bad decisions.

There are so many stories I’ll never tell but not because of fear or shame or regret. There are memories that are sacred to me. In many ways they’re all we have as humans. Our life is just a collection of memories, and memory is largely a creative process of stitching together misremembered moments. When you share a memory, it stops being yours. So when you speak your memory into new ears, that memory becomes theirs, and in that transference, the memory changes twice [first by making it into words and then again by the person hearing those sounds, stitching it to the fabric of their life] and becomes something new. If they share that memory, it again transforms, and so when your memory is shared with others, it stops being yours and becomes something wholly different than who you are, which is a body housing memories. And so I keep the best ones inside and I share them with no one. Not even in my fiction, and definitely not in interviews like this.

Most of them are about love. Those howling bits of time, fraying, hoping.

And maybe Noir: A Love Story is both. It’s full of the story I’m always telling—the unknowable humanity, the howling ache chasming between us, the sublime perfection of existence, the beauty of its ending—and the ones I’ll never tell. All those stories I’ll never tell, those are the ones at the center of Noir: A Love Story. I’ve given you the impressions of lives but told you nothing about what they mean to the people who lived them, and so the reader decides and discovers. In that discovery, they’ll probably find the many mes that I’ve been all these years.








Edward J Rathke Noir: A Love Story
Civil Coping Mechanisms

'In this novel of desire and doom, with its collision of voices and a femme fatale who dresses in the dreams of everyone around her, Rathke is the best kind of possessed writer—the kind who has the courage of his possession, whose exorcised words exist in defiance of their author.'-- Steve Erickson, author of Zeroville




Excerpt

Tom and Jerry were up all night but those aren’t really their names. Gomez had this huge party and just about everyone was invited, even Tom and Jerry. Tom and Jerry on account of one being tall and blue and the other being short and brown, blue as in sad and brown as in color, get me? Well, Gomez has this big old shindig and the whole town’s ready to show up and I think they all did.

It was to celebrate something, his daughter’s nuptials or something. Lots of champagne, anyhow. Big tents that filled the whole meadow, that one north of town where all the kids usually play till they’re too old to play but too young to drink, legally, anyway.

Yeah, I spent a lot of time in that meadow growing up. We all did. Everyone does. Nowhere else to go, if you want to know the truth. The town’s always had a lot of kids around and that’s the way we like it, little buggers running round and everyone kind of raising them together. I guess you could call it a commune in that regard. Everyone’s kids are everyone’s kids, but, no, our wives are our wives. We’re close, but not that close. Maybe some get by being less selfish, but there’s only so much a man can take. Anyhow, we all spent years down there playing tag, cops and robbers, dungeon, you name it. There’s this ancient Tree there, older than the town, older than the country. It’s about a hundred feet around if it’s an inch and it reaches up to the sky and cradles the clouds, the moon, and sometimes even the sun. People here, the old natives that we cast away and tortured in concentration camps, purebreds, they talked about that Tree as if the entire planet depended on it. If it falls or dies, the sky’s gonna come crashing down. It’s the last of an ancient breed, they say, used to have brothers and sisters in every corner of the globe, but the europeans, as is their way, burned them all down and made them into houses or forts and castles that barely last a millennium. They chopped down eternity just to leave ruins. Waste is all they know, all they’ve ever known, all they’ll likely ever learn. Me, yeah, I got some of both sides, the indigenous and the invader, the purebred and the Puritan. Sometimes, in my drunken revelries, I imagine my great grandparents met that way, she being tortured, him lashing the whip or cranking the crank, and she gives him this look and he realized that he lost, that she won, and that he loves her, will love her till he dies, whether as a traitor or hero, depending on the side he chose.

No one ever told me the story to that tale, but I imagine it was much simpler and less deranged. This place never had any of that, anyway. It was kept safe from the invasion and natives from all over the country found their way here. A kind of haven for the forgotten age. We’re surrounded by forest here but we have that big old meadow with MotherTree. Everything’s made from wood and we ask before we take and we only take what we need from the forest. We exist because of it, not the other way around. It keeps this place alive and has allowed us to remain unchanged for all this time. So, no, never had the kind of torture and all that that I sometimes imagine romantically. That’s a joke, you know? Even still, I am the King of the Mestizos.

The party, yeah, I went and it really was something else. Fireworks, drinks, gymnasts, dancers, bright colors and all that. The meadow was transformed from a grave for fireflies into this heaven of life and love and love of life. So many colors, so many faces, some masqueraded, some black tie and others just wandered in from work, from the nightshift because it really did last all night and half the next day. We don’t usually have occasion to act that way and many took exception because of it, drinking too much, eating too much, certain indecencies in the corners of the woods, other indecencies beneath the glow of the moon and the boughs of MotherTree. Such revelry, such excess.

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Twilight of the Wolves--First Reading


Twilight of the Wolves - Dying Wolves


Twilight of the Wolves--Xhal and Sao




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p.s. Hey. ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh,         !                    !                xo  ** Kyler, Hi. Oh, is that right? Interesting. Awesome and congrats about your book selling out over at Amazon. Sweet! Oh, I think the reason you're flying is your very own doing, man. I'm just one of the many who are directing their breath upwards. ** David Ehrenstein, Ah, true, and probably one of the explanations for goth's impressive stamina. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Oh, I actually watched that 2 hour video when I was putting the post together. I like how endless and confident it is about its own fascination. Well, yeah, Germany pulled it off. Oh, I don't about my 'anyone but ... ' thing. I was for Netherlands basically because the time in my life when I was most into soccer/football was when I lived in Amsterdam and would go see Ajax games a lot, and the Dutch really, really don't like Germany. So it's probably that, and I just don't like Germany's footbal-playing style for some reason. ** Nicki, Hi. Ha, on your plus one. You're a disgusting human being? Cool. Is the semi-colon part of the genre's givens or rules or whatever? Would abandoning it make your stuff seem uncool or something? Oh, wait, you say they're power-ups. That's interesting. I'm weird in that whenever I reach a semi-colon, I get stuck there. It messes up my internal rhythm. They're like potholes or something. I'm going to try to see them as, like, gas stations instead or something and see what happens. ** Sypha, Nice personal goth history story there, James. Hm, I guess I can see why that premise would feel grim to you, but, at the same time, all the more reason to go for it? But I say that as someone who has always not wanted to write autobiographical fiction who is currently trying to write a mostly autobiographical novel for the first time in my life. ** HyeMin Kim, Hi. It kind of is, yeah, I agree. Precious, I mean. My mind is pretty cut-up too, if the p.s. isn't already making that state of affairs crystal clear. It's a weird sensation. Not bad, but only if it's not forever. Ha ha, those dolls don't look at all like the writers they hope to resemble, I don't think. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. Yeah, I look forward to your script. To reading it, I mean. Life gets slightly less crazy, or rather differently crazy and more home-oriented starting on Wednesday for a bit. I read about The Freaks. I thought of doing a supplementary post about that. Maybe I will. Huh. Thank you, man. ** Bill, Hi, B. Peter Murphy has a new one? And it's good? I never much liked Bauhaus for some reason. I don't know why. Probably something to do with the way they were introduced to me that I don't remember but whose resonance lingers for some reason. I liked 'OLLA' best of recent Jarmusch too. I did really like 'Broken Flowers'. Mostly for the sublimity created in it by Bill Murray. The fiddly parts are such a double edged sword. ** Steevee, Hi, I'll go read that article the first chance I get. Everyone, Steevee recommends an interesting discussion about what it means to be an independent filmmaker, between Alex Ross Perry and Joel Potrykus. I did listen to a sample from the James Blackshaw album. I liked it, although not enough to listen further or score it. I'll try it again. ** Kier, Hi! Oh, that's interesting, yeah, I would totally feel the same way if I was a visual artist. Strange. You should get that photo framed. Take it from someone who would share your antipathy were I more adept at making things that looked like more than just boring looking paragraphs. Congrats about the heat. We here remain in the endless rain-clouds-rain loop. Alpacas can live in Norway? Oh, wait, yeah, that makes sense. My weekend was mostly all film stuff. On Saturday we set up the set for the filming on Sunday, and on Sunday we filmed from early morning until dark. It went really, really well though. Otherwise, I saw my nephew a little. Bad timing on his visit 'cos I'm not getting to see him all that much. ** Misanthrope, Hey, bud. I'm writing a book that's kind of about a writer since I'm a writer and it's about me. Oops. I haven't been as busy with my nephew as I would have liked 'cos the timing of his visit sucks, but he's been busy with Paris at least. Okay, about your questions about the filming. I'll answer them in order, so consult your questions list for clarification. It's been more and better than I expected. What's come up that wasn't expected is needing to revise and rewrite and relocate and etc. the film at the last minute and in the moment a fair amount of the time due to things beyond our control, but I've really liked having to do that, and all of the changes have made the film better so far. There have definitely been frustrations with how our low budget prevents us from doing some of thing things we really want to do, and there have been frustrations with one person we work with who does their job well most of the time but is a real pain in the ass to deal with some of the time. No, I think I've loved everything about making the film so far. Sure, more money would have been a real help, but I'm very, very happy with everything we've done. It's exhausting but it's really invigorating too, and they balance out. Mm, well, it's been completely different from writing a novel, and it's pretty different from making theater, although there is more of a relationship there. Well, I guess it's the permanence of it, that what we film is what we have to work with and there can't be more shooting afterwards if we realize something's missing. That's really interesting. Thanks for asking, man. Don't think the World Cup win is going to revive the old Germany, no. ** Rewritedept, Hi. Nice weekend there. Don't know about those movies, though. Filming went incredibly well. Best scene yet. Well, everyone involved in the film goes away on vacation for two weeks except for me, which means I basically have to a ton of work and do all the arranging and preparing on my own except for email consultation should any of my collaborators decide to be kind and interact with me while they're away, so I'm not actually getting a break from the work at all. We just won't be actually filming again for about a month. It's been big fun to see my nephew, sure, but, like I said multiply up above, I've been too busy to see him as much as I would have liked. ** Okay. Happy Bastille Day! There are the latest batch of books I've read and loved, all from the mighty press CCM. Fish around in the post and find some great reading material, if you like. See you tomorrow.

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Merci! Muriel Spark essays, interesting. ** Michael J Seidlinger , Hi, Michael! So cool of you to come in here. Listen, thank you so much! You guys are doing such incredible, nonstop work, and I'm boggled and blown away. I hope everything's great with you! ** Nicki, Hi. They are all really something. CCM has become one of those presses where every book they publish is a guaranteed knock out. Ha ha, whoa. I'm not in your demographic? Oh, I don't know. My all over the place-ness is kind of weird, or not. Two VK mentions, cool. Been a while. I've only ever seen two 'Mad Men' episodes, so I'm fallen out of his loop. ** Kier, Hi, K! Every single one of those photos is immensely frame-able, so you can't lose, and, yeah, I don't find the noose depressing, but I like things that want to make me depressed, I guess. Yeah, the film goes really good. I'm excited for you to see it too! Next year sometime, hopefully. The image my mind made of you bashing the branches with a plastic tube is a heady, nice one. I love plastic tubes. Who doesn't, though, I guess. Or maybe they're not a common affection magnet? No, they must be. Thanks, K-ster! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. By the end of summer! That's not bad at all! Cool, B., that's a really heartening update right there. ** Kyler, Words and me are like soup and sandwich? ** HyeMin Kim, The Rathke is a very good novel, yes. Oh, I liked the dolls. I liked the discrepancies in the looks, actually. And I would think that must be the first Ashbery action figure, which is cool. Wow, you thinking of getting me/us the emerald is wonderful, but, yeah, you shouldn't spend so much money, and you should save it for yourself. It's beautiful and I'm very touched.  We haven't started looking a wolf yet. We're still finishing the last scene. The wolf is for the next scene, and I have to start investigating the possibility this week.  Speaking of money, the wolf is an extravagance, so it's probably going to get cut from the scene unless I can find a generous wolf handler. That's our goal.  ** Steevee, Hi. I read a couple of Tagore books a long time ago. I remember them being obviously great but not exactly my thing or something. I'd be interested to see the doc on him. ** Misanthrope, The WC win was worth it just to experience your jokester turn to the semi-dark side. That was pretty awful joke though, ha ha. Uh, no, Cody came here with his mom (my sister) and his dad (my sis's husband) about six years ago, but this is his first solo trip. Today he heads off for Barcelona then Lisbon then somewhere in India. ** Sypha, Pity isn't so rich a literary vein, it's true. Interesting line to try to walk, but it's a hard one to control. Yeah, I've read 'The Street of Crocodiles' and 'Santorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass'. 'Crocodiles' is great, of course, and the other one is excellent although maybe not as excellent as its title. Yeah, I'm really sorry about the sudden and unexplained ending of your friendship. I hope you get an explanation at some not so distant point if not even an unexpected revival. ** Rewritedept, The Vaughn book is very nice. Cool about the new twist. It wasn't a day-off. We had to break down the set from the shooting on Sunday and other stuff. But it was productive. Yeah, I don't think my stuff is 'cool' in a way that would make journalists lump me there unless they were trying to be 'cool'. ** Bill, Hi, B. I only took a piece of the day off. Used it to go around Paris to various patisseries with my nephew, most of which were closed for Bastille Day. Then he bought Zac and me an Indian dinner. That was the off part. It was nice. That was a cool scene in the Jarmusch, mores now when I graft you onto her. Huh. ** Okay. Middle of the month means escorts, naturally. And there they are. What else? Oh, you're likely to get a rerun post or two this week as I scramble to catch up on my post making, and apologies for that. Everything should be consistently new again by next week.  Otherwise, see you tomorrow.

Chilly Jay Chill presents ... DC’s EXCLUSIVE: MATT TURNER: 11 POEMS

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A while back, Matt Turner shared a manuscript of his poems and I was knocked out by his offhand mastery of form, elegant compression of language, and the subtle web of interconnections that he wove over the course of the collection. It was hard to believe his poems weren’t better known and widely published. Matt has kindly put together a suite of 11 new poems to share exclusively with DC’s readers. These pieces showcase his fresh voice and experiences in China, and echo off each other in interesting ways. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I have.
-Jeff Jackson

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BED THOUGHTS

Useless trees.
White
airplane
velocity.
Stones. White
faces.
Prairie dogg-
ing. Trains
slower than
tractors.



DREAM OF ASCENDING THE TEMPLE OF HEAVEN

The President watches the city at play.
The stores of houses.
There's no Bus City. I’ve never heard of a Merchant City,
but the President's advisors climb the Temple of Heaven.
The Vice Premier creaks in the black dust,
the enemy, and the air cinches the pupil in his small eye.
His large eye is open.
Of course not large enough to see,
the dream eye looks around and sees it's across town
from the Temple of Heaven. But if the standing committee had known this,
their warnings would have been - muffled. Why say this?
The Temple is full of PA apparatus. The standing committee is
blocked - they're instruments the speakers aren't. And the speakers
also say the ascent is an expedition and play along.






EULOGIES

RUINS
use a paragraph
strike any sticky words that hold the sense together
form new lines from the remains of the old sentences


DEBRIS IN THE SHADOW
first person writes a sentence
second person writes a second sentence that includes the words in the first person's sentence, but has double the amount of words
first or third person writes a new sentence, and the second or first person writes a sentence that includes the previous sentence's words, but with double the amount of words
second or first person writes a new sentence, and the third or second person writes a sentence that includes the previous sentence's words, but with double the amount of words (three couplets total)


HIDDEN MOVEMENTS
use or describe an action sequence
remove all verbs
organize according to sense



A SORT OF SONG

"There is no sunlight
We sleep in the bed
No one lives here
No one holds lease
And stays here
We sleep on the ground
Run through fire
We run on spleen
Lips wet, ha!
These lips are wet
No effort to conceal ourselves
We beg and wander loosely
I cry at the midnight sun one time only!
The sun is in the west
The sun's fire is only mine
I put on my pelt, my skin
I will not describe any more times
I will not fix your fence
I will run it through
You should close your lids
We are your burning dogs
You will be chilled at the end
Your ears will be stopped
This idea is hatched
Who does not woo his double?”





MISCELLANIES

This is true: when spring comes, even the cold corners and moldy walls of the subway station, missing tiles, look as if they’ve finally, after a time of stagnation, become green themselves — but it is the case.

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This describes the scene, otherwise it was nothing: The oil-black floor has a reflection of the woman moving backwards across it, her back bare of her shirt, her shirt falling onto the floor, merging with its black reflection.

*

Some say we should enjoy the rain, and our soaked boots. I don’t have an opinion on it.

*

If I saw the flowers rotting on the sidewalk, it was a mistake. Neither did they fall to the ground.

*

The autumn sunlight in the alley is my subject. I went inside and waited to take a picture. When I walked back downstairs the sun had moved and the picture was no good. I didn’t have a camera anyway, so no picture could have been captured - only the form of an “indeterminate image” (Lu Xun).

*

Put it to bed: the petty interest in the athletic center in the China University of Petroleum, Changping campus. The sloped metal roof looks like an open zipper or an unstitched seam. A concrete cylinder props it up, and from below I look up.

*

Set topic: they all came to take photos, and then lunch under the cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. But the seasons turn on a pivot like the film roll.

*

He believed in the Great Community (大同), and so the “Indologist” Ji Xianlin wore workers’ clothes out of modesty.

*





INSPIRED BY BRUCE NAUMAN

You wrote Body Pressure
Do you want to hide in
the street from them (
palms in or out,
left or right cheek)

(Since I bought it
at that
barber shop we passed
from the bakery
to our apartment
to make coffee.)

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The scene is - well
it’s in Zhejiang no I
haven’t been there
press
very hard and concentrate.

Nothing here to be dug up in a dig
may as well be an       +on newspaper this
article look it up
press down.

*

If I buy a
window - no,
don’t look now,
you really hate to see this.

Why don’t we deposit
at the bank, why not,
fold it in the envelope
kiss the money hello.

“Pry it out of my cold dead
hands and don’t bother with
looking in
the paper even though it’s

odd we need a plane to get there
(so much excitement)
rock hard
scurry off to the
platform where arrival

*

(the image
of pressing
very hard)
◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎◻︎
(1974)

So, Bruce, it is,
in general,
easy to say it,
hidden in
plain view.

(Run away.)
Into the iron house.
Do you see it? Funny
the width of
the wall is still there.
Funny
it vanishes;
no wall.

*

It’s raining
dogs and cats up here on
top of the mountain
and the mudslides pick up
the neighbor knocks

I read in the Hanfei that
the fool, A_____
pulls yr hair
takes boat to

*

(not able to touch with
my back, sagging
can’t exert this
back of yours
pressed together

here is the mark on
the wall, blame,
predict it as it
comes, the price
is rent.

After opening up your practice, you
called
but consider
body hair, per-

speration, odors
(smells). Every door can
be shut in the same manner that
the wood hammered            +here “emblazoned”
to a crisp, all.

This may be said
to pose an exercise that
may be repeated over and over,
lionized
53rd & 3rd
is a place.

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TOURS

There’s little that’s out of place
or everything is out of place
in a photo of Pennsylvania that
shows football practice       foreground
shows chimneys

Sometimes communism
depends, is it I against I or not
it’s incorrect what Oppen said
that after Williams there are so many
fakes slack off

isn’t that what we’re all doing
           claims what’s going on
but the view
The craft of joinery:
there are contradictions like cutting yr thumb off
When you are trying to save time
get sloppy & don’t have SawStop
we’re all animals



FAKE

The knit of
the rug stiff
as the pearls
falling off
the necklace
and do not
smash on the
polished floor

The humid garden’s
wooden gate
rots wet white
blisters the
seal still stops
and begins:
all this land
here is his





BUSH TERMINAL

shudders open
nets are cast down
fish sink
a shallows rift
snow rift
glass fluoresce on
ice stretch
cross country
drunken sleep
cross country


THURSDAY

the moss is wet
between the properties where
the old walls crumble
through portmanteau
sees the glitter
dogs resting below
the courier scrambles through
spring fatigue applies
and gloss dapples the scene
imagine waves





FORTUNE TOLD (DREAM RED MANSIONS)

They walk leisure &
garden leaves have turned
already match leaf-on-sweater
passed over can the cousin
reincarnate as a stone

The MONK proceeds ahead
scabby hand-over-foot over rind
not yet matched the character
brought from afar it will
stutter from —





Matt Turner was born in Omaha, Nebraska, in 1974. His family moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, in 1984, where he carried on with an average life of going to public school, playing in rock bands, working as a dishwasher, etc. Throughout his twenties he traveled and moved frequently throughout the Unites States, even living briefly in Berlin. Formally trained in philosophy, literature, and Classical Chinese, he relocated to Beijing, at 30, in order to teach American literature at local universities. He is the author of Summer Clamshell Green, and the translator of Lu Xun's 1927 book of prose poetry, Wild Grass. His work has been included in Ancient Party: Collaborations in Baltimore 2000-2010. Recent writings can be found here; here; and here. He now divides his time, with his wife and dog, between Brooklyn and Beijing.




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p.s. Hey. Today the awesome writer Jeff Jackson aka d.l. supreme Chilly Jay Chill draws your attention to the work of poet Matt Turner, and, having gotten the early look privilege accorded to the one (me) who uploads the posts here, I can attest to the work's beauty and finery. Please spend some time today reading Matt's work, and it would be really great for the poet and for your guest-host Chilly/Jeff if you could spread some feedback of any kind their ways in the comments today. Thanks a lot, and thank you so much for the privilege to Mr.s Jackson and Turner. ** Nicki, Thanks, pal. Fuck those fuckers who think they have less interesting things to do. Fear is the enemy of greatness, duh. Ha ha, I'll 'go' if you go! Which you already are. Deal? I don't disagree with anything you said, but I'm so, so outside the system you're forced to work in. Still, I can totally imagine. ** Scunnard, Hey! Nice to see you, bud, and that does sound like a consuming switch. Is there any thematic or guidelines to the queer show you were requested to curate. Obviously, sounds like a cool thing, if you have the time. Shit, no, the essay, no, but I just pulled it up after reading your question, and I'll read it today. Sorry. This film stuff has all but completely eaten my brain's directive abilities. New with me has been mostly working on said film, which is cool, and now we're on a break re: the actual filming, which just means a lot more phoning and emailing and searching than hands-on doing, but it's a switch, at least. ** HyeMin Kim, Hi. Oh, yeah, emeralds are very cool, I think. When I was growing up, we had a rock polishing machine in our basement, and I was kind of obsessed with rock polishing for a while. Busyness is something I totally understand and sympathize with, for sure. ** Kier, Kier! I got that thing you sent me in the mail yesterday, and it is so incredibly amazing! Wow, I'm blown totally away to have it. There are no words. The package was like the ultimate geode. Thank you endlessly! Wow! 'Deliver Us from Evil' is a new horror film? I'll look for it, if so. I'll have to try to figure out what the French title is, although I guess the poster should be able to clue me in. My yesterday was a busy one. Zac and I had to get all the rented light and sound equipment we'd used last week back to the rental place, and then I helped him move the last of his stuff from where he was living to where he started living as of yesterday. Then I saw and said bye to my nephew. Then Z. and I went and looked at a bunch of possible locations for one of the scenes in our film that takes place in a music venue, and we found a tiny, great one, so that was good. Then I said bye to him 'cos he's off on vacation to the States for two weeks, and that was sad. Then I came home and crashed. No, my novel has been forcibly neglected for weeks, which has been a problem, but I'm determined to get a bunch of work done on it in the next couple of weeks before the film project starts kicking in full-time again. How was your Wednesday? And, again, thank you, thank you, thank you! ** David Ehrenstein, Curious to hear that new Morrissey, of course. ** Steevee, I'll be curious to hear how that doc is one you get to watch it. ** Sypha, Hi, James. I should go back and read some more Ligotti fiction one of these days. What I read seemed really interesting. I just have to forget some of the stuff he believes and pontificates about because I'm not so into that. One of these days I'll catch up on all this new TV that's preoccupying most of the people I know, and I'll put 'True Detective' early in the queue. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff! Thank you so much for the post today and for introducing me to Matt Turner's work. Yeah, it's really something, and I both understand and share your admiration for it. The roll that CCM is on is kind of unbelievable. It's becoming the Grove Press of its time in its own, distinct way. The film goes very well, thank you. We've now shot three of the five scenes. The next two are the most ambitious and difficult to shoot, so there's a ton of preparation and finger-crossing to do. We shoot those scenes from mid-August until the second week in September, assuming everything falls into place as we hope. Yeah, I thought about the post possibilities re: her. I'm going to look into it this week. Wonderful to see you, my friend. Did you get good work done on your novel in the internet-free zone? ** Misanthrope, Hey. Well, on the bright side, I got to spend more time with my nephew than I have in years, as short as it was. Yeah, I understood what you meant about the books about writers writing, i.e. Roth and that sort of thing. True. Japan is so obsession-worthy. Having been there twice, I'm very in love with the place. Your nephew's friend sounds really cool. Sensitive people are the best. ** Bill, Thank you, Bill. Or, well, I would pass your thanks along to the guys themselves were there a way. Plastic tubes! Nice. I should do a plastic tubes post. Wow, what a no brainer. I'm on it. Would be ultra-sweet if you can posit that demo. Where are you going away to this time? If you told me already, it got lost in my fractured brain. ** Kyler, I'm not good enough to be either coffee and cigarettes. I think I could be soup, though. What's your favorite soup? Mine is split pea. ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh. Oh, I know. When my mom finally sold the house I grew up, and when I saw all my teenaged stuff erased from what had been my bedroom, the house became any house, which felt weird. Well, I don't think it's uncommon for long term couples to back off from each other to some degree at bedtime, or that's what I hear anyway. I'm good. Never taken ambien. I don't even know what it does. Well, I guess I sort of know after your kind of explanation. Good to see you, J-ster. ** Rewritedept, No, yesterday was super not a day off. (see: above description to Kier). Today should be a little offish. Yeah, don't lie down in the street or anything like that. I'm so sorry that you're hating almost everything right now. Being a grown up gets better once you get used to being a grown up and once the period where you weren't a grown up yet gets further and further behind you. Weird and probably really good how that happens. I hope your day is a shitload of a lot better than your yesterday sounds like it was, man. ** Right. Go read Matt Turner's poems please, or reread them if you've already read them. Thanks. As sort of predicted, I'm afraid you'll be getting rerun posts tomorrow and on Friday, but I think they're good ones, and I should be caught up enough to give you all newbies starting on Saturday. See you tomorrow.

Rerun: Oscar B presents ... Fucking Dumb: David Lynch's Dumbland (orig. 01/12/10)

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Dumbland is a crude, stupid, violent, absurd series. If it is funny, it is funny because we see the absurdity of it all. David Lynch

Contents:

1. What is Dumbland?

2. Episodes

3. David Lynch’s take on animation

4. A positive review by David Shrigley

5. A negative review by Steve

6. Sisyphus and Suburbia: A Contextual Study of David Lynch’s Dumbland
Dadaist Animation by David Durnell

7. Further links



1. What is Dumbland?





Dumbland is a series of eight crudely animated shorts written, directed, and voiced by director David Lynch in 2002. The shorts were originally released on the Internet through Lynch's website, and were released as a DVD in 2005. The total running time of all eight shorts combined is approximately a half hour.

The series details the daily routines of a dull-witted white trash man. The man lives in a house along with his frazzled wife and squeaky-voiced child, both of whom are nameless as is the man in the shows. Lynch's website, however, identifies the male character by the name Randy and the child by the name Sparky. The wife is not named.

The style of the series is intentionally crude both in terms of presentation and content, with limited animation. (Wikipedia)



2. Episodes






Episode 1: The Neighbor

Randy makes small talk with a neighbor about the neighbor's shed. After the neighbor mentions that he has a false arm, they are interrupted by a passing helicopter. Randy swears and screams at the helicopter until it leaves, then mentions that he has heard the neighbor has sex with ducks. A duck emerges from the shed, and the neighbor admits that he is a "one-armed duck-fucker".




Episode 2: The Treadmill

While watching a football game on TV, Randy loses his temper when his wife disturbs him by running on a noisy treadmill. Randy attempts - with disastrous results - to destroy the treadmill. Meanwhile, an Abraham Lincoln-quoting door-to-door salesman finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, while Randy's son manages to present dead fowl for dinner.




Episode 3: The Doctor

After Randy shocks himself while trying to fix a broken lamp, a doctor arrives to test the dazed man's pain threshold, using increasingly violent methods, until Randy finally regains his senses and decides to do some testing of his own.




Episode 4: A Friend Visits

Randy destroys his wife's new clothesline and throws it over the fence, causing a catastrophic car wreck. Then Randy's friend visits and the two talk about hunting and killing things, all the while drinking, burping, and farting.




Episode 5: Get the Stick!

A screaming man crashes through Randy's fence with a wooden stick wedged in his mouth. Sparky cheers his dad on as he tries to get the stick out. Randy breaks the man's neck and pokes out both of his eyes before finally pulling the stick through one of his eye sockets. The horribly mutilated man rolls out into the street and is run over by a truck. Randy notes, "The fucker never even said 'thank you'."




Episode 6: My Teeth are Bleeding

Sparky is bouncing on a trampoline in the front room yelling that his teeth are bleeding, while the wife yammers until blood starts pouring out of her head. Outside on the street violent traffic accidents and shootouts occur. A noisy and bloody wrestling match is playing on TV. All is well until a fly interrupts Randy's serene existence.




Episode 7: Uncle Bob

Randy is given the charge from an intimidating figure (his mother-in-law), to stay home and watch after his "Uncle Bob" at peril of having his "nuts cut out" if he does not comply. Uncle Bob proceeds to tacitly engage in increasing types of self-abuse, coughing, and vomiting, and eventually punching Randy in the face from across the room. After several iterations of this behavior, Randy anticipates Uncle Bob's actions and preemptively strikes out at him. Almost simultaneously, the mother-in-law storms back into the room and knocks Randy through a wall. Randy spends the rest of the night up a tree until his son informs him that Uncle Bob has been taken to the hospital and Randy is now safe to come down. Bob bit his own foot off.




Episode 8: Ants

Randy is plagued by an increasing stream of ants into his home. His frustrations rise to the point that he grabs a can of insect killer and attempts to eliminate his ant problem. In his haste and anger, he fails to realize that the nozzle on the bug killer is pointed not at the ants but at his own face. He is squirted in the face with the killer for several seconds. He then falls to the ground and experiences a vivid hallucination in which the ants are singing and dancing and offering gleeful taunts of "asshole", "shithead", and "dumb-turd". Randy eventually snaps out of his predicament and charges at the ants slapping at them on the floor, wall, and ceiling. He is later shown falling off the ceiling and suffering substantial injuries that require a full body cast. The final scene shows ants crawling over his incapacitated body and into an opening in the cast at his feet. Randy then screams helpless in agony as hundreds of ants march into his body cast. The most complex of the episodes, "Ants" parodies Lynch's attempts at being a music producer in the early 1990s by featuring a singer who resembles Julee Cruise and music similar to that of composer Angelo Badalamenti (both of whom Lynch worked with on the soundtrack to Twin Peaks as well as the concert film Industrial Symphony No. 1).





3. David Lynch’s Take on Animation





"Animation is a magical thing to me. I veered off pretty quickly into live action, but I like animation, and I like Flash."

"I think every type of medium gives you different ideas. So when you see the Flash program, it just starts talking to you. So ideas start coming along. It reminds me of early film – there's something about it that makes your imagination kick in."

"There's a funky quality. You have these still pictures and when you kick the 'go' button, they start making movement. And it's kind of amazing how with line drawings – and even bad line drawings – characters come alive. Sound plays a big role in that, but even silently they still work."

"It takes me forever to do these simple animations," says Lynch noting that many filmmakers take advantage of the tweening abilities of Flash to avoid extra work. "It kills me! I wish I was doing something so simple. I have this guy getting up off the ground and it took me three hours just to get him to stand up. There are 21 different drawings there! Sometimes with the program you can use beautiful shortcuts, but sometimes you have to draw it frame by frame. So it's a combo, and it takes me about 60 hours to do just three minutes of the drawings, and it takes two or three days to mix it."

Lynch does all the voices for the animation himself as he's working. "I have a little mirror," he says, explaining that he uses it to get the right facial contortions for his characters as they speak. "And I have a box – it's as big as this coffee cup and just about as expensive. There are little artifacts in the voice, so for some things this box is perfect. I'm interested in real time voice manipulation – I want to sing like John Lee Hooker and I want to do it in real time."



4. A positive review by David Shrigley





The genius of David Lynch's Dumbland
David Lynch's internet cartoon is weird, violent and full of farting – and that's exactly why I love it
David Shrigley
The Guardian, Friday 24 July 2009


For me, David Lynch is a humourist. The works that Lynch is most famous for – Eraserhead, The Elephant Man, Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks– have a distinct seam of comedy running through them: a dark one, but comedy nonetheless. Dumbland, a series of eight short animations originally broadcast on Lynch's website, illustrates this aspect of Lynch's art. Dumbland concerns the domestic travails of a three-toothed thug (who, according to davidlynch.com, is named Randy), and his distressed wife and son. Randy is a heavy-set and ill-groomed man with a foul mouth, a short fuse and a propensity for violence. His wife seems to be perpetually in the midst of a mental breakdown – she emits a constant quiet scream. The son is the least rendered of the three, appearing solely as an outline with eyes, nose and mouth. All Randy's activities are weird, violent and profane, and there is a lot of very loud farting.

While the animations are as crude as can be (all are drawn on screen with a mouse) and a lot of the action seemingly juvenile, the films still bear unmistakable Lynch hallmarks: sparse dialogue, heavy ambient sound, a general sense of surreal disquiet, characters with ambiguous motives. Even if Dumbland's visual appearace suggests comedy, the events portrayed are genuinely disturbing. For example, episode five tells the story of a man who falls through the fence in Randy's yard and gets a stick caught in his mouth. In trying to placate his son, who is pleading for him to "Get the stick! Get the stick!", Randy breaks the man's neck, gouges out both of his eyes and partially cripples him before watching him get run over a truck. Randy then delivers the punchline: "The fucker never even said thank you."

Lynch created Dumbland entirely alone: animating, voicing the characters and creating the soundtrack at home in front of his computer. Apparently each three-minute episode took him some 10 days to create, making the whole piece quite an undertaking for such an apparently modest project. As with most internet animation, Dumbland uses Flash, and Lynch says that the intuitive, DIY nature of this software recaptured the spirit of his initial forays into animation as a film student. You can even suppose that Lynch has recreated the style of his early animations by treating the film with what people are familiar with such things call a "boil": each image is drawn several times and overlaid so that static images appear to move, or boil. This effect mimics old-fashioned hand-drawn animation – the opposite of what Dumbland actually is.

For the record, I don't do any of my own animation; I tell myself that this task is better delegated to a professional animator who works from my original drawings. But in truth I find the fact that Lynch actually put in this amount of graft slightly intimidating. Added to that is the fact that he actually knows how to use the software, whereas I don't have a clue. Apart from Lynch having made every aspect of the entire series himself, the thing that is really appealing about Dumbland is that it is evidence of a great artist amusing himself, a project that he just sat down and did for the fun of it without worrying about how it would be received. It is unselfconsciously daft. Perhaps a good thing if you've just struggled through Inland Empire.



5. A Negative Review by Steve Anderson

"Dumbland" DVD Review
By Steve Anderson
zero stars


David Lynch isn't exactly famous for making sense.

This is, after all, the guy who stuck Robocop into a series of baffling events involving hallucinogenic bug killer, typewriters built from insect carcasses, and massive governmental conspiracies engineered by enormous bugs in the midst of Islamic ports.

Based on the novel written by a former heroin addict.

So naturally, it should not come as even a lick of surprise that David Lynch's overall body of work is just mind-boggling. And the mind continues to be boggled in "Dumbland."

Though for a totally different set of reasons.

"Dumbland" is the excruciating story of a violent, abusive troglodyte of a man living in suburbia and the events that comprise his thoroughly pointless God-I-wish-they'd-all-just-get-hit-by-a-meteor-to-preserve-the-gene-pool life.

And when I say thoroughly pointless, I damn well MEAN thoroughly pointless. This movie's alleged plot revolves around farting, child abuse, spousal abuse, farting, screaming obscenities at poorly rendered helicopters, weird sexual appetites involving ducks, and farting.

There is a LOT of farting going on in "Dumbland." I don't recall this much farting in "Beavis and Butthead Do America", and that movie treated farting like a minor religious experience (remember the desert?).

"Dumbland" is the single longest half-hour I've spent watching a movie in some time. Every minute felt like three, and every minute felt like a hook in my skin. I found myself agreeing with Lynch's own perception of the film: "'Dumbland' is a crude, stupid, violent and absurd series. If it is funny, it is funny because we see the absurdity of it all." I agree totally. The sad part is, despite the absurdity, it's STILL not that funny.

If there is television in hell, then "Dumbland" is what's on. This is Thursdays at nine, right after "Richard Nixon's Laugh-In," but before "Cooking the Cajun Way! with Judas Iscariot."

I don't walk into a David Lynch movie expecting things to make sense, but I don't think it's too much to ask to expect a plot more coherent than "some guy too stupid to live does a lot of stuff and eventually gets his in the end." And he does, too.

The ending gives us a lovely comeuppance for this pig-stupid throwback as he's both beaten by relatives and a line of ants crawls into his full body cast.

All in all, avoid this monstrousity. Avoid it at all costs. "Dumbland" is exactly as advertised, and unless you're in a mood to waste half an hour on some of the worst drivel put on DVD plastic, you will regret putting this one in your player.

I did.



6. Sisyphus and Suburbia: A Contextual Study of David Lynch’s Dumbland
Dadaist Animation by David Durnell

An Introduction to David Lynch and his animated series Dumbland

The last thing most would expect from any three-decade auteur would be the sudden, inexplicable release of a crude, vulgar, and satirical flash-animated comedy series focused unflinchingly upon the obscure goings on of a frighteningly bizarre über-dysfunctional family –but of course, David Lynch is not the average auteur. Staying well-grounded in his self-reflexive themes and motifs –though giddy in his surreal, playful and crass romp through the stereotypes of Americana dynamic– Lynch has released an eight episode animated series appositely and bluntly entitled Dumbland. The series is certainly a work of absurdity, chronicling with zeal the hyper-violent banality of a Neanderthalian alpha-male named Randy, who terrorizes his family, neighbors, and himself, all remaining perpetually enveloped in the meaninglessness and repetition of the suburban everyday and framed within Lynch’s blackly absurd comic lens. Though the series remains rooted in Lynch’s characteristic surrealism, it plunges vastly beyond most Lynch films in its puerile humor and crudeness of medium –all of which deceptively mask the real grit of Lynch’s message: a skewering of the rotted and dysfunctional nature of the American nuclear family– a family immersed in banality, and drowning in absurdity –left only to violently self-destruct. Similar to themes explored in his short film The Grandmother, and in his films Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me–all of which containing intense and nightmarish studies of the family dynamic– Lynch wishes yet again to examine the nature of absurdity, violence, and primitivism in the human condition, as well as in the family structure, using his characteristic flawless sound design, nightmarish slapstick violence, and esoteric Dadaist character behavior, with an episodic pacing and a very enjoyable disregard for any sort of polite restraint.

It is of course, however, no surprise that most critics –ranging from Lynch cult fans to structuralist cinephiles– totally miss the point of the series’ much necessary raison d’être. While structuralists attack the “crudeness” and alleged “pointlessness” of the series, using the infamous accusation of “weirdness for weirdness’ sake,” supposed Lynch fans simply relish in that alleged “reasonless weirdness,” without care or respect to any sort of real artistry or social commentary. Both camps of critical reception seem to be oblivious to the true brilliance and intensity at work here, and even more oblivious to the message, as well as Lynch’s origins: the Camus-inspired Theatre of the Absurd, the movements of Dada and Anti-Art, and the overall surrealism Lynch is perfecting, following of course in the footsteps of Buñuel and Dali. There is a lot of progression, sincerity, satire, and stark beauty in Lynch’s work –all of which impatiently ignored by critics, under the pretense of “incomprehensibility.” Lynch, however, is strikingly personal when it comes to his work –work that is more often than not extremely self-reflexive– and refuses to let any critic own his interpretation, challenging them to find their own: a radical post-structuralism and audience-trust that should be greatly appreciated, though, unfortunately, results in frustration from those who want immediate answers and understanding to everything they see –a rather languid characteristic very frustrating to the responsible cinephile. Notoriously cagey and hesitant in press conferences, Lynch remains resistant to the culture’s demand to have an easy explanation for everything, opting always to work with intuitional narratives versus logical –a rather eastern and patient approach that reflects his admiration for transcendental meditation– and refusing to fill up those beautiful pockets of vacuous ambiguity with “language” and stilted words. For to Lynch, words can never be film –and they shouldn’t try.

But Lynch’s work is by no means as esoteric as enervated audiences would have one believe. If an individual would just feel Lynch’s work versus trying to deconstruct it, new possibilities would abound, because Lynch likes to roam the hidden, layered lusts and evils of the subconscious, and certainly the meta-conscious, not simply explain them away with turgidity. Often, these pockets of ambiguous horror remain –linger– even after being filmed, which is a beautiful and stunning experience to take part in.

Read more here

http://www.offscreen.com/biblio/pages/essays/sisyphus_and_suburbia/



7. Further Links

http://thecityofabsurdity.com/digitalmedia/dumbland.html

http://dvd.ign.com/articles/726/726590p1.html

http://www.lynchnet.com/dumbland/
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p.s. Hey. ** Scunnard, Yes, understood about the exhibition. I went through that with the 'Teenage Hallucination' festival/exhibition that Gisele and I were invited to create for Centre Pompidou a couple of years back. It started as a carte blanche invitation only to be whittled down detail by detail until it was deemed to be a satisfactory illustration of what the Pompidou wanted from us. But it was exciting to do anyway. But, yes, probably best to know what's what re: their expectations before you get too far into the planning, if you decide to do it, because, at least in our case, there were a lot of artists who were lead to believe our inclusion of their works was a done deal when that wasn't the case, and the disappointment that caused for them sucked. I will look at the essay for sure. I just need to get a whole bunch of balls rolling re: the film project in these next days, and then, when they're rolling, I can do what I want. But, yes, asap, and I'm excited to dig in. ** Nicki, Thanks so much for reading and speaking to Matt Turner's work. There was, yes, something adorable about that rock polishing cubbyhole in our basement. It was only how long the polishing itself took that ended up being a drag on my initially peaked imagination. You deleted your blog! Well, hm, I understand. I like ghosts, luckily. But, on the other hand, wow and awesome re: the announcement. I'll go see what all of that is about very shortly, and, in the meantime, let me forefront your goodies. Everyone, here's d.l. Nicki. Read and do accordingly, please. Nicki: 'Hi everyone, I just wanted to do a shout out for a new book series on gender, sexuality and political economy. The series aims to bring together work from both leading and emerging scholars working on gender, feminist, sexuality, queer, trans* and/or masculinity studies within the context of debates about globalisation, neo-liberalism, capitalism and/or postcolonialism. One of our key aims is to open up space for new voices, and not necessarily 'conventional' scholarship in either content or style, so we're really interested in getting submissions from non-established scholars. Anyway, here's a link to the series webpage - and feel totally free to get in touch with me, Nicki Smith at njasmith76@gmail.com, if you want to bounce off your ideas (and/or get some advice about the publishing process, including preparing a book proposal if this is your first book).' ** HyeMin Kim, Hi. Thanks for your support for Mr. Turner's poems. ** David Ehrenstein, Interesting points of comparison there. Huh, interesting. ** Kier, Hi, K! 'Liked it' is the tip of the tip of the iceberg of my love for it! Sorry to hear that yesterday imposed a failure on the drawing front. I didn't manage to crack the mss. of my novel either, if that helps. Today, though. You too on the drawing? Best of luck to us both. I saw '10 Things I Hate about You' when it first came out, but not since. I remember liking it. But all I can really remember is that Heath Ledger was in it, and that I went to see it with my pal Joel because he was really obsessed at the time with HL, who was only known at that point via his starring role in this medieval-themed TV series called 'Roar'. How was your day today? Let's share day stories. ** Matt Turner, Hi, Matt! Thank you so much for coming in here! Your poems are just wonderful and so impressive and inspiring. I loved them a lot, and it was a total boon and joy to get to provide some housing for them. Best of the best to you, and I really look forward to reading more of your work, and please feel extremely free to drop in here anytime it would please you. ** Kyler, I think espresso is my fuel more than it is me. I'm its vehicle strictly. I will die never knowing what Lobster bisque tastes like, which is perfectly fine with me, although I'm sure it's delicious if you like that sort of thing, ha ha. Nice to see you so happy! ** Steevee, Wow, that does pretty dreadful. So, does this mean you're going to trash it in your review? I can't remember ever reading a review of yours where you really trashed something. That would be interesting. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Thank you again for yesterday. His poems are a true find! We've looked at some of the footage, but there's tons. Just for one scene, which will be the 4th of the film's 5 scenes, we have 22 hours of footage to go through and edit down to 15 to 20 minutes. Zac has seen a lot more of it than me 'cos the footage is in his possession since he'll be editing it. We had to throw together a rough footage reel to the show the producers when they were in town recently. I'm very, very happy with what I've seen. Great that you got some work done on your novel and seem to have corrected the problem you saw in the opening section. Mike Kelley was, yes, very brilliant about his own work. Sure, your assessment sounds right. Especially earlyish on when he was still considered a marginal weirdo by the New York art world establishment. ** Chris Dankland, Hi, Chris! Thanks a lot for reading and speaking so well to Matt Turner's poems. And, before I forget, thank you extremely much for sending me the guest-post. It's incredible and, coincidentally, very sorely needed right now. I'm so far behind on the blog posts front, urgh. Anyway, unless I tell you otherwise, it'll launch here a week from this coming Saturday, meaning on the 26th. I'm very good. I'm very happy that you delurked even though lurking is totally understandable. And I'm so, so happy to hear that you're working on your novel! That is GbV to my eyes and ears, man! Great! Yeah, outlines can be a real problem, I think. Or they are for me. I do tons of pre-planning on my novels, but I never do an outline of the actual events in the novel. I always try to leave that very fluid. Creating structures and making style choices, etc. in advance is something I absolutely need to do, but then I let myself improvise the story and events sequence and all that stuff within the formal structures. I find that to be a good way to create energy and excitement in the process of the writing, when it works. Iow, I think your method there is totally a good one, and I relate, and I can speak to how well that can work, and I hope it continues to do so for you. Hugs right back at you! ** Rewritedept, Cool that yesterday was a lot better. Uh, yeah, I think Skyping would work. Let's try to figure it out. I'm really busy, but I'm also around, and I can't be busy every second or I'll go insane or something. My yesterday was okay, just planning stuff out and writing emails and stuff like that. I didn't get to work on my novel, but I'm hoping to try to get back into that today. Best to you! ** Etc etc etc, Hey! Wow, it's really nice to see you! I've been wondering how you are and what you've been up to. Yeah, a hearty welcome back! I hope the DFW articles get wise receptions and are snapped right up. I've mostly been writing on the film I'm co-working on, and on a new theater piece. My novel's been something that I've just been picking at by necessity, but I'm hoping to get headily involved in it again for the next couple of weeks. The horizon is mostly finishing the film, writing the theater piece, and co-writing the script for a film by another director. And the novel, I pray. But I'm planted here in Paris for a while. What are you working on post-dissertation and post-general other PhD work? Anything you can tell me about? Really glad to see you! ** Okay. I pulled up this very cool oldie guest post by the honorable artist and d.l. Oscar B for your delectation today, and I hope you will find it delectable. See you tomorrow.

Rerun: The winding life and uncoordinated epitaphs of the obscure 'Beat' poet John Thomas (orig. 02/02/10)

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I think maybe today a poem I hope
after breakfast I start trying
pulling it out of my own gut
mostly by force – thin stuff
& careless, about people in Venice here &
things that happened to me once
most days even all my strong arming
doesn't help me & I
give up, read, or
whine about it in my journal
& piss away the day
swimming/eating/sneering around in a coffeehouse.





'Now here’s a difficult case: an undeniably excellent poet who died in prison, serving a sentence for having molested his daughter; a poet whose early work seems to show a visionary breadth and bounding imagination, but who barely published any new poems (or republished, times over, older poems) during the latter part of his life; and a poet Charles Bukowski called “the best unread poet in America” whose style synthesized elements of the most opaque of Olson’s Maximus poems or the collage aesthetic of the Tennis Court Oath (but who was also, at times, sexually frank, morally unambiguous in his amorality, and could tell a good story, like a West Venice West Georges Bataille).

'Outside of this small group (most of which also appear in his first collection, called John Thomas), Thomas published a chapbook of poems called Nevertheless in 1990, and contributed to the volume Abandoned Latitudes (with Paul Vangelisti and Robert Crosson) in 1983. A good, if not probing, obituary was published in the UK Independent (1); a much more detailed, and harrowing, account of his personality by his daughter, Gabrielle Idlet, appeared a little later in the LA Weekly (2). -- Brian Stefans, Free Space Comix






(1) fromJohn Thomas: Beat poet known for his inability to write
Adrian Dannat, The Independent

"How does one review the work of a poet who mocks the societal role of the poet, who has no desire to publish his poetry and says that he has no interest in the familiar moral values of poetry and poets?" This was the question posed by Lawrence Lipton, fabled chronicler of the "Beat" group in California, about one of his most fascinating subjects, the poet John Thomas. In many ways Thomas was the antithesis of the hipsters, Bohemians and Beatniks chronicled in Holy Barbarians and sometimes seemed trapped by the wacky underground counter-culture he was widely assumed to be part of.

Indeed, he almost seemed an active enemy of the sprawling, self-indulgent alternative literary community of Los Angeles. He was something of an 18th-century figure, with a certain fondness for antique weapons (he collected sabres, dress swords and foils and, as any poet should, had a weakness for duels or the idea of them), orgies and satire; at 6'4" and weighing over 300 pounds, even his physical build betokened another, more heroic age.

A self-proclaimed "writer", one day Thomas was asked by the poet Maurice Lacy, "What do you write?" Without thinking Thomas replied, "I'm a poet", and thus had no choice but to write some of the stuff. Poetry certainly suited Thomas better than novels; as he admitted, "The novel-writing ambition was just sheer, vulgar pretence, wanting to be a great man." But even free verse was still a painful process for Thomas and his NOT writing and deep inability to write became his central theme if not celebrity.

The eponymous book John Thomas was put out in a limited edition of 405 copies, 30 of which were signed, numbered and even "sealed" by the author, presumably so they could not be read. This was published in 1972 and followed in 1976 by the elegant Epopoeia or the Decay of Satire. (In fact this second volume was the same as the first, except Thomas had deleted some works rather than adding any, further reducing his oeuvre.)

Thomas's last and perhaps fourth wife was Philomene Long, herself no small local legend, who had left her cloistered convent as a Catholic nun to escape to LA and as poetess/ film-maker documented the scene in such movies as Venice Beat and The California Missions, with Martin Sheen. Long also introduced Thomas to the Zen Center of LA, where they studied with the revered Maezumi Roshi, who gave her the Buddhist name "Gyokuho" or "Fragrant Jewel". In 1983, in a burst of activity, Thomas published Abandoned Latitudes, or rather he contributed a thin shard, "From Patagonia", to this collection of three LA writers. This was Thomas's most engaging finale, even if he was to live for almost 20 more years.






(2) fromHitting the Beats
Gabrielle Idlet, LA Weekly

My father, ”Venice West“ poet John Thomas, died of congestive heart failure on March 29 at the age of 71. His April 7 Los Angeles Times obituary describes him as ”the sage of Venice“ (Beyond Baroque executive director Fred Dewey), ”mentor“ (Wanda Coleman), even ”the best unread poet in America“ (Charles Bukowski). Another journalistic elegy, appearing in Los Angeles Magazine, depicted my father as a man with a ”piercing wit [and] generous spirit,“ for whom ”poverty and love were equal teachers in a life of wisdom.“ His obituary was carried by wire across the nation, even making news at the Washington Post.

No publication mentioned that my father was, at the time of his death, serving a sentence in Los Angeles County Jail for sexually molesting his daughter -- my half sister Susan. Posthumous descriptions of his life left out other significant information: that he was a fraud, a thief and an endangerer of children, and that, while he often bragged that he‘d ”retired at 28,“ he’d made an impressive career of consumption. In the nearly two decades my father spent with my mother, he didn‘t work, and he wrote virtually nothing except for ”From Patagonia,“ a prose poem about what he described as his inner landscape of desolation. Real-world decimation, however, was his true accomplishment.

His name changed frequently, in fact. A late-’60s issue of the men‘s magazine Oui published a feature on my father, celebrating him as the country’s leading perpetrator of mail-order fraud. Growing up, I watched him feast on raw hamburger, grabbing it straight from the Styrofoam package. In order to avoid taking out the garbage, he found two industrial-size trash cans for the kitchen and let scraps collect for months at a stretch. I knew it was summertime when I stepped barefoot onto a sea of maggots that dropped from the trash, wriggling toward the dog-hair-dense carpet.

Equally noxious and permeating was my father’s sexuality. While he made a game of insulting my mother and describing himself to me as her ”gigolo,“ he encouraged me to read his journals -- beautifully calligraphed legal pads filled with detailed sex fantasies. At his bedside, paperback porn invited attention -- one flashy spine read Father-Daughter Lust. Our walls were covered with photos of Hitler, outlaws, corpses and orgies. ”Tickle Time,“ a game that invariably ended with his giant hands making their way beneath the waistline of my underwear until I writhed in laughing confusion, punctuated our days at home alone.

In the early ’70s, my father flew his teenaged daughter Susan from his first marriage (whom he hadn‘t seen since she was 3) to Los Angeles, drugged her with a potent pharmaceutical hallucinogen, and submitted her to sexual abuse a several times over the course of her three-week visit -- on at least one occasion with the participation of my mother, who had also supplied the drugs. Afterward, my father bragged to friends about his conquest. In March of this year, thanks to a 1993 law allowing victims of child sexual abuse to file charges years later -- and my sister’s determination to find healing through justice -- he was convicted and incarcerated for his crimes.

While I lived with my father, he never pursued publication -- it was a point of honor for him. He responded to requests from editors, however, so his poems did make their way into the world. And his work was generally well respected. But as far as I can tell, his notoriety derives principally from two facts: He outlived many of his Beat cohorts, and he was friendly, for a time, with Charles Bukowski. Simply living long enough to be a rarity, though, should not give a person icon status. As for literary talent vs. humanity, Bukowski himself said it best: ”It‘s so easy to be a poet and so hard to be a man."




The last reading by John Thomas & Philomene Long, 2002




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p.s. Hey. ** Scunnard. Hi, J. Yeah, step delicately into the possibility and see what happens while keeping your instincts on alert. Typing the word emoticon instead of typing an emotion itself was a classy move, and I appreciate both the restraint involved and the mystery that resulted. Man, I don't know about your sun, but ours is way, way too hot and in roasting mode. ** Kyler, Yeah, you gotta take some kind of precautionary measures about the crash 'cos it's a definite danger when that first birth-related burst of stuff ends and your book becomes one of all those books out there. But it can be good, instructive, sobering, clarifying and all that stuff too. Congrats on the Betsy Lerner props. ** David Ehrenstein, He is one restless and rangy cat, that Lynch. RIP: Elaine Stritch. When I think of her I always think of her in 'Providence' wherein she is so spectacular. ** Kier, Hi, K. Yeah, I don't think 'Roar' was so good unless you're bonered-out by the sight of the young Heath Ledger. Black currant, like the jam. Weird: of course there would have to be a fruit called black current for there to be the jam but somehow I sort of unthinkingly imagined that 'black currant' was just a made up name like one of those Ben & Jerrys flavors. Banana muffins are one of nature's best collaborations with the human mind. Yum. Cool about you getting to redesign the signs. Take photos, obviously. And your Udo shirt is kind of perfect. Wow, your art looks so good on t-shirts, it's kind of amazing. My day was a lot of sitting around writing emails and trying to figure out stuff so I could write emails that could detail what I had figured out. And it was miserably hot. And I had a coffee with this guy Paul who's one of the performers in the next scene we're shooting for our film. He plays an anarchist who, along with an anarchist friend, abandons society and decides to live in the woods and dress up as a Krampus 24/7, which leads to bad shit happening. Anyway, he's cool, and it was nice. I wrote a little, novel-wise, but the heat fucked that good intention up for the most part. That was most of my day. Yours? ** Steevee, Hi. Really cool about your interview with Richard Linklater! Yeah, it seems like you would have to figure out a really savvy way to phrase that personal drug use question if you want to avoid his raised eyebrows, but I like that challenge. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. It's hot here too, fuck, ugh, already at ... what is it, 8:47 am. I so like those Studio Jamming plans. Cool, excellent. Stay as cool as you can and enjoy the best of Leeds. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff! You can't have been as slow as I feel at the moment. Mine is mostly heat-related, as I keep saying/whining. Yeah, that review was hilarious, no? Nice comments, lovely, thank you. Oh, nice alert. Everyone, the honorable Jeffrey Coleman alerts everyone to the fact that you can now preorder the upcoming new book by the great Peter Sotos. It's called 'Desistance', and you can pre-score your copy here. ** Mark Doten, Mark! Holy whoa! It's incredibly nice to see you! I've gotten so used to reading you on FB. This is really nice. Cool about the new Matt Bell, natch. And that's cool that the BOMB book is finally happening. So, Mark, when is your novel coming out? That's the massive burning question in my head. Next year, right? I'm unspeakably excited! Anyway, you sound really good, work-buried or not. I'm work-buried too. It's not so bad, right? So great to see you, my pal! ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Oh, yeah, that over-sensitive thing is a drag. When sensitivity collides with  excessive self-absorption, the results can be very non-pretty. 'Johnny Rottencrotch' seems like a retort that bad kids from my mom's and grandma's generation would have said. Or like from 'Happy Days' or something. Oops, about your nephew's Twitter thing. Does Twitter censor tweets? I don't even know. ** Paul Curran, Hi, Paul! Summer holiday, ywah indeed. That is a good word. Much, much, much better that 'mwah', which I hate. The high heat here yesterday prevented my full plunge back into the novel, and it's even hotter today, but I going to try to tough my way into the novel anyway. Do join me! That would help a lot. 'Bubblegum Funeral' is such a good name. Is that yours? Everyone, there's an exhibition opening tomorrow in London at the art space Punk & Sheep that's called 'Bubblegum Funeral' and it features collab works made by the super great Paul Curran and the super great Marc Hulson aka d.l. Tender prey. You really, really want to check that out if you're in the realm of London. Seriously, no joke. Read about the show here and/or, alternately, here, and visit Punk & Sheep's FB page for more literal scoop here. How is Marc? He hasn't been in these parts in ages. I miss him. ** Bill, It'll probably be some ages before any clips from our film go public, but I'm looking into the okayness of posting some behind-the-scenes photos I shot with my iPhone. Need to see that 'Dune' doc. It must be streaming somewhere. ** Chris Dankland, Hi, Chris! 'Babyfucker' is a nice comparison. Huh, I can see that. I don't know Marijuana Simpsons, but you can bet I will by this time tomorrow. Everyone, excellence in human form Chris Dankland draws all of your and my attentions to the twitter account Marijuana Simpsons, and you can get a consolidated intro to it by clicking this. All so true and totally about the admirableness and role model-ness of Lynch's way of using his talent, absolutely. I'm having a good if glossy aka sweaty morning, but it's good, it is. I hope yours is everything and more. ** Rewritedept, Bene and Michael are in Italy at the moment. Yeah, let's try to sort the Skype thing out. I'm busier than I imagined I would be, but let's try. Maybe you want to consider putting a piece of your novel-in-progess in a writer's workshop post? I don't know. It might be a good way to let people here see it and talk to you about it. Never seen nor heard of 'Wet Hot American Summer', no. I'm not so good with parody movies, but I'll try a clip. Wow, you being optimistic is a nice, refreshing thing. I hope that the things that got your optimistic side up and running pan out and much more. Later. ** HyeMin Kim, Hi. Wow, that's an interesting interpretation of me. I don't think I'm particularly uneasy or hyper-sensitive, but ... what do I know, I guess. Curious. I certainly don't think you need to tiptoe around me, in any case. ** Okay. I thought I'd pull up this old rerun because there was something about it that said, 'Pull me back up.' Hence, your post for today. See you tomorrow.

Chantal Akerman Day

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'Arguably the most important European director of the 1970s and 1980s, Chantal Akerman has a spare visual style that is matched only by the uncompromising ferocity of her individual vision as a filmmaker. Her upbringing was anything but privileged and this hardscrabble beginning encouraged Akerman to have compassion for the disenfranchised, a theme that runs through all her work... Although Akerman's films seldom play outside the festival circuit, her dry, acerbic vision of human existence has proven deeply influential for a younger generation of feminist filmmakers.

'Chantal Akerman’s work can be considered as a meditation on the problematic nature of the representational abilities of cinema. Many of her works contain images that are presented in unbroken takes from a fixed perspective, and her films are often marked by the lack of conventional cinematic devices such as dialogue or plot. Often set in real time, they display a lack of hierarchy in the way in which the images are presented; the gradual accumulation of small details and everyday observations create a language of great emotional power.

'A yearning for the ordinary as well as the everyday runs through Akerman’s work like a recurring, plaintive refrain. It is a longing that takes many forms: part of it is simply her ambition to make a commercially successful movie; another part is the desire of a self-destructive, somewhat regressive neurotic — Akerman herself in Saute ma ville, Je tu il elle, and The Man With a Suitcase; Delphine Seyrig in Jeanne Dielman; Aurore Clement in Les rendezvous d’Anna— to go legit and be like “normal” people. Je tu il elle and Les rendezvous d’Anna both feature a bisexual heroine who wants to either resolve an unhappy relationship with another woman or to go straight; in Saute ma ville, Je tu il elle, Jeanne Dielman, and The Man With a Suitcase, the desire to be “normal” is largely reflected in the efforts of the heroine simply to inhabit a domestic space.

'If Laura Mulvey is the queen of feminist film theory, Chantal Akerman is its messiah figure: the one to make its theories compelling and cinematic and accessible and powerful and hot rather than cold and counter cinematic. The importance of Mulvey’s films is in their complete dismissal of a misogynist film form in an attempt to create a specifically female gaze, as in her unwatchable masterpiece Riddles of the Sphinx, but in the same year, Akerman took it a step further with Jeanne Dielman. In the film, made when she was just 25, Akerman co-opted the cinematic techniques of the Hollywood gaze and manipulated them to serve a female narrative, and ended up making one of the most important works in the European Cinema.

'Jeanne Dielman is a widow who spends her days doing her chores, looking after her teenage son, and turning daily tricks, and halfway through the three days we spend watching her, everything falls apart methodically, building up unbearable suspense before its shocking climax. The film is about watching Jeanne as an object of the camera’s gaze, and also as an object of a patriarchal society, in which her every movement is made to serve the domestic space, her clients, or her son. In the film’s entirely fixed shots that meander on for as long as it takes for her to complete her tasks, we watch Jeanne as she moves throughout her tiny world. Akerman creates claustrophobic suspense along with boredom, and our unconsummated desire for visual action forces us to empathize with Jeanne as her madness and our frustrated detachment elevate side-by-side. It is an overwhelming work that goes beyond feminist film theory and emerges on the other side; that is, it creates a compulsively watchable film as visually thrilling as Hitchcock and as textually complex as Godard.

'One of the boldest cinematic visionaries of the past quarter century, the film-school dropout Chantal Akerman takes a profoundly personal and aesthetically idiosyncratic approach to the form, using it to investigate geography and identity, space and time, sexuality and religion. Influenced by the structural cinema she was exposed to when she came to New York from her native Belgium in 1970, at age twenty (work by artists like Michael Snow, Yvonne Rainer, and Andy Warhol), Akerman made her mark in the decade that followed, playing with long takes and formal repetition in her films, which include the architectural meditation Hotel Monterey (1972), the obsessive portrait of estrangement Je tu il elle (1975), the autobiographical New York elegy News from Home (1976), and the austere antiromance Les rendez-vous d’Anna (1978).'-- collaged



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Further

Chantal Akerman @ IMDb
Chantal Akerman @ The Criterion Collection
CA's films @ strictly film school
CA @ Marian Goodman Gallery
'Chantal Akerman's New York
Chantal Akerman: The Pajama Interview
'Romance of the Ordinary [on Chantal Akerman]'
'Chantal Akerman's Films: A Dossier'
'Then as Now, the Terrors of the Routine'
'Chantal Akerman in the Seventies'
'Chantal Akerman says ‘a film is a film is a film,’ but hers really are different'
'Chantal Akerman: A 1976 Interview' @ Video Data Base
'Celebrating the Everyday Wonder of Chantal Akerman on Her Birthday'
'One Day Pina Asked… and Chantal Akerman Listened'
'The films of Chantal Akerman : a cinema of displacements'
'CHANTAL AKERMAN @ THE LIST'
'Chantal Akerman: My family and other dark materials'
'La Chambre Akerman: The Captive as Creator'



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Extras


A Conversation With CHANTAL AKERMAN // Venice 2011


Young Chantal Akerman on Jeanne Dielman


Chantal Akerman on Pierrot le fou


Entretien avec Chantal Akerman



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Interview
from The A.V. Club




I wanted to start at the very beginning, with you as a 15-year-old seeing Pierrot Le Fou—

Chantal Akerman: Oh, I have said that a hundred times. Forget about it. You know all about that. I have told that story one million times. And I am so angry at Godard that I don’t even want to think about it. Because he is getting to be such an asshole now, and he’s anti-Semitic. He gave me the push, but that’s it.

Skipping over the anecdote, then, what was it that made you want to be a filmmaker?

CA: Well, yes yes. It’s Godard, it’s Pierrot Le Fou. But it’s very simple. I was not interested by cinema when I was young. And it’s also related to Brussels. Most of the films were forbidden. You needed to be 16 to see any interesting things. So all I saw before that was big American shit like, I don’t know what: warfare, Les Canons De Navarone, The Ten Commandments. We were just going to the movies to kiss and eat ice cream and eventually look at the movie. But I didn’t care. I was much more interested in literature; I wanted to be a writer. Then I saw Godard’s film, Pierrot Le Fou, and I had the feeling it was art, and that you could express yourself. It was in 1965, and you felt that the times were changing. He was really representing that, and freedom and poetry and another type of love and everything. So as a little girl, I went out of that place, the cinema, and I said, “I want to make films. That’s it.”

A lot of people make art to get out of the place where they grew up, but so many of your films have to do with travel and moving from place to place—

CA: You mean nomadisme. Well, I’m Jewish. That’s all. So I am in exile all the time. Wherever we go, we are in exile. Even in Israel, we are in exile.

And you had a sense of that even at 15?

CA: I never felt that I belonged. When I was at school… First I went to a Jewish school, when I was very little. But when I was 12, they put me in a school with a lot of traditions, and they were educated people and they were talking about Greece and the Parthenon and I don’t know what. All the kids, all the girls they had already seen that and knew that from their family, and I would say, “What are you talking about, what’s that?” It’s not my world.

Your films are so often concerned with enclosed and circumscribed spaces. Was it natural to go from that to the gallery installations you’ve done in recent years?

CA: It was not natural. It happened because Kathy Halbreich from MOMA asked me to do something for the museum. I said yes, but at the time, I didn’t know even what an installation was. I had never seen one. So when she came in 1990… It was during one of my shoots. I said, “Yes, I don’t mind doing something, if I do a movie. And then from the movie I can do an installation.” She said, “I’m interested in history. I’m interested in languages.” And I said to her, “It’s been a long time I’ve wanted to make a film about Eastern Europe, and it’s now opening.”

So she said, “Great.” And I thought I would use all those Slavic languages like music, changing little by little, in all the countries. I didn’t use any of it. I made almost a silent movie. Then she didn’t find the money, so I found the money myself to do a film about Eastern Europe: From The East. Two years later, they called me and said, “We have the money to make the installation.” I said “Great. What can I do now?” And I started to play around with the material. I did From The East, and I thought it was so interesting and playful and so light. Compare that to making a film. And that you could do it yourself and in your home, and not depend on production, and do it with almost nothing. And I loved that lightness. It was like finding again my debut, like I was doing with Babette [Mangolte], with one or two reels, little things here and there. And I loved it.

So I did more and more and more. I had, just now, a show in Paris. And I shot myself a year and a half ago, in my place, in my window, in my street. I heard something about Hiroshima and the speed of the light and the fact that the shadow of the people, who were already dead and on the ground, were still kind of there, by the radiation. I did something related to that. It’s can be inventive. You don’t have to tell a story, and you don’t have to please a TV or an audience. What I think is dreadful about art is the way it’s related to the money afterward. Not when you do it… Because when you do it, you do, it in a way, like in your kitchen, you know? But after that, it’s like 5,000 rich people have access to it. A movie, even though it can be a bad movie or a good movie, it is more democratic. That annoys me. The people who buy my films, for example, the people who buy my installations, well, it’s sometimes a foundation or a museum. When it’s a foundation, it’s related to very, very, very rich people—who are your enemies! Your enemies are feeding you. But you’re not meeting them. So it’s a very strange thing.

So that’s all I can say. I love to do it, because it’s a process you can do without money. I did this one in Paris, and now I want to do one about three cities. I want to do it about Detroit; Gary, Indiana; and Little Haiti in Miami, about the foreclosures. But I can do it in such an inventive way, because I don’t think it is right to show and make people enjoy looking at poverty. But in a true installation, you can find a way to do it in a different way. And I have an idea. I was supposed to shoot already in Miami last week, but I couldn’t do it. And it cost nothing, and I can afford it, you know? And that’s great. I do it myself with my own little camera. I don’t use a DP. I do it myself. Because what I hate in movies is all those people you need. And then I realize I do better when I shoot by myself.

You’ve made a lot of documentaries in the U.S., from the short films in the new collection to more recent works like South and From The Other Side. What brings you back?

CA: Well, the U.S. is so iconic, you know? And also, you see more things when they are far away. When I’m in my neighborhood, I don’t see anything anymore, because I’m so used to it. When I go somewhere else, suddenly, I’m alive. I’m on alert, and I can be fresh. I was in my neighborhood last week and I needed a cigarette, because I couldn’t sleep. So I went at 4:30 in the morning to a café 500 meters from my place. And it was another city… Totally different than where I go every day. And I said, “God, I will do that again.” That’s another subject I want to do. It’s my street, suddenly different at 5:00 in the morning. I can shoot for one week. That’s enough to make a movie.



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13 of Chantal Akerman's 36 films

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Saute ma ville(1968)
'Akerman actually dropped out of film school before completing a single term in order to make it, selling stocks and working in an office to fund the twelve and a half minutes that eventually paved the way for her three hour plus opus. As with Jeanne Dielman, intense, oppressive boredom and domestic isolation are the context for our heroine. Akerman herself stars as the principle, frenetically humming her way through a kind of manic episode. What starts as a routine evening at home descends into a frenzy; she tapes up the door to her cramped apartment, she smears and flings cleaning products with wild abandon, and she goes from shining her shoes to scrubbing her actual leg with the stiff-bristled brush.'-- Dangerous Minds



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Hotel Monterey(1972)
'In the second of her 1972 experiments, Akerman again wanted to draw viewers’ eyes to elements in the frame that they might not otherwise have considered. Similarly focused on architecture and interior spaces, Hotel Monterey is grander in scope than La chambre. Through a succession of elegantly composed, silent shots—some tracking, some static—Akerman transforms a run-down Upper West Side single-room-occupancy hotel (where she had sometimes spent nights with a friend) into a site of contemplation and unconventional beauty. There was barely any planning: Akerman knew only that she would start filming on the hotel’s main floor and end at the top, and that she wanted to emerge from dark into light, night into day. The shoot lasted one night, approximately fifteen straight hours, during which Akerman and Mangolte would put the camera down wherever it felt right and roll until Akerman’s gut told her to stop. Akerman later explained that “the shots are exactly as long as I had the feeling of them inside myself”; about the overall conception, she said, “I want people to lose themselves in the frame and at the same time to be truly confronting the space.”'-- Michael Koresky, The Criterion Collection



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Je, tu, il, elle(1976)
'Je tu il elle opens to the terse and contextually ambiguous, yet personally revealing statement "...And I left" as a nameless young woman - later identified as Julie (Chantal Akerman) - sits on a chair off-side of the frame with her back to the camera as she recounts an autobiographical anecdote into an obscured journal. The fragmentary and dissociated introductory episode provides an appropriate and incisive distillation into the essence of film (and more broadly, to Akerman's cinema) itself as Julie passes idle time in her austere and sparsely furnished studio apartment by arbitrarily painting the walls in a different color one day to suit her whim (then another color on the next day), repositioning her few odd bits of furniture (a mattress, a bureau, a mirror, and a chair) within the confines of the room, and writing copious, but logically asequential and fractured stream of consciousness notes that methodically chronicle her thoughts, sentiments, and impulsive activities during her isolated, self-imposed solitude. Chronicling Julie's estranged but illuminating interaction with her environment, Je tu il elle serves an abstract, but intrinsically lucid framework for Akerman's languid, meditative, provocative, and indelibly haunting expositions on spiritual and existential transience.'-- Strictly Film School



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Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles(1975)
'Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles is Chantal Akerman’s masterpiece, a mesmerizing study of stasis and containment, time and domestic anxiety. Stretching its title character’s daily household routine in long, stark takes, Akerman’s film simultaneously allows viewers to experience the materiality of cinema, its literal duration, and gives concrete meaning to a woman’s work. We watch, for three hours and twenty-one minutes, as Jeanne cooks, takes a bath, has dinner with her adolescent son, shops for groceries, and looks for a missing button. Each gesture and sound becomes imprinted in our mind, and as we are lulled by familiar rhythms and expected behavior, we become complicit with Jeanne’s desire for order. The perfect parity between Jeanne’s predictable schedule and Akerman’s minimalist precision deflects our attention from the fleeting signs of Jeanne’s afternoon prostitution. They nevertheless loom at the edge of our mind, gradually building unease. Jeanne Dielman constitutes a radical experiment with being undramatic, and paradoxically with the absolute necessity of drama.'-- Ivone Margulies, The Criterion Collection



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News from Home(1977)
'Described by Melissa Anderson as "one of the most unheralded portraits of the city,"News from Home is as much a symphony of urban geometric abstraction as it is a poetic diaspora tale. Inspired by the letters she received from her mother while living in New York, Akerman returned to the city after an absence and filmed its streets with her Pentax camera. “Although Akerman’s New York is largely a city of non-sites—empty Tribeca alleys, dingy Midtown parking lots, an abandoned gas station tucked into the crook of another building’s wall—the symmetry of her composition gives it the classic aura of ancient Rome” (J. Hoberman). From the eternal city Akerman reads her mother’s letters, conjuring a sense of distant voices and still lives.'-- moma.org



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Les rendez vous d'Anna(1978)
'Anna Silver is a filmmaker. Her mother and sick father live in Belgium. Her frequent travels mean that hotel rooms are home as much as anywhere. Visits to the parental home are fleeting affairs - confessional intimacies between mother and daughter must be taken wherever they can. Pick-ups are easy-come-easy-go affairs. Commitment is provisional. 'Anna, where are you?', a voice enquires. Anna may not know or much care. The reflexive, seemingly autobiographical nature of all these components needs no underlining, and this hall-of-mirrors effect can be superficially disorientating. But a true bearing is sustained by the luminous, painterly miracle of wonderful image-making, and the sure sense of a great mind at work, exploring the alienating topographies of contemporary Europe.'-- ica.org.uk



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Toute une nuit(1982)
'Chantal Akerman's 1982 film Toute une nuit is a cinematic ballet, a nocturnal symphony that captures the movements of attraction and repulsion between lovers over the course of a summer night in Brussels. Beginning at dusk as the calm of the evening quiets the city, and concluding the following morning with the deafening sounds of morning traffic, the film follows anonymous individuals as they meet and separate. The darkness of the urban evening provides a backdrop for the choreography of love, the melodramatic gestures of the actors materializing like luminous fireflies from the shadows. These gestures take center stage in this film, while the nameless characters and discontinuous mini-narratives function merely as props through which movement is realized. Akerman does not use narrative in the film in order to achieve continuity; rather, she creates continuity through constant affective change that endures throughout the film. In other words, the discontinuity of Akerman's collection of fragmented narratives, often abruptly cut and seemingly independent are fused in affect; the melody of a pop song carried across the city by the wind, the clacking of footsteps on city pavement, rustling leaves, slamming doors, and most importantly the poses and gestures of the actors' bodies merge in order to suggest affective change.'-- Darlene Pursley



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Golden Eighties (1986)
'Golden Eighties interweaves tales of love, longing, disappointment and heartbreak. It offers song and choreographed - if not quite dance-like - movement. Akerman is working as ever with ordinary material, arranged and framed with precise purpose. Meet Lili, proprietor of a hair salon, faithless lover, heartbreaker and opportunist. Meet Mado and Pascale, best friends, too kind to each other to share news of betrayal in love. Meet Sylvie, kept almost alive by letters from her lover far away in Canada looking for a fortune. Shot with distinctive Fujicolor film stock, lit without shadows, stuck in an interior studio world as if exterior did not exist, jam-packed with infuriatingly catchy tunes, this is an astonishing work from an artist who began as a structuralist, albeit a structuralist with a gift for narrative.'-- ica.org.uk



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Toute Une Nuit(1991)
'With a Parisian backdrop, Nuit et jour (Night and Day) (1991) follows Jack and Julie, a young couple who have just moved to the city. They never sleep. During the day they stay in the flat and make love. At night, Jack drives a cab round the city while Julie wanders the streets. Jack knows the streets as he drives around at night, while Julie recognises the city through her night-time wanderings. Theirs is a voyeuristic experience of Paris; they are always watching but never part of what is going on. Their love for each other is so intense when they are together that all they see is each other, disrupted only when Jack must go back to work. The couple lead a relatively isolated existence. They don’t make friends with their neighbours. Their only interaction with family occurs when Jack’s parents spontaneously visit one afternoon. In this scene the four of them sit awkwardly on odd stools in a barely furnished room. Only just out of bed, Julie sits in a shirt and Jack in trousers, as if they only make a complete outfit when they’re together. The parents do not stay long or say much. When they ask what the couple do with themselves in the city, Julie simply replies, “We have time.”'-- LITRO



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D'Est(1993)
'Akerman’s wordless winter travelogue from East Germany, through Poland and the Baltic states, into the inner belt of Moscow and its cavernous central stations. Filmed on the heels of the early 1990’s collapse of the Soviet empire, it is her attempt not simply to document an alien standard of living with her typically forthright gaze, but to memorialize a certain mode of life that few outside the grey orbit of the Soviet bloc have the fortitude to endure even when edited down to a series of lengthy tracking shots.'-- The Other Journal



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Un divan à New York(1996)
'1996's A Couch in New York/Un divan à New York is essentially a superior version of Nancy Meyers'The Holiday, predating the Meyers romcom by 10 years. You know, the one about two people who switch residences - in the case of the Akerman film, Juliette Binoche, a Parisian woman feeling pressured by all the men in her life, and William Hurt, a New York psychotherapist tired of his patients and their problems. What sounds like a generic, formulaic sitcom turns into something quite magical in Akerman's hands. She deftly targets the hapless transfer of people to different places as something not just playful but potentially unstable and dangerous. Relationships usually take one into uncharted territorty and that's what Akerman toys with so cynically here. The film may be Akerman's most accessible and commerical to date, but its distinctive technique is pure Chantal, resplendent with tiny bits of business and hugely observant.'-- The Passionate Moviegoer



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Là-bas(2006)
'‘It’s a very contemplative film… and by this I mean slow,’ remarked Chantal Akerman, introducing her César-nominated documentary Là-bas (Over there, 2006) at its US première in New York. ‘Have patience,’ she continued, ‘there are some rewards at the end.’ And she was right: roughly 75 of the 79 minutes of the film’s running time are stationary shots in which not much of anything happens. A digital video camera peeks out of an apartment’s semi-blinded windows, observing neighbours at leisure on their balconies. They smoke, they have tea, they move potted plants around. In the meantime the ebb and flow of ambient street noise (children squealing, scooters buzzing, birds warbling) provide some sonic landmarks, and sporadic bursts of off-camera action and monologue gradually reveal a storyline. Speaking in a melancholy hush, the film’s unseen subject alternates between reflecting on the past and describing feelings of alienation in the present. As these snippets accrue, a portrait begins to emerge: the persona behind the camera is Akerman, trapped in the apartment by her own fears and depressive inertia.'-- Frieze



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La Folie Almayer(2011)
'At the end of Joseph Conrad’s Almayer’s Folly, the title character, a benighted Dutch trader at a failed Malaysian outpost, is deserted by his beloved half-caste daughter Nina and determines to forget her before he dies. “He had a fixed idea that if he should not forget before he died he would have to remember to all eternity,” writes Conrad. “Certain things had to be taken out of his life, stamped out of sight, destroyed, forgotten.” The last pages of the novel narrate this implacable determination, and in the end Almayer is found dead with a calm look on his face, showing that he “had been permitted to forget before he died.” Chantal Akerman’s La folie Almayer is not so kind: in its final, unbroken, minutes-long shot, it considers the ravaged face of Almayer (Stanislas Merhar) as he is forced to confront his folly, to face it in all its unrelenting horror. The extraordinary opacity of this final shot is inversely related to the psychological cataclysm taking place within Almayer’s mind, his annihilating rush of self-knowledge depicted not through (conventional) drama but duration—thus remaining, in a crucial dimension, unreadable, unknowable to the audience. Yet it is this very tension between knowing and not knowing that gives this final shot its remarkable, wrenching power: a painful plenitude that evokes physically, phenomenologically, the self-annihilating folly/delusion to which Almayer has willingly yielded.'-- cinemascope



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p.s. Hey. ** Nicki, Hi, N. Wow, really? That he was imprisoned for molesting his daughter doesn't put a crimp into the works? I've heard of Rowman & Littlefield. Cool that the publishers are being so cool. That isn't a given, as I'm sure you know. Nice. ** Kier, Hi! No, I don't think I've ever had a black currant that wasn't mushed into goo/jam. I'll check the 'farmer's market' near my place. Yep, there are two krampuses, assuming we can actually get the costumes on our piddling budget. Trying to do that is one of my weekend duties. One of these days I want to stand at respectful distance and watch you do things like feed horses and sheep and take down wooden posts and such. It's such a nice dream. Hot, yeah, whoa. Yesterday was pure hell here. Right now it's almost raining, so I'm hoping that happens and chills the sky down at least a little bit. Oh, Kongeparken photos, and classic, 'old fashioned', through the post photos no less, yum. Pancakes! Man, everything you're doing up there is whetting my appetite for something either visual or stomach-based. Mm, I think the last film I saw was 'Under the Skin'. Next I want to see 'Snowpiercer', but I don't it's out here yet. My day was controlled by the horrible heat, so it wasn't so great. Also, I figured out that my daydream of having time off from the film was more than a little optimistic since, now that I'm the only film person not on vacation, I actually have way more film work to do than usual even. So, the day was mostly about that. I helped secure us an amazing space in which to film the next scene. The guy we want to play one of the roles in that scene confirmed that he can. I began trying to figure out how I can most effectively try to find either a band or a laptop artist, which/whom we need to play live in the last scene we're filming. And stuff like that. And I made blog posts because I had to because the blog's future was almost entirely blank. So, that was yesterday, and I think this weekend will be similar, and so things I want to do like work on my novel and read stuff and so on have to stay in the future plans category for a little longer. Oh, that Polaroid Land Camera, sigh. My parents had one of those when I was growing up, and, oh shit, it was so beautiful, and it's even mores now. I inherited it. It's in its leather case in storage something. That plus 'Jaws 2', which I can't remember, sounds like a swell night. Now it's the weekend, isn't it? What did you do, my pal? ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Yeah, my dealings with John Thomas were very similar during my tenure doing the BB readings. Bob Flanagan used to do a great, spot-on imitation of his deep, booming voice. The older LA poets treated him with reverence, which I never really understood. He was always condescending and holier than thou to me in my dealings with him, so I didn't like him very much. Anyway, very weird and sad story. ** _Black_Acrylic , Hi, Ben. Paris's temp is down a few notches today too, thank fucking god. But still muggy, yeah. It's supposed to pour rain starting shortly for the next two days, and, at the moment, that sounds pretty good to me. ** David Ehrenstein, Well, he was like 6'5" or something, so ... you know what they say. ** Keaton, Hi, maestro. A story coming on of what sort? What are its flirtation techniques? Bon weekend to you too. ** Paul Curran. Hi, Paul! Exactly, it could be a great title for almost anything. Even a pet. It would be really great if you can do that show again and get up to this part of the world. I'm going to see if there's any way I can get over there and see the show. Zac and I have a UK trip in the works to go to Diggerland and London and so forth, but the film project duties keep delaying our launch date. But maybe. No, no AC. There's hardly any AC in Paris, and, when there is, it's pretty weak a la an ice cube in front of a fan. Thanks for the novel work back-up. Still no progress on my end, but I'm fucking dying to get on that, and I'm angling desperately to get to do that this weekend. You have a great weekend too! ** Steevee, Hi. Oh, that's the Benning/Linklater doc! I really, really want to see that, no surprise, as a huge Benning fan and a moderate Linklater fan. I will definitely see that at the first opportunity. Benning is very respected in France, so hopefully it'll get some kind art house run in Paris. Thank you a lot for filling me in about that! I enjoyed your review of 'Mood Indigo', btw. ** Rewritedept, A present? Cool, I'll go find it. I'm going to see if I can find some currant berries today. It is going to be really nice for you to start publishing, I can totally agree with that. May sensations of only the positive sort fill your weekend up to the brim too. ** Misanthrope, Hey. Your nephew story brings back memories of a nephew story of my own, i.e. the time when Cody was a young thing and asked me to secretly record this 'secret' Blink 182 song called 'I Want to Fuck a Dog in the Ass' and slip it onto the end of a mix-tape I was making him, and I did, and my sister (his mom) heard it, and I got in deep shit. Huh, about that lobster claw-handed boy in the intergen porn vid. I haven't seen the video or hand, of course, but, in theory, I would say that, one, it sounds like an interesting, exciting bonus, but I'm weird, and, two, it sounds like it creates an emotional back story for the porn, and the porn I tend to like the best lets you do that by accident or even sometimes intentionally. Wow, Andrew McKinney. How is he? He must have defriended me because I haven't come across a FB post by him in a long, long time. I don't know, but that woman sounds like she was asking for it subconsciously at least. People are amazing. ** Okay. This weekend I'm giving you a post on the really great filmmaker Chantal Akerman whose work you should really get to know if you haven't already, if you ask me. Enjoy your Saturdays and Sundays, and I'll see you on Monday.

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'The modern lightweight shopping bag is the invention of Swedish engineer Sten Gustaf Thulin. In the early 1960s, Thulin developed a method of forming a simple one-piece bag by folding, welding and die-cutting a flat tube of plastic for the packaging company Celloplast of Norrköping, Sweden. Thulin's design produced a simple, strong bag with a high load-carrying capacity, and was patented worldwide by Celloplast in 1965.

'Celloplast was a well-established producer of cellulose film and a pioneer in plastics processing. The company's patent position gave it a virtual monopoly on plastic shopping bag production, and the company set up manufacturing plants across Europe and in the US. However, other companies saw the attraction of the bag, too, and the US petrochemicals group Mobil overturned Celloplast's US patent in 1977.

'In 1959 after the deaths of 80 babies and toddlers, suffocated by plastic dry-cleaning bags, California introduces a law to ban plastic dry cleaning bags. A spokesperson from the plastics industry “blamed parental carelessness in the deaths” and contrary to previous comments regarding reuse, argued that polyethylene film was “made and costed to be disposable.” The Society of the Plastics Industry, along with bag producers, resin companies and plastics processors drafted a Model Bill that preserved the existence of plastic garment bags in California. The net result is simply a printing requirement, providing a warning message, not a ban of the product. By 1996, 80% of grocery bags used were plastic.'-- bag monster.com






'The history of plastic tubing is basically rooted in the Hula Hoop craze of the 1950s. That’s when two men named Robert Banks and Paul Hogan made a crucial discovery: crystalline polypropylene. Polyethylene is an inexpensive type of plastic material that’s extremely durable and chemical-resistant. Hogan and Banks discovered that ethylene could help to produce a similar type of plastic. Ethylene is Earth’s most prolifically produced type of organic compound.

'However, actually producing plastic tubing was more challenging than you might expect. Even after the Phillips Petroleum Company had spent a small fortune to develop the plastic product’s manufacturing process, there was initially little demand for the resin product. That changed towards the end of the 1950s. Polyethylene became a crucial material for various products, such as liquid detergent bottles and baby bottles. Interestingly, the huge success of the Hula Hoop resulted in several new applications for polyethylene-including a new and exciting type of plastic tubing.'-- jbplasticbags.com






'Joseph B. Friedman was sitting at his brother's fountain parlor, the Varsity Sweet Shop, in the 1930s, watching his little daughter Judith fuss over a milkshake. She was drinking out of a paper straw. Since the straw was designed to be straight, little Judith was struggling to drink it up. Friedman had an idea. He brought a straw to his home, where he liked to tinker with inventions like "lighted pencils" and other newfangled writing equipment. The straw would be a simple tinker. A screw and some string would do.

'Friedman inserted a screw into the straw toward the top. Then he wrapped dental floss around the paper, tracing grooves made by the inserted screw. Finally, he removed the screw, leaving a accordion-like ridge in the middle of the once-straight straw. Voila! he had created a straw that could bend around its grooves to reach a child's face over the edge of a glass.

'The modern bendy straw was born. The plastic would come later. The "crazy" straw -- you know, the one that lets you watch the liquid ride a small roller coaster in plastic before reaching your mouth -- would come later, too. But the the game-changing invention had been made. In 1939, Friedman founded Flex-Straw Company. By the 1940s, he was manufacturing flex-straws with his own custom-built machines. His first sale didn't go to a restaurant, but rather to a hospital, where glass tubes still ruled. Nurses realized that bendy straws could help bed-ridden patients drink while lying down. Solving the "Judith problem" had created a multi-million dollar business.'-- The Atlantic






'David S. Sheridan was the inventor of the modern disposable catheter in the 1940s. In his lifetime he started and sold four catheter companies and was dubbed the "Catheter King" by Forbes Magazine in 1988. He is also credited with the invention of the modern "disposable" plastic endotracheal tube now used routinely in surgery. Prior to his invention, red rubber tubes were used, sterilized, and then re-used, which had a high risk of infection and thus often led to the spread of disease. As a result Mr Sheridan is credited with saving thousands of lives.

'In the early 1900s, a Dubliner named Walsh and a famous Scottish urinologist called Norman Gibbon teamed together to create the standard catheter used in hospitals today. Named after the two creators, it was called the Gibbon-Walsh catheter. The Gibbon and the Walsh catheters have been described and their advantages over other catheters shown. The Walsh catheter is particularly useful after prostatectomy for it drains the bladder without infection or clot retention. The Gibbon catheter has largely obviated the necessity of performing emergency prostatectomy. It is also very useful in cases of urethral fistula.'-- collaged






'Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing (3M) was founded in Two Harbors in 1902. By 1920 the company had developed some of the best sandpapers in the world. When they put out a call for new engineers to join the company, Richard Drew wrote to ask for the job. Drew, then an engineering student, had been putting himself through school by playing the banjo in several Twin Cities dance bands. He was hired to take trial samples of 3M products to auto shops, which used the sandpaper to prepare cars for painting. While on a delivery in 1923, he noticed that the auto shops had a problem.

'At the time, two-tone paint jobs were very popular. At the auto shops, Drew watched painters struggle to seal off areas for the two-color painting process. The tape that painters used either didn't seal effectively or stuck so tightly that it peeled the paint. The tapes left gummy residue that ruined the car's finish. After seeing the problem, Drew had the idea to create a new tape.

'After presenting the idea to his supervisors, Drew was granted the use of a laboratory, where he experimented with different adhesives and backings. He eventually found an adhesive that sealed tightly while releasing cleanly. He applied it to a crepe paper backing, which gave the tape the ability to stretch and adapt to curves and contours. In 1925, 3M released Drew's invention, the Scotch brand masking tape.'-- MNopedia






'Plastics were used in clothing since its invention, particularly in raincoats. But PVC clothing became more noted in the 1960s and early 1970s fashion trend. The fashion designers of that era saw the PVC plastic as the ideal material to design futuristic clothes. During that era, boots, raincoats, dresses and other PVC garments were made in many colors and even transparent and worn in public areas to some degrees. At that time it was also common to see PVC clothes on films and TV series such as The Avengers, for example. And since then these shiny plastic clothes became a fetish object.

'In mid 1990s, clothes made of PVC have been prevalent in young people's fashions, particularly in jackets, skirts and trousers, also appearing in the media. During the mid-1990s it was common to see presenters, models, actresses, actors, singers and other celebrities wearing PVC clothes on TV and magazines. As fashions come round and round again, it would seem that PVC are appearing again in mainstream street fashions as well as continuing to be central to the fetish scene.'-- PVC.com






'The Plastic car was a car build with agricultural plastic and was fueled with hemp combustible (oil or ethanol). Although the formula used to create the plasticized panels has been lost, it is conjectured that the first iteration of the body was made partially from soybeans and Hemp. The body was lighter and therefore more fuel efficient than a normal metal body. It was made by Henry Ford's auto company in Dearborn, Michigan, and was introduced to public view on August 13, 1941.

'Henry Ford gave the project to the Soybean Laboratory in Greenfield Village. The person in charge there was Lowell Overly, who had a background in tool and die design. The finished prototype was exhibited in 1941 at the Dearborn Days festival in Dearborn, Michigan. It was also shown at the Michigan State Fair Grounds the same year. Patent 2,269,452 for the chassis of the soybean car was issued January 13, 1942. Because of World War II all US automobile production was curtailed considerably, and the plastic car experiment basically came to a halt. By the end of the war the plastic car idea went into oblivion. According to Lowell Overly, the prototype car was destroyed by Bob Gregorie.

'Others argue that Ford invested millions of dollars into research to develop the plastic car to no avail. He proclaimed he would "grow automobiles from the soil"— however it never happened, even though he had over 12,000 acres of soybeans for experimentation. Some sources even say the Soybean Car wasn't made from soybeans at all — but of phenolic plastic, an extract of coal tar. One newspaper even reports that all of Ford's research only provided whipped cream as a final product.'- collaged






'When I was 7 years old, I was Chewbacca for Halloween. The body of the costume was made out of a sheet of plastic, the kind that went “whoosh, whoosh” when you walked. It looked like a garbage bag. On it was a picture of Chewie’s head with “Star Wars” emblazoned above it, in case you didn’t recognize the Wookiee and what movie he was from. The mask—a thin, brittle piece of plastic—had two eyehole cutouts, two small nose-holes and a slight mouth slit for easy breathing. Only, it wasn’t easy to breathe when wearing that mask. And I had a hard time fitting it over my thick, plastic-framed glasses because the thin white elastic that held it in place would break every other time I put it on. And once I did, my glasses would steam up from the massive amount of sweat my body was producing from the costume.

'Ben Cooper, the son of a restaurant owner who became a costume impresario, didn’t invent the Halloween costume. But he and his company awakened generations of kids to the potential of what Halloween could be. Ben Cooper wasn’t the first company to manufacture Halloween costumes, nor was it the first to license Hollywood creations for the costume-buying public. But Ben Cooper had an advantage: The company excelled at getting licenses to characters before they became popular and, in a lot of cases, before anyone else. Consider one of its first purchases, in 1937: Snow White, from a little company called Walt Disney.

'It wasn’t until after World War II, however, that Halloween costume manufacturing became big business. With the rise of television in the 1950s and the popularity of TV shows such as The Adventures of Superman, Zorro, and Davy Crockett, Ben Cooper obtained the licenses to many of these live-action shows and began mass producing inexpensive representations of them in costume form for less than $3 each, which amounts to about 12 bucks these days. The company distinguished itself with speed: It would rapidly buy rights, produce costumes and get them onto store shelves, which opened a whole new world of costuming to children.

'Ben Cooper’s heyday didn’t last forever. The company filed for bankruptcy twice due to lagging sales, relocation expenses, and the early 1990s recession. But it was new rivals that probably did the most damage to Ben Cooper ’s business, selling high-quality latex masks and more realistic costumes. One of those competitors was Rubie’s Costume Company, which eventually bought Ben Cooper and dissolved it.'-- Charles Moss, Slate






'The first inflatable structure was designed in 1959 by John Scurlock in Shreveport, Louisiana who was experimenting with inflatable covers for tennis courts when he noticed his employees enjoyed jumping on the covers. He was a mechanical engineer and liked physics. Scurlock was a pioneer of inflatable domes, inflatable tents, inflatable signs and his greatest achievement was the invention of the safety air cushion that is used by fire and rescue departments to catch people jumping from buildings or heights.

'The first space walk manufacturing company was in New Orleans in a leased warehouse that also sewed horse pads. His wife, Frances, started the first inflatable rental company in 1968 and in 1976 they built a custom facility for the production and rental of the products. They marketed the space walks to children's events such as birthday parties, school fairs and company picnics. These original inflatables did not have the enclosure of today's inflatables, creating a safety hazard.

'Their son Frank Scurlock expanded their rental concept throughout the United States under the brand names "Space Walk" and "Inflatable Zoo". Frank also founded the first all inflatable indoor play park called "Fun Factory" on Thanksgiving Day 1986 in Metairie, Louisiana. A second unit was opened in Memphis Tennessee called "Fun Plex" in 1987. Both locations closed after the value of the property became too great for the operations. The first inflatable was an open top mattress with no sides, called a "Space Pillow". In 1967 a pressurized inflatable top was added, it required two fans and got hot in the summer like a greenhouse. That version was called "Space Walk" and was adopted as the company name.

'In 1974, to solve the heat problem, a new product line called "Jupiter Jump" was created that has inflated columns that supported netting walls which allowed the air to pass through. Further enhancements of this style were developed until, in the early 1990s, the first entirely enclosed inflatable structure, built to resemble a fairytale castle, appeared on the market and proved immensely popular. Bouncy Castles, as they're now popularly known, no longer need to physically resemble a castle to warrant the moniker.'-- collaged






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p.s. Hey. ** Nicki, Hi. Her films are highly recommended. Yeah, I speed read and try to fight the tendency all the time due to a similar over-input situation, perhaps not a swampy as yours sounds, however. No big. I wish I was a speed writer too. I am so very not one. At least with fiction. I give myself a hall pass when it comes to the p.s. obviously. The film does go really well, and it can also be pretty exhausting. More in the planning and seeking phases, which is the current situation, than in the shooting phases, weirdly. Or not weirdly. ** Keaton, That's one intense stack you made right there. I'm gonna explore its associative side once I've had enough coffee for my association fetish to kick in. Wild. Everyone, Keaton made an intense and fascinating and kind of epic image stack that I am now coaxing you to peruse. It seems to have two names, so you can decide if you want to enter it through the portal called Welcum to Tha Jungle or through entrance #2 entitled Goodtimes, maybe not a title associated in any way with the Chic song, or maybe so. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, T. It's true that the Venice poets were pretty unfriendly to me. I thought it was because I stopped giving them readings all the time, but if they were being still rude when you ran the series, maybe it was just in their nature. Strange scene. Oh, you saw 'Mood Indigo'. I'm not a big Gondry fan at all other than some of his music videos. The idea of him doing Vian made me very wary from the outset, and it sounds like there was a good reason, but, as is the fallback position in these kinds of cases, we can only hope the film will give Vian a bigger readership in the US. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Whoa, hey, man! I haven't seen you in ages, and it's really awesome to do so. I'm great, thanks. I've had CA films on the blog before, but, yes, very strangely, I hadn't done a full post dedicated to her until that one. As my mom used to say, 'Been a snake, it would have bit me.' Yeah, she's amazing. She friended me on Facebook a few years ago, and I'm still high from that. The film has been progressing really, really well. We're very happy with everything. The next/last two scenes we have to film are the most ambitious and difficult ones, and preparing for them, which we're doing now, is kind of daunting and stressful, but hopefully our luck will hold. The film I was talking about in the 90s was a different film that almost but never happened. It was called 'Warm', and it was to be directed by this film director/ photographer Carter Smith. He says it still might happen someday, but I don't think it will. Mm, I would totally make another film with Zac, and we've talked about it, and I think that will probably happen, but I don't think it's a medium I can see myself working in unless I was collaborating with someone of an incredibly like-mind like Zac. Yeah, I love the Alex G album. I agree, he's incredibly good. You know, weirdly, I haven't listened to the new Swans yet. I really need to do that, Man, really good to see you, and I hope you can stick around. Take care. ** Steevee, My guess is that the doc will probably show on TV here, best guess on Arte. My eyes are peeled. The Strypes ... I don't know them at all. Never even heard of them. I'll go see what the deal is. What don't you like about them? 'Old souls' ... their stuff is soulful and kind of retro? ** Scunnard, Hi, J. We had the rain yesterday too, and a bit today, and it's actually quite tolerable outside today so far, but muggy, ugh. That kind of weather where the temperature says you should wear a light coat, but, if you do, you'll sweat like a pig or whatever -- do pigs sweat especially much? What a strange saying. -- is so annoying. How's today in the sky over you and in your head/heart/life? ** Kier, Hi, Kier! No, no black currant things at the market I went to. But that only made me more determined to find them. So I'm off to the next closest market and then, if necessary, the second closest, etc. I will conquer the unknown that has the name black currant or my name isn't Dennis Cooper. You'd make me help? I wouldn't mind at all. You should see me on our film sets. I'm always running around moving equipment and stuff. It's not that hot now here, but it's really hard to tell which way the temperature is going to go. It seems very sneaky. Wow, those photos you took are fucking gorgeous! What is 'chocolate film'? What does that mean? My weekend was all work, yeah. We have to cast these five small parts in the next scene, and I'm the only one working right now due to everyone else's vacations, like I said, so I was asking people if they would take the roles. And I have to do a casting call thing for three big roles on my Facebook wall because our casting guy has stopped working for us, and we still have those three roles to cast, so I started figuring out the best way to do that. And so on. Kind of a work weekend. It was okay, though. Do you work on Monday? Did you work today, or what did you do? ** Sypha, Oh, that's good that Mr. McKinney didn't defriend me, but I don't recognize 'Tara Toma' at all, so maybe his posters are;'t getting into my feed or something. I would see 'Expendables 3'. I liked the first two. Guilty pleasures for sure, but so what. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Yeah, I used that link and was immediately informed that I can't watch that show in France. Too bad. It sounds really informative. Hopefully someone will slip it onto youtube or Vimeo or something. ** Misanthrope, Yeah, like I told Sypha, I'm not sure if Tara Toma's posts are making it into my feed. I don't recognize that at all, although I'm barely on Facebook, so ... I sort of can't even watch porn unless I can find or detect or make up a back story or, better, a mysterious, compelling emotional undercurrent to go with it. Sort of like with the escort ads. If that isn't there, I never pick them for my posts, well, unless the wordplay is particularly, accidentally genius-seeming or something. Still haven't seen 'Blue Jasmine'. Weird. Probably a plane movie at this point. Give LPS a big hello from me. ** Rewritedept, Hi. My weekend was all work, and it was okay but a little stressful and tiring, but okay. Cool, I'll set up the writers workshop then, great. It'll probably not be on this coming Saturday but on the following one. I'll let you know, and I'll see if you need to send along anything else, but probably not. Thanks for my Monday wishes. It could be okay. At least it's not hot here finally. Poor you, 100 degrees, Jesus. ** Okay. Oh, I did this plastic post thing today. It's kind of odd, and I don't know how interesting, but it was obviously interesting enough to me to make it, for whatever that's worth. See you tomorrow.

Spotlight on ... Joy Williams Honored Guest (2005)

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'One of my favorite books is the story-collection Honored Guest (2004) by Joy Williams. I like it to a degree that its “flaws” seem to function “completely” as contributors to its “tone,” which I like, and which therefore creates a situation for me where “there are no ‘flaws,’ only ‘idiosyncrasies’ that contribute to the ‘tone.’” This contrasts with books where I can easily sense what I like and dislike, for example I like the dialogue and social interactions in Less Than Zero (1985) and American Psycho (1991) by Bret Easton Ellis but dislike the violent parts. When I think about Honored Guest’s “tone” I think it is maybe something like drinking a lot of caffeine while mildly and “calmly” depressed, taking painkillers at night while happy, going outside into sunlight in the morning after not sleeping the night before due to a specific kind of crippling loneliness, or being financially stable while unemployed and living alone in a clean studio apartment with little or no social or familial obligations.

'Honored Guest seems versatile, powerful, reliable, and accommodating to me. If I am severely depressed I can read it and feel calmer, more accepting, and better able to utilize such depression-reducing skills as detachment, irony/sarcasm, and relativism. If I am happy I can read it and feel “delight,” an increase in the non-delusional aspects of my happiness, and that I am glad I exist and can interact with certain other humans. If I am bored I can open the book randomly and study whatever sentence or scene to see how they have been constructed, find “little jokes” or “other things” I didn’t notice before, or read it slowly in a self-conscious manner for purposes of perceiving how exactly my emotions are being affected by certain line breaks or adverbs.

'In the past I have felt that Joy Williams’ stories were too [something] for me to enjoy at a comprehensive, “direct” level but today I do not feel that way. Today when I read Joy Williams I feel that I am not blocking out or suppressing any aspects (or only very small and vague aspects) of my personality, sense of humor, or worldview. I feel that I am “enjoying” the writing in a manner similar to how the author herself would enjoy it, as opposed to writing where I feel “ever conscious” that I am probably “enjoying” it in a different manner than the author would, for example writing that I feel is unintentionally funny or only “accidentally” detached (not completely sure what I mean re “accidentally” detached).

'To me Joy Williams (b. 1944) and Lorrie Moore (b. 1957) overlap in their writing to some degree. I like them both a lot. Their output quantity (and, to me, quality) is similar, to some degree, a notable degree. They’re both sort of on the “edge” of whatever groups of writers journalists have successfully grouped together. They both have three story-collections of which the first ones, I feel, were in a somewhat different style than the next two, which have styles that are “crystallized” versions of the first books’ styles, in my view. I sometimes think about what they think about each other’s work. I feel interested in interviewing Joy Williams about Lorrie Moore or Lorrie Moore about Joy Williams. I have Googled their names together without success. They seem to have not ever mentioned each other’s names in print. I think almost everyone I know that likes Joy Williams’ writing a lot also likes Lorrie Moore’s writing a lot.

'I will write about some of the stories in Honored Guest.

'Honored Guest. In this story a girl is living with her mother who is dying. At one point the mother wakes up screaming her own name. I feel like if I were dying I would wake up screaming my own name sometimes.

'Congress. In this story a woman’s boyfriend’s job is to examine body parts of dead people or animals to identity them as specific people or animals. Halfway through the story the man falls out of a tree while hunting with a cross bow and gets brain damage. This story feels to me like a full-length “indie” movie in terms of narrative movement, number of scenes and locations, and quirkiness level re characters.

'The Visiting Privilege. In this story a woman visits her friend in a “mental hospital.” Her friend gets annoyed because the woman visits every day and sometimes more than once a day. The woman makes friends with an old woman and thinks the old woman is “cute,” in how she acts, and I agree. This story to me exhibits clean, beautiful, high-quality expressions of depression and meaninglessness.

'Charity. In this story there is a small girl that is very “cute” in how she acts. I think I always feel that Joy Williams thinks her characters are cute, interesting, or funny and not ever “evil,” uninterestingly boring, immoral, or “wrong.” This and The Visiting Privilege are maybe my favorite stories in this book.

'Fortune. In this story a lot of young people go to South America, for a vacation, I think, and “sit around” a lot. I think their parents are also in South America on vacation. It is maybe the longest story in the book. I remember only parts of it. I remember the ending. I seem to almost always have an urge to reread this story in order to know it enough to “feel aware” of its entire structure inside of my head, at one time, as I have been able to do with the other stories after rereading them whatever number of times. I feel I will in the future reread this story for the 5th or 10th time or something and “gain” the entire structure, and then experience it at a different level, causing me to have different urges to further reread it.' -- Tao Lin



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Further

Podcast: Joy Williams interviewed about 'Honored Guest' on Bookworm'
Joy Williams, The Art of Fiction No. 223 @ The Paris Review
'Honored Guest' reviewed @ TNYT
'Honored Guest' @ goodreads
'The In Between Space: Reconciliation in Joy Williams’ Short Stories'
'Black beauty: Joy Williams’s 'Honored Guest''
'Karen Russell on how Joy Williams writes the unspeakable'
'Joy Williams: The Intuitionist'
Joy Williams's short story 'Train'
'Joy Williams is an unsettling genius'
Joy Williams's short story 'The Mission'
Podcast: 'Joy Williams | 1989 | “The Last Generation”'
'Ode to Joy Williams'
'Joy Williams' greatest hits'



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Why She Writes




fromUncanny Singing That Comes from Certain Husks: Why I Write

It’s become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the writer is not whole, of course the writer is not whole, or even particularly well. There is something unwholesome and destructive about the entire writing process. Writers are like eremites or anchorites — natural-born eremites or anchorites — who seem puzzled as to why they went up the pole or into the cave in the first place. Why am I so isolate in this strange place? Why is my sweat being sold as elixir? And how have I become so enmeshed with works, mere works, phantoms?

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A writer starts out, I think, wanting to be a transfiguring agent, and ends up usually just making contact, contact with other human beings. This, unsurprisingly, is not enough. (Making contact with the self — healing the wound — is even less satisfactory.) Writers end up writing stories — or rather, stories’ shadows — and they’re grateful if they can but it is not enough. Nothing the writer can do is ever enough.

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The significant story possesses more awareness than the writer writing it. The significant story is always greater than the writer writing it. This is the absurdity, the disorienting truth, the question that is not even a question, this is the koan of writing.

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A writer’s awareness must never be inadequate. Still, it will never be adequate to the greater awareness of the work itself, the work that the writer is trying to write. The writer must not really know what he is knowing, what he is learning to know when he writes, which is more than the knowing of it. A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light. The writer is separate from his work but that’s all the writer is — what he writes. A writer must be smart but not too smart. He must be dumb enough to break himself to harness.

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The moment a writer knows how to achieve a certain effect, the method must be abandoned. Effects repeated become false, mannered. The writer’s style is his doppelgänger, an apparition that the writer must never trust to do his work for him.

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But a writer isn’t supposed to make friends with his writing, I don’t think.

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Language accepts the writer as its host, it feeds off the writer, it makes him a husk. There is something uncanny about good writing — uncanny the singing that comes from certain husks. The writer is never nourished by his own work, it is never satisfying to him. The work is a stranger, it shuns him a little, for the writer is really something of a fool, so engaged in his disengagement, so self-conscious, so eager to serve something greater, which is the writing. Or which could be the writing if only the writer is good enough. The work stands a little apart from the writer, it doesn’t want to go down with him when he stumbles or fails to retreat. The writer must do all this alone, in secret, in drudgery, in confusion, awkwardly, one word at a time.

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The good piece of writing startles the reader back into Life. The work — this Other, this other thing — this false life that is even less than the seeming of this lived life, is more than the lived life, too. It is so unreal, so precise, so unsurprising, so alarming, really. Good writing never soothes or comforts. It is no prescription, either is it diversionary, although it can and should enchant while it explodes in the reader’s face. Whenever the writer writes, it’s always three o’clock in the morning, it’s always three or four or five o’clock in the morning in his head. Those horrid hours are the writer’s days and nights when he is writing. The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness — those exquisite, enveloping, protecting wings.

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Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve — hopelessly he writes in the hope that he might serve — not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace which knows us.

A writer I very much admire is Don DeLillo. At an awards ceremony for him at the Folger Library several years ago, I said that he was like a great shark moving hidden in our midst, beneath the din and wreck of the moment, at apocalyptic ease in the very elements of our psyche and times that are most troublesome to us, that we most fear.

Why do I write? Because I wanna be a great shark too. Another shark. A different shark, in a different part of the ocean. The ocean is vast.



Joy Williams reading 'Uncanny Singing That Comes from Certain Husks: Why I Write'



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Interview
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In your story, "Yard Boy," from your first story-collection, Taking Care, and in many stories since, you talk about being enlightened, about seeing things without preconception, which means allowing the possibility that inanimate objects have feelings and thoughts, that everything is relative and arbitrary, and other concepts involving “enlightenment” such as that the physical world is an illusion and that nothing can be “known.” In those worldviews “morals” seem irrelevant, or aren’t addressed, since they require assumptions and those worldviews tend to not want to assume anything. In your nonfiction, though, you seem to have morals, and seem to be “against” certain things like hunting, cruelty against animals, destroying the environment, etc. How do you reconcile that in your life? When you are making choices in your life, like choosing whether or not to pay more money for food or transportation that won’t destroy the earth, what do you think about? Do you more live your life like a work of art (fiction), or like a work of rhetoric (nonfiction) or some other way?

Joy Williams: You can get away with a lot more writing nonfiction (I’m not talking lies as has been the trend but attitude) than you can writing fiction. In a work of rhetoric you can take a stand, make a case, inform and inspire, scream and demean. You can’t be angry in fiction -- it’s all about control. You create worlds in order to accept them. You create worlds open to interpretation. Facts have limitations. At the Univ. of Wyoming where I’m in residence for a year, there is this wonderful little geological museum wherein there is THE FLUORESCENT MINERAL ROOM. There are maybe thirty rocks in there sitting quietly on shelves, modest rocks, nice rocks, but nothing lovely or extraordinary about them. But when you flip a switch -- Press Switch Here -- the room goes dark and the rocks blossom into the most intense and varied colors. They are really expressing… something. Now the explanation for this is helpfully posted on the wall: Certain stimuli, such as ultraviolet light, disturbs the atomic structure of certain minerals. The energy released as the structure returns to normal results in the emission of visible light.

And there you don’t have it. Far better to have a fictional Yard Boy, prone to love and awe, come to his own understandings which he certainly would have had if he had been fortunate enough to find himself in the Fluorescent Mineral Room at the University of Wyoming.

When I read your stories I feel that everything becomes more accurately balanced out and then I feel calmer, I feel “better.” There is an attempt, I feel, in your writing, to not give anything more “importance” or “weight” than anything else, and to not “rule out” anything. It is like how a child sees things -- without preconception. Or more accurately, maybe, how a robot or tree would see things -- without even the preconception of consciousness. Do you write or read to feel calmer, to feel less scared of death and other mysteries, to feel less “bad”?

JW: No.

You write about nonexistence a lot, about being either not-yet-born or “dead,” and have been focused on this pretty steadily, in your writing, for more than 30 years -- speculating on what it actually is (to not exist), making jokes about it, and “trying out” ways to feel and think about it. Has this affected your life in concrete reality, do you think, as opposed to someone who thinks less, and less creatively and originally, about not existing?

JW: Annie Dillard quotes someone who ventured that “the worst part of being dead must be the first night.” The themes you mention are in the new novel I’m working on as well. Back to the non-expressible. I so wish I were smarter! All art deals with the peculiarity, the strangeness of our situation. We do all this stuff -- we think, we marvel, we despair, we care -- and then we die. That makes no sense. Surely we should be spending our time differently since that is the case, but how? With the injustice, the political stupidity, the destruction of the natural world, it is tempting to believe (in our non-believing) that things are not what they seem, that there is a link between the dead and the unborn that can replenish the void we know awaits each of us and all we love.

What things have made you feel excited in your life?

JW: Excited? Why do you ask?

You said about The Changeling, “That book was just destroyed. It was an awful experience. […] I felt at the time that some of the reviewers wanted me to die. They just wanted me to stop writing. They were saying, ‘We have other writers out there who we have to deal with and all the writers yet unborn, so please go away.’” Your recent novel, The Quick and The Dead, however, received a lot of praise from almost every reviewer and was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. Why do you think “critics” reacted differently to the two different novels?

JW: The late '70s were a tough time for women novelists. We were supposed to be feminist, engaged, angry. It was really, weirdly, a very conformist time. (Of course, Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon came out around then and she avoided those problems profoundly and beautifully.) The Changeling is about a guilty young drunk named Pearl on an island with feral children. The prose is lushly stark and imaginative, the method magical, even demented. Feminism did not need a guilty drunk! The Quick and the Dead had larger, more charming and annoying characters and a bigger theme. It’s a better book. It was published in 2000, a millennium baby. Maybe people were more willing to contemplate the straits between the living and the dead. Still, the critics didn’t like it that much.

Throughout the '70s and '80s there was a term, “K-Mart Realism,” or “Minimalism,” that journalists used for a group of writers you were sometimes mentioned with -- Raymond Carver, Ann Beattie, Bobbie Ann Mason, Frederick Barthelme, etc. Did -- and are -- you interested or excited by work from that “group” of writers?

JW: Of the ones you mention, it’s Carver who’s the stand-out, and he very much disliked the term minimalism as it was applied to his own work. The editor Gordon Lish was the maestro of minimalism and under his uncanny pencil, many an ordinary story became a very good one. Minimalism as a productive style can be very affective, alarming and satisfying, but I don’t think there ever was a pure strain of it. For a time, it was just a kettle into which many a strange fish were flung. Now with America’s miniaturization of not irrelevance in the world, it might return to the short story in grim and freshened renewal. Certainly the days of the giddy blowhard are over. I hope.

I feel like your writing has become more concrete and less abstract over time. There are more scenes and more of a narrative, I feel, especially in your last two books, The Quick and the Dead& Honored Guest, than in your first books, specifically State of Grace & The Changeling. I like your writing more with each new book. It seems funnier and calmer now to me, I can picture things easier, the sentences feel to me more interesting like you spent more time selecting each sentence that is allowed in each story. I feel like most writers become more abstract over time, you seem like the exception to me. Do you ever think about this? Why do you think you became more concrete over time, or do you not think (or have not thought about) that?

JW: A writer is always seeing pitfalls inherent in a skill he thinks he’s already mastered. You write, you change, everything changes. The pressures on language fail to evoke the desired effect. The “gift” you feel you may have undeservedly received can’t be used for everything. The dependable friend has become untrustworthy. Your ear goes, or confidence that the delivering word will appear, erodes. You get sick of fulfilling your characters, your ease with Time evaporates. Endings, beginnings, impossible. Strategies change. It never gets easier, that’s for certain. Abstraction in fiction is supposed to be bad, but it can be just the struck match that illuminates. Much of a writer’s work is to unexpress the expressible as well as the opposite. And the “concrete” is essential to both.

At the end of one of your essays on writing you said, “None of this is what I long to say. I long to say other things. I write stories in my attempt to say them.” Is there mostly just one thing that you long to say, so that you try, in each story, to “say it all,” to express that one thing, or are there different things that you long to say, each requiring a different story?

JW: The conundrum of literature is that it is not supposed to say anything. Often a reader can enjoy a story or novel simply because he can admire the writer’s skill in getting out of it.

In Corinthians there is this passage: Behold, I show you a great mystery: we shall not all sleep but we will all be changed… in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye… This is one of those terrifying Biblical passages, though not as terrifying as many others, that addresses the unspeakable heart of our human situation and commands us to be aware. The best stories, I think, always contain this annunciation of awareness, no matter how cloaked. Emerson said, “No one suspects the days to be gods.” Stories can’t be gods of course. Maybe little godlets.

Do you have an “ideal” that you strive for (some already existing story, novel, movie, or song that you think of) when you write a short story? A novel?

JW: No. The first note must be sounded and why have it be another’s? To name an ideal and then seek to riff it anew is an exercise for writers’ workshops.

What story or novel writers, if any, do you feel are (or were) trying to “get at” the same things you are?

JW: I can tell you who I admire greatly -- writers who always move and trouble me -- Sebald, Coetzee, Delillo. They are rigorous, merciless novelists of great beauty and integrity.

Do you like to be around people and go to parties and drink alcohol?

JW: Not really. I’m shy.



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Book

Joy Williams Honored Guest
Vintage

'With her singular brand of gorgeous dark humor, Joy Williams explores the various ways–comic, tragic, and unnerving—we seek to accommodate diminishment and loss. A masseuse breaks her rich client's wrist bone, a friend visits at the hospital long after she is welcome, and a woman surrenders her husband to a creepily adoring student. From one of our most acclaimed writers, Honored Guest is a rich examination of our capacity for transformation and salvation.'-- Vintage



Excerpt

She had been having a rough time of it and thought about suicide sometimes, but suicide was so corny and you had to be careful in this milieu which was eleventh grade because two of her classmates had committed suicide the year before and between them they left twenty-four suicide notes and had become just a joke. They had left the notes everywhere and they were full of misspellings and pretensions. Theirs had been a false show. Then this year a girl had taken an overdose of Tylenol which of course did nothing at all, but word of it got out and when she came back to school her locker had been broken into and was full of Tylenol, just jammed with it. Like, you moron. Under the circumstances, it was amazing that Helen thought of suicide at all. It was just not cool. You only made a fool of yourself. And the parents of these people were mocked too. They were considered to be suicide-enhancing, evil and weak, and they were ignored and barely tolerated. This was a small town. Helen didn't want to make it any harder on her mother than circumstances already had.

Her mother was dying and she wanted to die at home, which Helen could understand, she understood it perfectly, she'd say, but actually she understood it less well than that and it had become clear it wasn't even what needed to be understood. Nothing needed to be understood.

There was a little brass bell on her mother's bedside table. It was the same little brass bell that had been placed at Helen's command when she had been a little girl, sick with some harmless little kid's sickness. She had just to reach out her hand and ring the bell and her mother would come or even her father. Her mother never used the bell now and kept it there as sort of a joke, actually. Her mother was not utterly confined to bed. She moved around a bit at night and placed herself, or was placed by others, in other rooms during the day. Occasionally one of the women who had been hired to care forher during the day would even take her for a drive, out to see the icicles or go to the bank window. Her mother's name was Lenore and sometimes in the night her mother would call out this name, her own, "Lenore!" in a strong, urgent voice and Helen in her own room would shudder and cry a little.

This had been going on for a while. In the summer Lenore had been diagnosed and condemned but she kept bouncing back, as the doctors put it, until recently. The daisies that bloomed in the fall down by the storm-split elm had come and gone, even the little kids at Halloween. Thanksgiving had passed without comment and it would be Christmas soon. Lenore was ignoring it. The boxes of balls and lights were in the cellar, buried deep. Helen had made the horrible mistake of asking her what she wanted for Christmas one nightand Lenore had said, "Are you stupid?" Then she said, "Oh, I don't mean to be so impatient, it's the medicine, my voice doesn't even sound right. Does my voice sound right? Get me something you'll want later. A piece of jewelry or something. Do you want the money for it?" She meant this sincerely.

At the beginning they had talked eagerly like equals. This was more important than a wedding, this preparation. They even laughed like girls together remembering things. They remembered when Helen was a little girl before the divorce and they were all driving somewhere and Helen's father was stopped for speeding and Lenore wanted her picture taken with the policeman and Helen had taken it. "Wasn't that mean!" Lenore said to Helen.

When Lenore died, Helen would go down to Florida and live with her father. "I've never had the slightest desire to visit Florida," Lenore would say. "You can have it."

At the beginning, death was giving them the opportunity to be interesting. This was something special. There was only one crack at this. But then they lost sight of it somehow. It became a lesser thing, more terrible. Its meaning crumbled. They began waiting for it. Terrible, terrible. Lenore had friends but they called now, they didn't come over so much. "Don't come over," Lenore would tell them, "it wears me out." Little things started to go wrong with the house, leaks and lights. The bulb in the kitchen would flutter when the water was turned on. Helen grew fat for some reason. The dog, their dog, began to change. He grew shy. "Do you think he's acting funny?" Lenore asked Helen.

She did not tell Helen that the dog had begun to growl at her. It was a secret growl, he never did it in front of anyone else. He had taken to carrying one of her slippers around with him. He was almost never without it. He cherished her slipper.

"Do you remember when I put Grecian Formula on his muzzle because he turned gray so young?" Lenore said. "He was only about a year old and began to turn gray? The things I used to do. The way I spent my time."

But now she did not know what to do with time at all. It seemed more expectant than ever. One couldn't satisfy it, one could never do enough for it.

She was so uneasy.

Lenore had a dream in which she wasn't dying at all. Someone else had died. People had told her this over and over again. And now they were getting tired of reminding her, impatient.

She had a dream of eating bread and dying. Two large loaves. Pounds of it, still warm from the oven. She ate it all, she was so hungry, starving! But then she died. It was the bread. It was too hot, was the explanation. There were people in her room but she was not among them.

When she woke, she could feel the hot, gummy, almost liquid bread in her throat, scalding it. She lay in bed on her side, her dark eyes open. It was four o'clock in the morning. She swung her legs to the floor. The dog growled at her. He slept in her room with her slipper but he growled as she made her way past him. Sometimes self-pity would rise within her and she would stare at the dog, tears in her eyes, listening to him growl. The more she stared, the more sustained was his soft growl.

She had a dream about a tattoo. This was a pleasant dream. She was walking away and she had the most beautiful tattoo covering her shoulders and back, even the back of her legs. It was unspeakably fine.

Helen had a dream that her mother wanted a tattoo. She wanted to be tattooed all over, a full custom bodysuit, but no one would do it. Helen woke protesting this, grunting and cold. She had kicked off her blankets. She pulled them up and curled tightly beneath them. There was a boy at school who had gotten a tattoo and now they wouldn't let him play basketball.

In the morning Lenore said, "Would you get a tattoo with me? We could do this together. I don't think it's creepy," she added. "I think you'll be glad later. A pretty one, just small somewhere. What do you think?" The more she considered it, the more it seemed the perfect thing to do. What else could be done? She'd already given Helen her wedding ring.

"I'll get him to come over here, to the house. I'll arrange it," Lenore said. Helen couldn't defend herself against this notion. She still felt sleepy, she was always sleepy. There was something wrong with her mother's idea but not much.

But Lenore could not arrange it. When Helen returned from school, her mother said, "It can't be done. I'm so upset and I've lost interest so I'll give you the short version. I called ... I must have made twenty calls. At last I got someone to speak to me. His name was Smokin' Joe and he was a hundred miles away but sounded as though he'd do it. And I asked him if there was any place he didn't tattoo, and he said faces, dicks and hands."

"Mom!" Helen said. Her face reddened.

"And I asked him if there was anyone he wouldn't tattoo, and he said drunks and the dying. So that was that."

"But you didn't have to tell him. You won't have to tell him," Helen said.

"That's true," Lenore said dispiritedly. Then she looked angrily at Helen. "Are you crazy? Sometimes I think you're crazy!"

"Mom!" Helen said, crying. "I want you to do what you want."

"This was my idea, mine!" Lenore said. The dog gave a high nervous bark. "Oh dear," Lenore said, "I'm speaking too loudly." She smiled at him as if to say how clever both of them were to realize this.

That night Lenore could not sleep. There were no dreams, nothing. High clouds swept slowly past the window. She got up and went into the living room, to the desk there. She looked with distaste at all the objects in this room. There wasn't one thing here she'd want to take with her to the grave, not one. The dog had shuffled out of the bedroom with her and now lay at her feet, a slipper in his mouth, a red one with a little bow. She wanted to make note of a few things, clarify some things. She took out a piece of paper. The furnace turned on and she heard something moving behind the walls. "Enjoy it while you can," she said. She sat at the desk, her back very straight, waiting for something. After a while she looked at the dog. "Give me that," she said. "Give me that slipper." He growled but did not leave her side. She took a pen and wrote on the paper, When I go, the dog goes. Promise me this. She left it out for Helen.

Then she thought, That dog is the dumbest one I've ever had. I don't want him with me. She was amazed she could still think like this. She tore up the piece of paper. "Lenore!" she cried, and wrung her hands. She wanted herself. Her mind ran stumbling, panting, through dark twisted woods.

When Helen got up she would ask her to make some toast. Toast would taste good. Helen would press the Good Morning letters on the bread. It was a gadget, like a cookie cutter. When the bread was toasted, the words were pressed down into it and you dribbled honey into them.

In the morning Helen did this carefully, as she always had. They sat together at the kitchen table and ate the toast. Sleet struck the windows. Helen looked at her toast dreamily, the golden letters against the almost black. They both liked their toast almost black.

Lenore felt peaceful. She even felt a little better. But it was a cruelty to feel a little better, a cruelty to Helen.

"Turn on the radio," Lenore said, "and find out if they're going to cancel school." If Helen stayed home today she would talk to her. Important things would be said. Things that would still matter years and years from now.

Callers on a talk show were speaking about wolves. "There should be wolf control," someone said, "not wolf worship."

"Oh, I hate these people," Helen said.

"Are you a wolf worshipper?" her mother asked. "Watch out."

"I believe they have the right to live too," Helen said fervently. Then she was sorry. Everything she said was wrong. She moved the dial on the radio. School would not be canceled. They never canceled it.

"There's a stain on that blouse," her mother said. "Why do your clothes always look so dingy? You should buy some new clothes."

"I don't want any new clothes," Helen said.

"You can't wear mine, that's not the way to think. I've got to get rid of them. Maybe that's what I'll do today. I'll go through them with Jean. It's Jean who comes today, isn't it?"

"I don't want your clothes!"

"Why not? Not even the sweaters?"

Helen's mouth trembled.

"Oh, what are we going to do!" Lenore said. She clawed at her cheeks. The dog barked.

"Mom, Mom," Helen said.

"We've got to talk, I want to talk," Lenore said. What would happen to Helen, her little girl ...

Helen saw the stain her mother had noticed on the blouse. Where had it come from? It had just appeared. She would change if she had time.

"When I die, I'm going to forget you," Lenore began. This was so obvious, this wasn't what she meant. "The dead just forget you. The most important things, all the loving things, everything we ..." She closed her eyes, then opened them with effort. "I want to put on some lipstick today," she said. "If I don't, tell me when you come home."

Helen left just in time to catch the bus. Some of her classmates stood by the curb, hooded, hunched. It was bitter out.

In the house, Lenore looked at the dog. There were only so many dogs in a person's life and this was the last one in hers. She'd like to kick him. But he had changed when she'd gotten sick, he hadn't been like this before. He was bewildered. He didn't like it-death-either. She felt sorry for him. She went back into her bedroom and he followed her with the slipper.

At nine, the first in a number of nurse's aides and companions arrived. By three it was growing dark again. Helen returned before four.

"The dog needs a walk," her mother said.

"It's so icy out, Mom, he'll cut the pads of his feet."

"He needs to go out!" her mother screamed. She wore a little lipstick and sat in a chair wringing her hands.

Helen found the leash and coaxed the dog to the door. He looked out uneasily into the wet cold blackness. They moved out into it a few yards to a bush he had killed long before and he dribbled a few drops of urine onto it. They walked a little farther, across the dully shining yard toward the street. It was still, windless. The air made a hissing sound. "Come on," Helen said, "don't you want to do something?" The dog walked stoically along. Helen's eyes began to water with the cold. Her mother had said, "I want Verdi played at the service, Scriabin, no hymns." Helen had sent away for some recordings. How else could it be accomplished, the Verdi, the Scriabin ... Once she had called her father and said, "What should we do for Mom?"

"Where have you been!" her mother said when they got back. "My God, I thought you'd been hit by a truck."

They ate supper, macaroni and cheese, something one of the women had prepared. Lenore ate without speaking and then looked at the empty plate.




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p.s. Hey. Bad sleep last night. Effects are likely. ** Adrienne White, Hi, Adrienne! Thank you, pal! How awesome to see you! How are you? What's up? ** Scunnard, Hi, Jared. Then it is a very strange saying. Guess I'll google its history or something. Thanks about the grouping. No, I don't think it's just you, though I can't explain why I agree. Weird. Cool, I'll get with the Herzog. Everything is better with him ladled into it. Wow, I'm blanking on who Metzger is. There's one of those bad sleep effects I was talking about. I just googled metzger and was informed that it's a German word meaning butcher. So maybe it will change your life whatever it is. ** David Ehrenstein, Well, then plane viewing it will be. I love synchronicity. I didn't like 'Igby'. Everyone I know who knows it seems to like it. I should try it again. ** Keaton, Straws rule, it's true. Give me a straw to play with at the most boring dinners, and I'm okay. Who's Ben Cooper? I should know that. Cool back story on your stack. I'm going to go revisit it. I love clues. Who's Sherri Moon Zombie? I should know that. Things in Paris are kind of stressful and exhausting. The movie-making is in a stressful, exhausting short phase. Growing pains. Totally natural, but may they end soon. Wow, you did a gif stack-ette. It has a nice, slow, rolling rhythm. I like that. Gif stacks are mostly all about rhythm for me. Cool. More! ** Sypha, The first 'Expendables' was fun like the second one. Maybe not quite as fun, but fun. Worth wasting time with maybe. Sorry about the publisher lack of response. Really hard to know what it means, which isn't a positive thing. But, yeah, I mean, I guess a back-up plan can't hurt. Ugh, sorry. How can they not want it? That's what I keep thinking. ** Steevee, Hey. Yeah, I tried a little Strypes. I see what you mean. They're like the blues rock Future Islands or something. I guess I don't really mind young bands wanting to get with something they consider authentic, but it's not that exciting to me for sure. I think the way they look must be part of the buzz. A Jake Bugg kind of situation. Assuming their excited fan base is young, I always try to assume there can be something new that's encoded into the sound of a band that sounds retro to me that I can't get due to having the older associations. And that's fair, I think. I mean to disqualify oneself due to the possibility that more experience has infected one's judgement with jadedness. I don't know. I wasn't excited by what I heard. Oh, I think there's quite good, fresh punk-slash-post-punk being made by seemingly heterosexual guys these days. I mean Iceage and that whole Danish post-punk scene has a lot of really good stuff coming out of it, just off the top of my head. ** _Black_Acrylic, That Keine Ahnung song is cool. Kind of DAF. Thank you about the post. That's nice to hear. Yeah, if you remember, let me know if that doc gets itself situated in a more internationally accessible spot. I'd definitely love to see it. ** Kier, Hi, K. Thank you. Oh, the post started because of that plastic tubes talk that you and I had. I wanted to make a post about plastic tubes, but there kind of wasn't enough interesting stuff out there to do it, so I broadened the post's horizons to plastic enclosures, and that kind of worked. That's how it happened. There's brown film? See, I didn't know that. How curious. You have a nice vacation coming up, very cool. Northern Norway must be so beautiful if the middle of Norway is anything to go by. Do you like your family members up there? Ouch. About the knees/dirt effect. Uh, yesterday was kind of a very mixed bag, all film stuff. I checked out the location of the next scene, and it's fantastic. There's a so-so pic of it that was posted on my FB wall by the film's art director if you want to see it and can. That was good. But then two of the performers, one of them a main one, cancelled out, which is very bad 'cos I already have to find a bunch of performers to audition for the last scene, and now I have to find yet another main performer even much faster for Zac to check out when he gets back from his vacation, and, yeah, I'm just kind of overwhelmed with stuff to do, and yesterday it got to me, and so yesterday kind of sucked all in all. What can you do. I have to get back on the horse or whatever today. And your Tuesday? How was it? ** Bill, Hi. Yes, that post did totally have to do with the plastic tubes talk between Kier and you and me. You're in Austria? Wow, you are shuttling all over thep lace this year. Crazy, in a great way. No, I haven't seen Carter's new film yet. Yeah, he did 'Bugcrush', which is very nice, and this horror movie called 'The Ruins', and a documentary about Janes Addiction, and I think maybe one other film. ** Mark Doten, Hi, Mark. I just wrote to you. And you wrote back to me. Not a minute before I typed this. I like having all this Mark in my life right now. February! That's even sooner than I imagined. Oh, man, that's so exciting! Your novel's gonna be a world changer, man. Word. I have really good instincts about that kind of stuff. Wow! ** Misanthrope, Hi. Right, so I think I was right about why Strypes are at least partly cool and popular, assuming they are. I wonder if they would let you fuck them all at the same time. Huh. Tough question to answer right there. Oh, the young one fucked the old one in the porn? I'm always surprised that there's an audience for that for some reason that would be probably self-indicting if I actually if I thought about it. Oh, no, I haven't sent the yen yet. Shit. I will pronto. At least it's not lost in the mail. Tell him I'm sorry to be slow, and I'll get it over there fast. Really? I like plastic. Well, duh. I like dangerous innocent looking things. ** Rewritedept, Another plastic scaredy-cat, ha ha. Yeah, I don't know, I guess I like its evil side or something. My day wasn't so hot as I mentioned up above somewhere, but oh well. Today's another day and all that shit. Hope yours is excellent whether mine is or not. ** Right. Joy Williams is one of my very favorite fiction writers, and the spotlit book today is one of her books, all of which are fantastic, and I'm happy to draw your attention to her work today. If you haven't read her, oh, you should. See you tomorrow.

Gig #60: Of late 10: Siinai, The Bug, The Austerity Program, Shabazz Palaces, Owen Pallett, Eleh, Asian Women on the Telephone, Electric Funeral, Sue Tompkins, NGLY, Lee Gamble, Oren Ambarchi

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SiinaiShopping Trance
'Siinai are progressive kraut-rockers from Finland, and their new album Supermarket is due out June 17 via Splendour. As you may have surmised from both the album title, and the title of their new track “Shopping Trance,” the project is an attempt to make “a soundtrack for the supermarket nations. “Shopping Trance” most certainly fits the bill: an 8-minute churning swath of groove that plods along like one might plod along through aisles of frozen french fries and Frosted Mini Wheats. Also, just like your average trip to the grocery store, it starts out determined and on a mission, mathematical in precision and execution — but eventually gets distracted, slowing after about six-and-a-half minutes when our focused eyes glaze into supermarket eyes, lost in the aisles.'-- Stereogum






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The BugSave Me
'The latest offering from the The Bug, Angels & Devils, escapes the London cage, drawing on it for influence yet blowing it up into a world-view now seen from Kevin Martin's new Berlin home. A record that simultaneously draws on London Zoo, completes a triptych cycle which started with his Bug debut Pressure, and fills the spaces between and inserts what was missing previously. Both a year zero re-set and a continuation of what has been. Like the Bowie/Eno classic Low, or Can's Tago Mago, the album is split into two distinct themes and explorations of light & dark. Bringing the angel & devil voices together under a single common banner. Antagonist at times, but not solely for the sake of being antagonistic, there's a beauty and lush sparseness to be found within, even when at its most chaotic.'-- ninjatune.net






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The Austerity ProgramSong 30
'A grim smile flickers out from behind many of the songs on Beyond Calculation, the second full-length album from NYC duo The Austerity Program. In the grand tradition of post-punk’s noisier offspring, The Austerity Program approach some of the darkest corners of the human experience with their teeth bared like grinning apes circled by predators they can’t fend off. Tales of mundane cruelty, of neighborhood assholes and cyberbullies, are elevated to mythic stature and set beside images of genuine horror and hardship. The album is littered with the debris of those who have shattered themselves against the malevolent or just plain indifferent forces encroaching upon their world.'-- Tiny Mix Tapes






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Shabazz Palaces#CAKE
'Herein bumps and soars Lese Majesty, the new sonic action of Shabazz Palaces. Honed and primal, chromed and primo. A unique and glorified offering into our ever-uniforming musical soundscape. Lese Majesty is a beatific war cry, born of a spell, acknowledging that sophistication and the instinctual are not at odds; Indeed an undoing of the lie of their disparate natures. Lese Majesty is not a launching pad for the group’s fan base increasing propaganda. It is a series of astral suites, recorded happenings, shared. A dare to dive deep into Shabazz Palaces sounds, vibrations unfettered. A dope-hex thrown from the compartments that have artificially contained us all and hindered our sublime collusion.'-- Sub Pop






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Owen PallettSong for Five & Six
'Unlike fellow Toronto-raised musician Drake, interviews are not like confessions for Oscar-nominated arranger/composer/conductor/songwriter/compulsive violin looper Owen Pallett. Instead, they are spirited debates with lofty goals in mind: The 34-year-old is adamant that he'll "do anything within my power as a gay, white, Canadian male to assist in improving the relationship between creatives and consumers.” This diplomacy appears to have carried over to his latest baroque art-pop album, In Conflict, which replaces the sci-fi and RPG-based subject matter of his previous work with what sounds like more autobiographical themes. But when I ask him if he has role models in terms of confessional songwriting, he snaps back: “I have a problem with your choice of the word 'confessional.’ I hate the word ‘confessional’ or ‘cathartic.’ I think those terms are vaguely misogynistic and always applied to female songwriters. And it's like, 'Well, what do men do? Do they have something they need to get off their chest?'”'-- Ian Cohen






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ElehObservation Wheel
'The stuff that Eleh sets in motion from whatever electronic sound generators he/she deploys represents a measured and methodical paring away of all that might appear superfluous, baroque and rococo. Each of the tracks here consists of just a handful and discrete (and discreet) but highly charged sound events that emerge, overlap, recede and reverberate at critical frequencies over extended durations. At certain crucial points this approach serves as a formula for opening a portal what David Toop has referred to as the dark void, that spectral realm magicked into being (or exposed by) the drone, in which audio apparitions and chimeras dance through smoke and mirrors, suggesting the existence of occult planes and dimensions, multiple other realities, worlds within worlds.'-- Tony Herrington, The Wire






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Asian Women on the Telephonelive
'In a basement club near the Kremlin, a recording of howling wolves moaned through thick fog. A boy beside me said something in broken English; I asked him to repeat it and he said “The music — it’s mostly about wolves.” Asian Women on the Telephone are a startling phenomenon to behold live. Their homemade costumes are always changing and evolving, and their sound lies somewhere between experimental punk and junkyard machinery. For the trio of drummer Nikita, synth player Max and vocalist/bass player Nastya, it’s the sound of their inner beasts. Born in 2007 from the ashes of three underground stations – Lubyanka, Park Kulturi and Domodedovo – a Moscow experimental outfit ASIAN WOMEN ON THE TELEPHONE is one of the new Russian avant-garde movement’s most innovative and successful hands.'-- Electronic Beats






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Electric FuneralOrder from Disorder
'Swedish harsh noise punk act Electric Funeral is not for people who value conventional structures, ample production, clarity of lyrics, joyous attitudes, or any combination thereof. Total Funeral, which will come out via Southern Lord on July 22, collects the entire discography from the solo project of Jocke D-Takt, and it's highly recommended if you are into Disclose and D-Clone. Like those bands, Electric Funeral takes the static tone of Discharge's Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing and magnifies it to the point where it becomes power electronics with live drums. Admittedly, this collection is a LOT to take in at once, but it's all the Electric Funeral you'll ever need. The only reason to listen to this is to torture yourself.'-- Andy O'Connor






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Sue Tompkins Grow Fins
'Working with fragments of language gathered from everyday encounters and experiences, Tompkins’ practice incorporates text, sound, installation and performance. She is best known as vocalist for the now defunct indie rock band Life Without Buildings. Made up of text that is original, altered or borrowed, the strength of Tompkins’ work is in its disruption of verbal communication. Through complex yet eloquent layerings of repetition, non-sequential juxtaposition and re-contextualisation, Tompkins reinvigorates and gives new meaning to language.'-- collaged






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NGLYSpeechless Tape
'The occult project (a revitalization of lost/forgotten knowledges) has largely fallen by the wayside in the light of rationalistic, humanistic models, but NGLY hearkens them back, locating powers that might rightly be called inhuman. The key comes with “Speechless Tape,” the asymptotic anti-climax of their new EP. An obviously ironical contradiction between title and content reveals itself not with a smirk, but with a distant stare fixated somewhere beneath long, greasy hair. It’s truly a successful occult project, as “Speechless Tape” doesn’t work from a paradigm of desire-enhancement, but from precisely the opposite: it stays calm in the face of unendurable entropies. No synthesis, no assimilation, no recuperation, but an immense power made manageable only through a vital act of disengagement.'-- Tiny Mix Tapes






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Lee GamblePlos 97s
'With albums that explore sonic abstraction and decomposition in deliberately warped and murky ways, forward-looking British producer Lee Gamble operates on the cerebral fringes of modern electronic music. A founding member of the austere Cyrk collective, Gamble and his heavily processed computer music recently joined the ranks of experimental label PAN. His two exquisite 2012 releases deconstruct visceral body music with academic rigueur, as ghostly sounds are processed beyond recognition. Whether it be his sublime jungle/d’n’b deconstructions of mid-1990s mixtapes onDiversions 1994–1996 or his adventurous techno disfigurement on Dutch Tvashar Plumes, Gamble crafts complex atmospheres and twisted arrangements. When performing live, he imbues his compositions with a playfulness that doesn’t compromise his experimental roots – the very framework for his densely layered sonic palette.'-- mutek






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Oren AmbarchiRhubarb
'From modest beginnings, in the last two decades Oren Ambarchi has risen to become one of the world's best-known experimental musicians, whose work crosses genres and boundaries with ease. His initial fame arose from a series of solo records released by Touch that brought him recognition more in electronic circles than in the improvised music world where much of his work now resides, but Ambarchi has never been one to stand still for long. Initially inspired by Japanese noise hero Keiji Haino to find his own approach to the guitar, the Australian went from admirer of the Japanese legend to a friend and performing partner in barely a decade, and they now regularly record and play together in various formations. At this point, Ambarchi's list of collaborators on record is as impressive for its length as for the names it contains - as well as Haino, it includes Sunn O)))'s Stephen O'Malley and Greg Anderson, Jim O'Rourke, Fire!, Z'EV, Fennesz and Robin Fox - many of whom have made important contributions to 20th and 21st century experimental music.'-- The Quietus







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p.s. Hey. ** Bill, Greetings to Linz. I've never been there, but, for some reason, based on the name, I have a picture in my head of a quite pretty, scenic place. Off or on? Are you playing in Ars Electronica? I was just reading about it somewhere, I think in The Wire. Very cool in any case. What's happening? Yeah, 'Honored Guest' rules. She is so good. I've always really want to meet her. Her PR interview is terrific, no surprise. Enjoy your day and tell me what you did and saw, please. ** Adrienne White, Howdy, Adrienne! How was Nick Cave? Nice about the New Jersey trip. Where in New Jersey? Oh, I think that's plenty exciting, and my life is very excitement-impaired these days, so I'm even envious. ** Scunnard, Yeah, nice quotes, right? She's a great sentence maker/nailer. I don't know if Metzger is big in France, but the name totally escaped me until you clued me in. Anyway, it's not just you. There were/are at least two of us. Only one of us now. I feel so alone. I guess stress is part and parcel re: a project like this. I'm trying to turn it into fuel. Environmentally friendly fuel. Solar power, I guess. Wow, it doesn't feel like solar power. Solar power seems like it must be so zen. ** David Ehrenstein, Indeed! ... All the boys and girls! I'll try 'Igby' again one of these days. I only remember that I found it too cutesy and clever-clever, but I don't remember why. I know that Christophe's film is finished. He might still be toying with it a bit in post. I don't know a huge amount about it. I'm sure it's going to be great. Have you seen the trailer? If not, it's here. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hi, Johnny! If I may call you Johnny. Tricks are tricky in the not so good way, but what the heck, right? I'm surprised I haven't heard the new Swans either. It's rather inexplicable. I'll put that absence in the past asap. Well, I've been having to keep my mouth shut about the Scott0))) project for quite a while, me being buds with Stephen and all. I haven't actually heard it yet, but the word among the listener cognoscenti is that it's amazing, no surprise. But, yeah it's a crazy thing. And there's even more on that front that remains inside my forcibly closed mouth for now. We'll be filming through the first week of September, and then it moves into the editing phase. When it's finished, which is supposed to be by the end of the year, and then when it's through post, which should be by early next year, the producers will submit it to festivals. It already has a distribution deal and DVD release guarantee in the US because the US distribution company put money into the project. I think there is some European distribution in place, but I don't know what. All of that is vague at the moment, but I assume the film will at least start being seen by early/mid next year. My Monday wasn't so hot, but I'm hoping for better for today. How was your Tuesday? What happened? ** Kier, Hi, K! Wow, really, you bought 'HG'. She's so great! I hope you like it. Blue film! Ooh. Wow, you really scored with all that stuff yesterday. Oh, Kate Bush ... you know, I don't really know all that much of her stuff, strangely. I mostly only know the 80s stuff, 'Running Up that Hill' and that era. But hardly anything since, for no good reason. So I think she seems pretty great, but I'm kind of a Kate Bush innocent. What do you recommend I get? I'll get whatever you tell me that I should get. Oh, crap, I see that the rash on your arms has turned into boils! I'm so sorry. Shouldn't they have made you wear long sleeves or long gloves or something? Shit. Did the doctor give you something to start getting that fixed? Major hugs, my friend! ** Steevee, Hi. From my limited investigation, it does seem like Strypes have a least a bunch of young fans. Oh, the 'authentic' thing, right. That's so uninteresting. That 'the stuff I grew up listening to is authentic because I personally have an emotional attachment to the style of music made when I was young' argument is so gross. As is the guitars = authenticity argument. Oh, well, I guess it's all very harmless. ** Etc etc etc, Hi, man. She's great! Ugh, hustling. Oh, I just saw yesterday on Facebook that Lazy Fascist Press is currently reading submissions, if you want to try them. They're a terrific press. Here's a link to their FB page. Sure, send me a chunk or a few pages, cool. It'll take me a while to read them because I'm completely overwhelmed with film project stuff for at least the next two weeks, but I would be very interested to read that. That 'much bigger thing' you're working on sounds kind of really mouthwatering. Yeah, my novel. The aforementioned film thing has really cut into my work on it of late, but I'm angling to get back to it asap, and I'm very excited about it. Take care, Casey. ** Sypha, Hi. Yeah, ha ha, I figured you'd be into Jake Bugg. Well, like I said, I sort of find it hard to believe that they won't want your/Oscar's book, but, yeah, no harm in widening your fishing grounds. ** Keaton, I've never heard of an Italian soda. Maybe France erased my memory. I did meet them both. Nah, I would just watch them skeptically but politely. Wife of Rob Zombie, gotcha. Wow, I really should have been able to guess that one. Gif stacks are really tough and interesting. Obviously, I'm kind of addicted to making them. I think gif stacks are a important new form, and I fully intend to go down in history as one of the forms early serious attempters. Yeah, I do. Have you actually read Joy Williams? Based on what I've read of your writing, I would have thought you'd be into her prose. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. How was the Franz West show? That sounds promising. I guess I think he's kind of uneven, but I think some of his work is really something. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Hm, a favorite Joy Williams. That's hard. I honestly really love everything I've read by her, which is almost all of her books, I think. Yeah, I can't come up with just one. Do you have a fave of hers? I think Zac has that new French 'Providence' DVD. We've been planning to watch it for weeks. It's a must have for absolutely sure, as is that R-G box obviously. ** Misanthrope, Oh, you have, have you? Or if you're a younger top guy into older bottoms. Obviously, that's a thing too. Everything's a thing. There are things for everyone out there. Things so thingy that I often sit back and fold my arms and say, 'Huh'. ** Rewritedept, Hey. Oh, your excerpt will appear in a workshop for sure a week from this coming Saturday. It's all set. Yesterday was not an improvement, and I'll leave it at that, ha ha. No, I haven't read the sample other than kind of skimming it when I was setting up the post. I'll read it carefully between now and the workshop day. I really just do not have any brain power at the moment that isn't taxed out and maxed out by this film stuff, and I'm sorry for the delay. I hear you about life stress at the moment big time. High five. ** Okay. Up there is one of those gig posts I do showcasing music I've been listening to lately and liking enough to suggest that you discover it yourselves. Enjoy. See you tomorrow.

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p.s. Hey. Like always re: gif favoring posts, regrets re: the time it took to load ** David Ehrenstein, It does look really good, doesn't it. I'm exciting. Hoping to get an early peek at it soonish. That looks like a great piece on R-G. Wow, thank you a lot for passing it along. I'm about to be all over it. ** Keaton, Hey. I'm a labor intensive gif combining guy, hopefully with pay-off. Yeah, her writing is so incredibly not sloppy and trite, wow, weird. I'm all not about the story, I guess. You're such a hard head sometimes, it's funny. All or nothing. I'm so not about the all or nothing, I guess. 'Uncrafted shit': hardly. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much. Wow, did I just type that stupid sentence? I'm sleepy, and extended bad sleep is catching up with me, and I'm tired. Apologies. Get happier with your writing, man. Get with the program. The program of your fans. ** Steevee, Ha ha, thanks. Have you heard the Shabazz Palaces album? It's pretty wild and amazing, I think. ** _Black_Acrylic, That's interesting. I wondered if you knew Sue Tompkins's work. I only recently discovered it. I was reading about 'Orange Brainwash Tribute', and I really want to see that. The link didn't meet France's approval, true, but I'll see if it's elsewhere. Thank you. I didn't know about Hayley. Cool, thank you again. Great about the Franz West show, very nice. Back to Dundee! Good luck with the Studio Jamming prep. ** Kier, Hi, K. Oh, ugh, suck, so sorry about your arms, that's awful. I don't know '964 Pinocchio', but what a weird, good title. I'll check it out. I've never had sleep paralysis, but it's super eerie in its imagined form. Do they know what it is and what causes it? Okay, I'll download 'The Dreaming'. I guess she's doing a concert or series of them in London for the first time in, like, 30 years or something? People on FB were losing their shit trying to buy tickets a while back. Thanks about the casting call. I hope it works too. Too early to tell. Aw, thanks about my hugging abilities. My day was ... film film film, as usual. Figuring stuff out or trying to. A lot of deciding on the Krampus costumes because we have to buy or make arrangements to rent them today because my last remaining in-town film collaborator, our Art Director Emilie, leaves town tomorrow, after which I will be entirely on my own with the film work/prep. I made that casting call thing. Someone I know was an asshole to me for no reason that I can understand, and I was confused about that for a while. I don't know, it wasn't a great day, but things got done or started to get done. Plus, I'm not sleeping well of late, and that caught up with me yesterday. Blah blah, whine whine. Today will hopefully be better. How are your arms today? What did you do? ** Torn porter, Hi, Mr. Porter! That's okay about the disappearing. Things happen and all of that. Our film is in an inbetween, lots of work and planning phase that's kind of difficult, but I imagine this part will pass successfully. In general, it's going really well. Yeah, finding a tall tattooed guy in the Bar Area, if you're still there, does indeed sound like it wouldn't be too, too hard. Weird. What other attributes is he required to have? Yeah, I really like the new White Lung album quite a bit. I'd love to see them. I'll check the listings. So, are you doing well in general? ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. The Bug and Shabazz Palaces albums are really good. The Shabazz Palaces album is really out there and kind of amazing, at least on early listens. I haven't heard the entire Owen Pallett album yet, but the, let's see, four tracks I've heard are really good. Oh, man, really lucky you on that Merge 25th concert! Wow. What's Superchunk like live now? Back when, they were one of the best ever live bands, in my opinion, but I love their early albums a whole lot. Did Destroyer play with a band? What was it like? I recently decided that I think maybe 'Yer Blues' is my all-time favorite album. Did Polvo play? I love Polvo. Any report on that fest you want to give would be highly appeciated. Best of luck on the Baltimore reading. Break everyone's legs. Will do about the 'Providence' DVD. Enjoy everything! ** Schlix, Hi, Uli! Thank you about the gig. Eleh is great, yeah. I don't know for sure, but I would be pretty surprised if Peter Rehberg doesn't know them. I'll ask Stephen. Thanks about the casting call. Fingers crossed, yeah. And have a blast in Amsterdam. Tell me what you did and what you think of it. ** Misanthrope, Oh, sure, the young bottom into older tops is fairly prevalent from the online evidence I've seen. Young masters seeking old slaves is pretty common, for instance. ** Sypha, I don't know that press, no, except by name and via the names of some of its authors, but it sounds really good, so very best of luck with them! ** Rewritedept, Hi. Maybe they'll be perturbed in a positive way. Maybe you'll open their eyes. That's good thing about using that content, even though the opened eyes will always be outnumbered by the scrunched shut ones. Yesterday was much like the others. So it goes. Has to be. Progress isn't always a cake walk. Awesome about the art show thing. Take some installation shots, please. Love from this side of the pond. ** Etc etc etc, Hi! Thanks a bunch for the excerpts via Dropbox. I'll go get those in just a few minutes. And for the link to the rough but emblematic section. Bookmarked for my next entrance into fresh air. The film ... well, it was originally a porno a while back, but Zac and I revised it into something that's definitely not a porno but does revolve around sex and is explicit when the sex occurs. It's much more interesting than it was going to be in its porno days, or I sure hope so. Oh, cool, about you coming to Paris with your gf. I'll be in the midst of film stuff, but we can definitely meet up if you want and if you give me your coordinates when the time is right. That would be great! Take it easy, C. ** Right. Today you get one of my gif suites. I guess that's all there is to say about it. But I'll see you tomorrow.

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'Michael Lonsdale has made over 140 films with some of the greatest directors of our time, but the British-born, Paris-based actor is hardly what you'd call a high-profile movie star, choosing to take on character-driven roles rather than star parts in popcorn Hollywood hits. His presence on screen may sometimes be brief, yet it is unforgettable. With his 6-foot-1-inch frame, shuffling gait and rich, powerful voice, he exudes an imposing, magisterial aura, shaded with inscrutable mystery and a touch of ironic malice.

'At 79 years old, Mr. Lonsdale has played the gamut of religious roles —priests, abbots, cardinals, inquisitors—as well as countless aristocrats ranging from English lords to Louis XVI. Also a man of the theater, his circle of friends has included literary heavyweights like Marguerite Duras, Samuel Beckett and Eugene Ionesco, whose works he performed on stage in Paris in the 1960s. Perfectly bilingual, he moves easily between the bizarre shoe salesman in François Truffaut's Stolen Kisses and the campy bearded villain in the James Bond classic, Moonraker.

'When the actor moved to Paris in 1947, he began to study painting, but soon decided to take classes at Tania Balachova's acting school ("to overcome my shyness," he says). Mr. Lonsdale's first theatrical appearance in Paris was at age 24, and he hasn't stopped performing since. One of his most outstanding memories, he says, was working with Orson Welles in The Trial (1962), in which he had a brief role as a pastor. "We only shot for one night, but he must have done 20 takes for my scene. Welles was incredibly nice, and every few minutes, he'd keep asking me: 'Are you happy, Mr. Lonsdale?' Of course, I was thrilled." Another turning point was his role in Duras's experimental film India Song in 1974, where he plays the enigmatic tortured vice-consul, whose eerie howling rings out in the night. "It's still my most favorite role," the actor states. "It helped me exorcise the suffering I was going through at the time in my personal life."

'Although Hollywood continues to try to entice the actor with various scripts (Of Gods and Men was nominated for the Academy Awards in the Best Foreign Film category), Mr. Lonsdale is unequivocal. "My life is in Europe," he says. "I try to devote my life to a kind of cinema that is more than entertainment." The actor is currently shooting in Puglia, Italy, with director Ermanno Olmi for his coming role ("another priest!" he sighs) in a poetical saga called Il villaggio di cartone.

'These days, Of Gods and Men has boosted the actor's celebrity, but fame is about the last thing on his mind. "Michael is very humble and has a way of making you feel his love for humanity," says Mr. Comar, the producer. "He works with whomever he pleases and doesn't care whether they're well-known or not."-- collaged



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Michael Lonsdale @ IMDb
'Michael Lonsdale, un homme et un Dieu'
Michael Lonsdale # france culture
'Michael Lonsdale : “Avec Buñuel, j'ai vécu des moments délicieux”'
'Michael Lonsdale: "La foi m'a retourné"'
'Comédien des avant-gardes (Duras, Rivette, Eustache…), revenu au grand public avec Le Mystère de la chambre jaune, Michael Lonsdale s’amuse et se ravit de l’intérêt que lui portent aujourd’hui des cinéastes qui ont la moitié de son âge.'
'Michael Lonsdale, la vie est bure'
'Des hommes et des dieux - La confession de (Frère) Michael Lonsdale'
Brandon's movie memory: Michael Lonsdale'
'Michael Lonsdale - L'acteur qui joua Dieu et le diable'




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Extras


Michael Lonsdale profile & interview


Michael LONSDALE & Titi Robin : "Je parle avec Dieu"


Interview Michael Lonsdale 2009


Zarathoustra - Friedrich Nietzsche - Lecture : Michael Lonsdale



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Interview




Avant de jouer, je ne travaille pas les rôles, la façon dont je vais dire les phrases. Je n’en sais rien. Je suis de la famille des instinctifs. Comment cela ?

Michael Lonsdale : Absolument ! Je n’ose pas trop le dire parce que les gens vont croire que je ne suis pas sérieux… Mais voilà, le sens me vient quand je lis, et je m’ennuie beaucoup pendant les répétitions parce que j’ai envie de jouer tout de suite. Le cinéma, c’est un art de l’instant. Je n’ai pas besoin de préparer, rien. Sauf quand le metteur en scène me demande une chose plutôt qu’une autre, alors je me plie à ses volontés.

Votre professeur, Tania Balachova, inspirée par Stanislavski, vous demandait de "recomposer l’état intérieur du personnage » pour « trouver des motifs d’être heureux ou triste" .

ML: Oui, elle disait toujours qu’il ne faut pas jouer les mots, mais ce qu’il y a derrière. Sur Des hommes et des dieux [2010], j’ai improvisé plusieurs scènes, notamment avec la petite Algérienne, au début, quand elle me demande ce que c’est, l’amour. C’est venu comme ça. Ce rôle de Frère Luc, c’est celui d’un chrétien parfait, donné aux autres, sacrifié complètement : quarante ans d’infirmerie tous les jours de sept heures du matin jusqu’à parfois dix heures du soir. Et en plus il était asthmatique… je n’avais pas l’impression que c’était moi qui parlait, comme si c’était quelqu’un d’autre. Cette drôle d’alchimie m’est déjà arrivée quand j’ai joué le grand Russe, Saint-Séraphin de Sarov [1759-1833], voyant, prophète, dans Pomogui [Catherine Fantou-Gournay, 2007-08]. Luc, c’est un personnage universel. Il soignait même les terroristes…

Vous décrivez votre jeu comme "minimaliste", voire "très anglais".

ML: J’aime cette distanciation. Etre dedans sans y être… tout en étant. Ça vient naturellement, faut pas vous tracasser [il rit]. J’ai longtemps été assez maladroit et inquiet, sur les nerfs, mais ça a disparu, à partir de ma collaboration avec François Truffaut [La Mariée était en noir, 1967]. Dans Baisers volés [1968], je joue un personnage méprisant, insupportable, crétin. La scène de dîner avec Delphine Seyrig était écrite, mais pour celle à l’agence de détectives, il m’avait donné deux pages de texte. J’ai dit que je ne pouvais pas apprendre tout ça et il a répondu : "Ça fait rien, t’inquiète pas, improvise.""Il faut pour moitié aller au rôle, et pour moitié que le rôle vienne à vous. Si c’est le comédien qui l’emporte, ça ne va pas, et inversement." Si ça fait trop Lonsdale, ça ne va pas. Parfois, il y a des voix à modifier, mais… je dis ça comme ça, ce n’est pas une méthode précise. Ça dépend des partenaires aussi. Tahar Rahim, avec qui j’ai joué dans Les Hommes libres [Ismaël Ferroukhi, 2011], ne fait pas de chiqué : très simple, très vrai, très juste. C’est un très grand acteur.

Il y a une formule de vous que j’aime beaucoup : "On peut me reconnaître un certain goût pour l’informulé."

ML: Je laisse surgir une chose imprévue. Avec Bertrand Blier, ça s’était mal passé. Dans Les Acteurs [2000], il m’a refilé un rôle écrit pour Christian Clavier. Le deuxième jour, il m’a dit : "Ça manque de mystère." Mais moi, je ne fais du mystère que lorsqu’il y en a.

Quelle est la dernière chose en date que vous ayez apprise de votre jeu ?

ML: L’accent russe, quand j’ai joué Tourgueniev dans Le Chant des frênes, pendant deux mois, l’automne dernier. Un écrivain très complexe, très riche et très soucieux. J’ai pris l’accent avec des "r" roulés et des syllabes longues. "Booonjouuur", "Commeeeeennnt ça vaaaa ?", "Tu vaaas biiiien aujooouurrd’hui ?" [Petit rire malicieux] Tourgueniev, je le connais par cœur maintenant.

Les textes restent longtemps en mémoire ?

ML: J’oublie tout. Mais certains rôles demeurent : quand j’étudiais avec Tania Balachova, j’ai travaillé le merveilleux Trigorine de La Mouette de Tchekhov. Je l’ai joué quarante ans plus tard, je me souvenais de tout. Si je m’emmerde, j’oublie complètement. Des fois, je vois des vieux films et je me dis : "Mais qu’est-ce que je fais là-dedans ?", comme ceux de Gérard Oury [La Main chaude, 1959, L’Homme de l’avenue, 1961]. C’est avant Snobs ! de Jean-Pierre Mocky [1961], mon premier rôle important, magnifique : un monsieur qui prononce tous les "é" en "ai". Quel crétin aussi celui-là !

Votre rôle majeur, confiez-vous, c’est celui du vice-consul de France à Lahore dans India Song [1975], pour lequel Marguerite Duras vous demande de "parler faux".

ML: Oui, d’une voix étranglée. C’est difficile de parler faux.

Steven Spielberg, lui, dans Munich [2005], vous a repris sur la tonalité d’une phrase.

ML: Le héros [Eric Bana] est emmené à la campagne les yeux bandés, où il rencontre « Papa », homme de certain pouvoir. Je l’avais joué avec regret parce qu’il fait ça pour sauver son père très malade. Spielberg m’a dit : "Soyez impitoyable, il n’est pas de la famille." Sec, quoi.

Vous aimiez son travail ?

ML: Ah oui, Rencontre du troisième type [1977], c’est magnifique. J’étais mort de jalousie que François Truffaut ait été choisi dans le rôle du professeur Lacombe. A l’époque, ils avaient pensé à moi, puis ils ont pris Truffaut parce qu’il était plus connu. Mais pas très bon acteur ! [Il rit]

A quelle fréquence allez-vous au cinéma ?

ML: Des fois deux ou trois par semaine, des fois pas pendant un mois. Je vois aussi de vieux films à la télévision. C’est comme ça que j’ai découvert avec passion [le Hongrois] Béla Tarr, en zappant sur un plan très long de gens qui marchent dans la rue… je ne me souviens plus du titre… une histoire de « symphonie »… [Les Harmonies Werckmeister, 2000]. Il voulait que j’aille à Prague doubler un personnage, trois lignes, j’ai dit non, il est venu à Paris. J’étais un peu touché, on s’est pas mal promené à droite à gauche…

Sinon, vous avez trouvé Black Swan [Darren Aronovsky, 2011] "horrible" ?

ML: Horrible. Cette fille ambitieuse, cette mère épouvantable, ce metteur en scène odieux, oh là là… Et puis Natalie Portman, je l’ai connue sur Les Fantômes de Goya [Milos Forman, 2007], elle n’est pas sympathique du tout. Je disais bonjour en arrivant le matin, elle ne répondait même pas. Le film est raté, trop de misère. Forman voulait visiter l’Espagne, alors Jean-Claude Carrière [coscénariste] la lui a montrée, puis ils se sont dit en roulant que ça serait bien de tourner ici. Ce n’est pas une nécessité, ça. Il ne faut pas faire des choses pour se faire plaisir. Il faut que ça touche vraiment.

Et Moonraker [Lewis Gilbert, 1979], alors ? Le plaisir de jouer le méchant dans James Bond, ça ne compte pas ?

ML: C’est de la bande dessinée. On m’a dit : "Tu fais jamais de films commerciaux ", j’ai dit "bah je vais vous en faire un". 457 millions de spectateurs, c’est pas mal ! Je jouais ça à l’anglaise… avec ce géant de 2,18 m, Richard Kiel [Jaws], gentil comme tout. On est allé présenter le film à New York, trois mille invités, dont Frank Sinatra, tout le monde hurlait, sifflait, applaudissait…

Votre film préféré, c’est Ordet de Carl Theodor Dreyer [1955]. Pourquoi ?

ML: On y trouve une résurrection, ce que je n’avais jamais vu au cinéma. L’héroïne meurt en mettant son bébé au monde. Sa petite fille va trouver le fils un peu simplet, mystique, qui récite tout le temps les psaumes, en lui disant "Viens, tu vas ressusciter Maman." Il fait une courte prière, suspens terrible, plan fixe sur le visage qui ne bouge pas, timing merveilleux, on espère, on a peur, puis tout à coup elle ouvre les yeux… C’est le triomphe de l’enfance. Grand homme, Dreyer.

C’est aussi l’un des préférés de Nicolas Sarkozy….

ML: Ah ? Bah voilà ! Il s’est planté. Dans tous les journaux, tous les jours, il y avait quatre articles sur lui, non, non, non. Il n’y avait pas de retenue, pas de distance. Ça ne m’intéresse pas trop, mais il a déçu les gens, il avait tellement promis… J’ai bien peur que ce soit pareil avec le nouveau. La France est dans une situation pitoyable.



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19 of Michael Lonsdale's 144 films

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Orson Welles The Trial(1962)
'Bilingual in French and English from an early age, Lonsdale began appearing in French features and television productions as early as 1956. Billed frequently as Michel Lonsdale, he worked steadily if anonymously for the next half-decade before gaining his first international production with Orson Welles'The Trial (1962), based on the novel by Franz Kafka. Though debatable as an adaptation of the Franz Kafka novel, Orson Welles's nightmarish, labyrinthine comedy of 1962 remains his creepiest and most disturbing work; it's also a lot more influential than people usually admit.'-- collaged



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René Clément Is Paris Burning?(1966)
'Is Paris Burning? stars Kirk Douglas, Glenn Ford, Gert Fröbe, Orson Welles, Anthony Perkins, Robert Stack, Charles Boyer, Yves Montand, Michael Lonsdale, Leslie Caron, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Simone Signoret, and Alain Delon. The production was filmed in 180 sites. Claude Rich plays two parts: General Leclerc, with a moustache, and Lt Pierre de la Fouchardière, without a moustache. He is credited at the end only with the part of Leclerc. His role as the young lieutenant is not by chance: Claude Rich, as a teenager, was watching soldiers in the street when the real-life Pierre de la Fouchardière called him into a building to protect him. The film is almost entirely in black and white, presumably to better blend the documentary stock footage that is included in the film. The film was shot in black and white mainly because, although the French authorities would allow swastika flags to be displayed on public buildings for key shots, they would not permit those flags to be in their original red color; as a result, green swastika flags were used, which photographed adequately in black and white but would have been entirely the wrong color. However, the closing credits feature aerial shots of Paris in color. The entire film was shot on location in Paris.'-- collaged



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Francois Truffaut Stolen Kisses(1968)
'The Antoine Doinel of Stolen Kisses—the third of five screen incarnations—was almost a decade older than the movingly delinquent child who electrified audiences in The 400 Blows at the 1959 Cannes Film Festival as he ran for salvation across the French countryside to the sea in one continuous tracking shot. The scenario of Stolen Kisses (by Truffaut, Claude de Givray, and Bernard Revon) is a perpetual juggling act by which harsh truths are disguised as light jokes. The sheer horror and inanity of competing in the open market for a routine job is hilariously summed up in a straight-faced shoe-wrapping contest, the outcome of which, to add to life’s injustices, has been fixed in advance. Antoine’s other jobs—hotel night clerk, private detective, TV repairman—mark him as a disreputable drifter capable, like Truffaut and his breed of breakout artists, of sinking all the way to the bottom in order to rise to the top. Antoine will have learned and experienced so much of the human condition that he won’t be able to keep himself from becoming a real artist.' -- Andrew Sarris



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Marguerite Duras Destroy, She Said(1969)
'The movies made from Miss Duras's novels, even Hiroshima, Mon Amour, have in large measure depended upon an evocation of mood, a sense of dense and strange beauty foreign to the lucidity and simplicity of her own directorial decisions. She apparently means her film to portend revolution, holocaust, and rebirth (thus, the film's title), but she maintains her own sense of order and decorum to the end. It must take a good deal to sustain dialogue composed chiefly of non sequiturs. Miss Duras's cast manages it with style. I have reservations about Michel Lonsdale (the unlovable shoestore owner in Truffaut's Stolen Kisses), who brings too weighty a personality to the abstractions of his role, but the other actors suggest just enough meaning to maintain conversation without overloading it.'-- Roger Greenspun



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Jacques Rivette Out 1(1971)
'Rivette shot Out One in 16 mm in the last years of the 1960s, as France – disconcerted, wounded, exhilarated – was taking stock of what had happened to her during the months of May–June 1968. There was no “experimental filmmaking” as you had in the US at the time, and la Nouvelle Vague was working in 35 mm. The smaller format connoted reportage de télévision – as 16 mm cameras were the norm in the television industry. The events of May ‘68 had also prompted another Nouvelle Vague filmmaker, Jean-Luc Godard, to experiment with formats: Ciné-Tracts (1968), Un Film comme les autres (1968), One American Movie (1968), British Sounds (1969) and the films of the Groupe Dziga Vertov (1969–71) are all shot in 16 mm (and, in 1975, with Numéro deux, Godard would start to explore video). The reference there was “militant cinema” as well as the American cinéma vérité and the British direct cinema – i.e. a certain form of “catching” and addressing the Real. For Rivette – interestingly enough since, in a recent interview, Rivette admits that he does not own a television – 16 mm was used as a specific reference to television, an off-the-beaten track position if any. In the 1960s and 1970s, the editorial board of Cahiers du cinéma was suspicious and contemptuous of the new medium.'-- Senses of Cinema



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Louis Malle Murmur of the Heart(1971)
'In Murmur of the Heart, Malle’s own zest connects with the knockabout wit and curiosity of his adolescent antiheroes. He sketches even the jokey supporting parts with a satiric sort of sympathy—like the youthful snob Hubert (François Werner), who thinks it’s classy and worldly to defend colonialism. From the fleshy warmth of Ricardo Aronovich’s cinematography to the jazz percolating in Laurent’s brainpan—and, thanks to Malle, in ours—the movie boasts the high spirits to match its high intelligence. Murmur of the Heart is the opposite of a problem comedy about incest. For one thing, incest is not a problem here. Incest is the trapdoor that swings up to reveal the turbulence beneath a cozy way of life—and, in doing so, betrays the growing appetite for candor of a towering twentieth-century artist.'-- Michael Sragow



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Fred Zinnemann The Day of the Jackal (1973)
'The Day of the Jackal is a 1973 British-French thriller film directed by Fred Zinnemann and starring Edward Fox and Michael Lonsdale. Based on the 1971 novel The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth, the film is about a professional assassin known only as the "Jackal" who is hired to assassinate French president Charles de Gaulle in the summer of 1963. The Day of the Jackal received positive reviews and went on to win the BAFTA Award for Best Film Editing (Ralph Kemplen), five additional BAFTA Award nominations, two Golden Globe Award nominations, and one Academy Award nomination.'-- collaged



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Alain Robbe-Grillet Successive Slidings of Pleasure(1974)
'Trintignant, in trenchcoat and trilby, investigates a bondage slaying, grilling the heroine in the victim's bedroom which somehow contrives to be also a monastery cell, with trussed-up nuns languishing compliantly in the adjacent sanctum sanctorum. This is Robbe-Grillet amusing himself by scrambling together images and situations out of the overlapping conventions of the murder mystery and the S/M fantasy, taking care never to join the dots to form a coherent narrative and indeed ensuring that no such joining-up can possibly be achieved. This being Robbe-Grillet, none of the characters is permitted anything so crass as everyday sexual congress, though the numerous erotic tableaux should stir even the jaded or disinclined, thanks to the presence of Olga Georges-Picot, playing (but of course!) both victim and defence counsel. Amid all the sleight of hand, the most impressive feat is Trintignant's performance which manages to be simultaneously poker-faced and extravagantly comic.'-- Time Out (London)



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Alain Resnais Stavisky(1974)
'The film began as a commission by Jean-Paul Belmondo to the screenwriter Jorge Semprún to develop a scenario about Stavisky. Resnais, who had previously worked with Semprún on La Guerre est finie, expressed his interest in the project (after a gap of six years since his previous film); he recalled seeing as a child the waxwork figure of Stavisky in the Musée Grevin, and immediately saw the potential of Belmondo to portray him as a mysterious, charming and elegant fraudster. Semprún described the film as "a fable upon the life of bourgeois society in its corruption, on the collaboration of money and power, of the police and crime, a fable in which Alexander's craziness, his cynicism, act as catalysts". Resnais said: "What attracted me to the character of Alexandre was his connection to the theatre, to show-business in general. Stavisky seemed to me like an incredible actor, the hero of a serial novel. He had the gift of bringing reality to his fantasies by means of regal gestures." (Among many theatrical references, the film features a scene in the theatre in which Alexandre rehearses a scene from Giraudoux's Intermezzo, and another in which he attends a performance of Coriolanus. His office is adorned with theatrical posters.)'-- collaged



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Luis Buñuel The Phantom of Liberty (1974)
'As in The Milky Way and The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, The Phantom of Liberty shifts attention not only from a central character to a minor one, who then becomes central, but also from one time period to another. The film opens in Toledo during the Napoleonic occupation, as a costume drama involving executions and drunken French soldiers desecrating a church, a statue that comes to life, an exhumation. As the story reaches its climax, we hear the voice of Muni, a plump, antic actress who appears in many Buñuel films, reading the story aloud and next see her sitting with a friend on a park bench in present-day Paris. What does it mean? Phantom of Liberty? Buñuel joked that the title was a collaboration between himself and Karl Marx. It also seems jejune to suggest interpretations, since Buñuel deflected all incitements to explain himself and insisted that nothing at all in his films was symbolic or had the significance people attached to his recurring motifs. He liked the appearance of a peculiar bird—I think it’s called an emu—so he put one in. When he cast two actresses in the role Maria Schneider had been fired from in That Obscure Object of Desire, Buñuel merely threw the idea out to Serge Silberman, his producer, as a joke. Silberman thought he was serious, that it was the perfect solution—and that’s what happened.'-- Gary Indiana



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Costa-Gavras Special Section(1975)
'Unlike Z and L'Aveu, Section Speciale was not a big success when it was theatrically released. Z took place in Greece and L'Aveu behind the iron curtain. Section Spéciale takes place in France and it is no easy to clean your own backyard. Coming after Le Chagrin Et La Pitié and Lacombe Lucien which both showed the other side of the French attitude towards their occupying forces (till the seventies, most of the movies dealt with the French resistance from Le Père Tranquille to L'Armée Des Ombres), Costa-Gavras showed how the French used the law to commit injustice. And these French who sentenced their compatriots to death were not troubled after the Liberation (whereas others who did not kill anybody were). Main objection: "if we had not sacrificed these ones,a hundred of French people would have been shot..." Although Costa-Gavras made his movie accessible to everyone (story telling has always been his forte, even in his American career), he did not try to sweeten the screenplay with love affairs or melodrama (the past of one of the victims, played by Yves Robert, is almost treated with nonchalance and casualness). Although there is no superstar here (nobody like Yves Montand) most of the actors (particularly the great Michael Lonsdale), even in small parts, were widely known by the French audience of the seventies.'-- IMDb



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Joseph Losey Monsieur Klein(1976)
'Joseph Losey’s Monsieur Klein (Mr. Klein) is one of the exiled American director’s finest accomplishments. Shot in both Paris and Strasbourg between December 1975 and mid-February 1976, this existential thriller was the first of four films that Losey made in France while striving unsuccessfully to secure funding for Harold Pinter’s screenplay adaptation of Marcel Proust’sÀ la recherche du temps perdu (Remembrance of Things Past, written by Pinter in 1972 but never filmed). When funding fell through on the Proust project, Losey inherited Franco Solinas and Fernando Morandi’s screenplay of Mr. Klein from Greek-born political filmmaker Costa-Gavras, who backed out of the project. Despite eventually winning three César Awards, as well as being selected as France’s Palme d’Or entry at the 1976 Cannes Film Festival, Losey’s Mr. Klein was probably an unwise interim project if it was designed to help woo additional French financiers to the Proust adaptation. Not only was the film a box office disappointment, but also, echoing the audience reception of the similarly-themed thriller Le locataire (The Tenant, Roman Polanski, 1976), French audiences were unsettled by the film’s unflattering depiction of French anti-Semitism and xenophobia.'-- Christopher Weedman



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Peter Handke The Left-Handed Woman(1978)
'A train shatters the stillness of a Paris suburb, leaves a puddle on the station platform quivering with some unsolicited, mysterious, moving energy. This Romantic metaphor is at the very centre of Handke's grave, laconic film, produced by Wim Wenders, which begins where The American Friend left off: in the ringing void of Roissy airport. Here, the Woman (Edith Clever, superb in the role) meets her husband (Ganz) and, for no apparent reason, rejects him in favour of a solitary voyage through her own private void. In her house, with her child, the film records a double flight of escape and exploration, her rediscovery of the world, her relocation of body, home and landscape. This emotional labour makes its own economy: silence, an edge of solemnity, an overwhelming painterly grace. Self-effacement is made the paradoxical means of self-discovery, and the film becomes a hymn to a woman's liberating private growth, a moving, deceptively fragile contemplation of a world almost beyond words.'-- CA



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Lewis Gilbert Moonraker(1979)
'Hugo Drax (who has the honorary title of "Sir" in the novel) is a fictional character created by author Ian Fleming for the James Bond novel Moonraker. Fleming named him after his friend, Sir Reginald Drax. For the later film and its novelization, Drax was almost entirely changed by screenwriter Christopher Wood. In the film, Drax is portrayed by French actor Michael Lonsdale. In both versions of Moonraker, Drax is the main antagonist. An example of the Drax character's ruthlessness as portrayed in the film is given by the manner in which he disposes of enemies. In one case, after discovering that his personal pilot Corinne Dufour had assisted Bond in discovering his plans, Drax fires her and proceeds to set his trained dogs on her. The Beaucerons chase her into a forest on the estate and kill her.'-- jamesbond.com



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Jean-Jacques Annaud The Name of the Rose (1986)
'What we have here is the setup for a wonderful movie. What we get is a very confused story, photographed in such murky gloom that sometimes it is hard to be sure exactly what is happening. William of Baskerville listens closely and nods wisely and pokes into out-of-the-way corners, and makes solemn pronouncements to his young novice. Clearly, he is onto something, but the screenplay is so loosely constructed that few connections are made between his conclusions and what happens next. What this movie needs is a clear, spare, logical screenplay. It's all inspiration and no discipline. At a crucial moment in the film, William and his novice seem sure to be burned alive, and we have to deduce how they escaped because the movie doesn't tell us. There are so many good things in The Name of the Rose - the performances, the reconstruction of the period, the over-all feeling of medieval times - that if the story had been able to really involve us, there would have been quite a movie here.'-- Roger Ebert



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James Ivory The Remains of the Day(1993)
'Based on the 1989 Booker Prize winning novel by Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day is told in a series of flashbacks as Stevens, near the end of his life, makes a trip across the English countryside for a meeting that he hopes might reconcile his past mistakes. Anthony Hopkins received an Academy Award nomination for his subtle and penetrating portrayal of Stevens: in his tight shoulders and breathy hesitations, Hopkins discovers a deep humanity in a man who would leave his father's deathbed to wait on his master at a dinner gathering. His rapport with Thompson, who also received an Oscar nomination, creates some of the most iconic and psychologically charged romantic tension in recent film history. The supporting cast includes Hugh Grant as Lord Darlington's nephew, the enterprising journalist Cardinal; and Christopher Reeve as the American politician who tries to open the eyes of the English aristocracy to the imminent Nazi threat.'-- collaged



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John Frankenheimer Ronin(1998)
'I enjoyed the film on two levels: for its skill and its silliness. The actors are without exception convincing in their roles, and the action makes little sense. Consider the Stellan Skarsgard character, who is always popping out his laptop computer and following the progress of chase scenes with maps and what I guess are satellite photos. Why does he do this? To affirm to himself that elsewhere something is indeed happening, I think. The best scene is one of the quieter ones, as De Niro's character gives instructions on how a bullet is to be removed from his side. “I once removed a guy's appendix with a grapefruit spoon,” he explains, and, more urgently: “Don't take it out unless you really got it.” The scene ends with a line that De Niro, against all odds, is able to deliver so that it is funny and touching at the same time: “You think you can stitch me up on your own? If you don't mind, I'm gonna pass out.” John Frankenheimer is known as a master of intelligent thrillers (The Manchurian Candidate (1962), 52 Pick-Up), and his films almost always have a great look: There is a quality in the visuals that's hard to put your finger on, but that brings a presence to the locations, making them feel like more than backdrops.'-- collaged



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François Ozon 5x2(2004)
'In 5x2, François Ozon, the hard-working boy wonder of new French cinema, leads us backwards through the failed marriage of a young couple, from the cold details of their divorce to the first pangs of lust on the shores of a Sardinian beach resort. It’s an interesting exercise in signposting. Too often, we watch movies and groan at the obvious twists and turns towards a predictable end. But there’s something Brechtian about Ozon’s approach here. The end is clear; the question is how we got there, what we can deduce from the little behaviour we witness. The experience is something like a criminal investigation, a search for clues to Gilles and Marion’s impending break-up. It makes for engaging viewing – but still leaves you with a feeling that all love is doomed. Stimulating, but hardly comforting.'-- collaged



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Xavier Beauvois Of Gods and Men(2010)
'Of Gods and Men is a 2010 French drama film directed by Xavier Beauvois, starring Lambert Wilson and Michael Lonsdale. Its original French language title is Des hommes et des dieux, which means "Of Men and of Gods" and refers to a verse from the Bible shown at the beginning of the film. It centers on the monastery of Tibhirine, where nine Trappist monks lived in harmony with the largely Muslim population of Algeria, until seven of them were kidnapped and assassinated in 1996 during the Algerian Civil War. The film premiered at the 2010 Cannes Film Festival where it won the Grand Prix, the festival's second most prestigious award. It became a critical and commercial success in its domestic market, and won both the Lumière Award and César Award for Best Film.'-- collaged



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p.s. Hey. Oh, Dazed Digital let me pick four new writers (Frank Hinton, Eugene Lim, Joyelle McSweeney, Darby Larson) I like a lot, and those four and new work by them were showcased on the site yesterday plus an interview with me if you're interested to see that. Here. ** Scunnard, Hi, J. More sunshine here too. Of a slightly unpleasant type. Visually very nice, but physically mixed, unless one likes to sweat. I don't. People do, though. It's in the record books. Yeah, hard to resist that band name, and that they do what they do while being Russian/in Russia at the same time. It adds up to intrigue, yeah. I guess via-a-vis my ideal re: the giftstacks, it's bad. However, I chose them. I usually try to avoid identifier gifs, but, for that one, I told myself fuck it. The identifiable as a comedic device was my thinking. Do you know how hard it is to do a gif post right now without using gifs made from 'Game of Thrones'? Very hard. And yet I try my best even though I've never watched the show and don't know who's in it or what it looks like. Thank you for allowing me that last shred of distinction. I'm hugging myself. ** Kier, Thanks, pal! Ooh, nice Buster Keaton head thing. Ouch, but surely your arms are at least slightly smoother and less manipulative of your nervous system today? God, I hope so. Ooh, I think I will try to watch that Pinocchio film. Thank you again. I have so much thanks for you today. I never sleep on my back unless I'm so jet lagged that I can't help it. No, but you can rent gorilla costumes in France and, without the heads, hands, and feet, they're kind of a lot like Krampus body costumes, so that's what we're renting. We were going to buy actual Krampus body costumes from Austria, but they're way out of our budget's reach. I hope you slept better. I'm still not sleeping well, and it's catching up to me. I'm kind of sad, gloomy, and loopy at the same time. It's a weird feeling. Love to you! ** Bill, Hi. Moving, ha ha, yeah. I thought of that gif stack as a tragic opera. No, well, kind of. Linz does sound charming. And there must be a big chocolate factory there, no? Linz Chocolate is a thing. I would take a tour of the chocolate factory if it exists and if I were you, but I'm not you, sadly. Do you get along smoothly or even blissfully with your family? ** Nicki, Hi. People like owls. People make lots of owl gifs. I had to choose carefully. Good for you for getting back to work. I like the sound and future pay off of that. Two months late, blah, whatever, right? That old late disco or early techno song 'The Rhythm of the Night' just bashed its way into my head for some reason as I thought disparagingly about deadlines. It might mean something. Love, me. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Ha ha, nice, thank you! Do, do report back on the Merge thing and the Baltimore thing and anything else that unexpectedly occurs and causes you excitement of some sort. Would be awfully swell. Oh, man, I have to get that R-G box. I'm going to so get that R-G box, like, as soon as I go to a store that sells such things, which should be easy and take place soon. Tell me about it: finally getting the first R-G novel translated. If 'Sentimental Novel' did okay, and it fucking should be doing okay even though I've read hardly a peep of press and reviews re: it, maybe DA would. You have a great weekend too! ** Steevee, Hi. It's good. You should get it, I think. The Shabazz Palaces album. Yeah, I got an early promo leak of it. No, I never write about anything anywhere anymore. I don't have the time, and my non-fiction chops, such as they ever were, are very rusty. I think heard a track or two by Chimurenga Renaissance, but that's all. I think what I heard was really interesting. ** David Ehrenstein, Is that true? That makes sense. There should be band called RHM, maybe an offshoot of REM, or maybe if they ever reform without Michael Stipe involved, they could call themselves that. You didn't go to the reunion? Understandable. The idea of going to a high school reunion feels very depressing to me. I don't know why. Oh, shit, about Steve Gugliemi. I'm so sorry. Yikes. ** Keaton, Thank you, maestro. I think your sentence-making goal is totally attainable. I've tried to do that. It's not easy, but I think I managed it here and there, but not often enough make my style's signature, which would have been nice, so you should make it your style's signature, and then I can be the ... witness, you know, like the guy who signs someone else's legal document to prove that it actually happened or whatever. My castle would/will have no cockroaches in it, sir. You can be a daddy long legs spider on my castle wall. Is that okay? Whoa, a calendar. You coopted and reinvented the calendar. I'm totally down with that, result-wise and impetus-wise. Pretty and smart and snaky to boot. Everyone, Keaton, my brother in stack-making arms, has made a calendar stack. Used the calendar form to build something with his characteristic interests, style, and know-how, is what I mean. Resulting in a totem of teen-ish flesh and cars and even a cell phone and other stuff. Go check it out, you guys. Love, D. ** Kyler, Thanks, buddy. Yay, Paree and I await our official copy of your book! Wow, they gave you 60 author copies? That's generous and cool of them. Sweet. ** Misanthrope, Oh, is that right? I suppose that makes a certain amount of sense. A certain amount. Heads are a lot more fragile than we give them credit for being. Huh. Good thing I don't really swim except in semi-extreme to extreme circumstances. Shit. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron! I know, I saw a photo of you and LC on Facebook. I think I even 'liked' it. Yeah, I did, because I honestly and sincerely liked it. Oh, man, I'm so sorry about the ex-boyfriend. I feel that. It's such a confusing situation for so many reasons. Like, for instance, one dilemma: Do you believe in language enough to accept that the words he said completely sponged up and represented what he is honestly feeling, which involves accepting that he knows what he's feeling precisely enough to translate it into words that he is sure reflects his entire and exact feelings? If you do believe that, it's painful, and if you don't, you get stuck in a confusion and hope and despair cycle. And if you don't, all you're left with is trying to interpret his behavior, which is impossible to do because it's impossible to cancel out your subjectivity. It's horrible. But I guess accepting that he means it and believes what he said is the only way to go, sanity-wise, and sanity is the better, more productive option. I don't know, I'm rambling, but that's tough, really tough. It's weird and boring to say that these things resolve themselves without you have much power over the situation so you should try to surrender to destiny, but that's probably what will happen: it'll be resolved, and you'll be okay with it by the time it does. I'm sorry, man. That's really hard. Hugs. ** Okay. Michael Lonsdale is this French actor who has one of the most impressive resumes imaginable in terns of working with really good directors, and I tried to lay all of that out for you today as best I could, and now you should do with that what you will. See you tomorrow.

Chris Dankland presents ... I learned about all of these artists and art projects by aimlessly scrolling through tumblr

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I learned about all of these artists and art projects by aimlessly scrolling through tumblr



this is a series of essays about tumblr and the art world, all taken from http://hyperallergic.com/tumblrart/



  1. Revisiting Tumblr as Art” by Ben Valentine
  2. The Social Ties that Unbind” by An Xiao
  3. Tell Me About Your Mother’s Tumblr” by G.H. Hovagimyan
  4. Selling Out: The Impact of Corporate Social Media Space on Art” by Kyle Chayka
  5. The Teen-Girl Tumblr Aesthetic” by Alicia Eler and Kate Durbin
  6. On Coffee Houses, Salons, and the Post Arts” by Man Bartlett
  7. The Problem with Tumblr and Photography” by Jörg Colberg
  8. The Measure Of Success: Making Art in the ‘Like’ Economy” by Julia Kaganskiy
  9. Our Reblogs, Ourselves” by Jillian Steinhauer
  10. Organizing the World” by Giampaolo Bianconi
  11. Tumblr, Art, and Web 2.0 Ecologies: The Medium Is Still the Message” by Leila Nadir and Cary Peppermint
  12. The Way We Share: Transparency in Curatorial Practice” by Lindsay Howard


David OReilly

http://www.davidoreilly.com/








JOE WINOGRAD
http://joewinograd.tumblr.com/













Petra Cortright


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DRagON BALL P


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The Jogging


download this pdf of essays by Brad Troemel here






Catterpillar Looking At Weed, 2014








Celexa







Concealed Carry Corn Dog, 2014







Starbucks vs. DEA, 2014







we should go to cinderella on broadway, 2014

Dorito Dust on Paper







Trollin The Masses, 2014








BEEZIN, 2014



N.S. teens say beezin is 'weird', doctors say it can be risky







Joe Hamilton

http://hypergeography.tumblr.com/

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cloaque
http://cloaque.org/

(the art is best viewed by clicking on the link above)

'Kandinsky In A Rave On Acid' by Yya



INTERNET KEEPS FEEDING YA! by OLE FACH



'The Internet Keeps Feeding Ya!' by Ole Fach



GRAVEN GESTALT by MITCH POSADA


'Graven Gestalt' by Mitch Posada








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p.s. Hey. The spectacular writer, Alt Lit Gossip editor, artist, d.l. and more Chris Dankland shares a whole bunch of super interesting art he found via tumblr with us this weekend, and you're going to have a lot of fun and learn stuff, so do that, won't you, and maybe talk to Chris about your findings? Cool. Thank you, and thank you vastly, Chris! ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T. Oh, I got your post thing. It'll become a public thing on the magic, agreed-upon date, thank you, buddy. It's looks amazing. The film is getting sorted in his own weird, wending way, yes, thank you! Linkage! Everyone, the exacting Thomas Moronic shares a couple of sweet links. First, he interviewed contemporary maestro Michael 'Kiddiepunk' Salerno about Michael's great first feature film, 'Silence', over at Fanzine. A must. And, must #2, the saintly and super wise writer and Alt Lit arbiter Beach Sloth reviewed Thomas's novel 'A Certain Kind of Light' over on BS's crucial blog, and you want to read that. Swell weekend to you, Thomas! ** David Ehrenstein, He is tops: Mr. Lonsdale. I see him walking around in Paris all the time. Yeah, there were no clips from 'Gebbo and the Shadow'. Otherwise, it would have been in the list. Thank you. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hey! Oh, then can I call you Huseyiny? Thanks about the gig. Yeah, The Austerity Program, I know. I only found them myself recently. No, but I'll go hear the clipping. album today for sure. Your tips are always massive pay-off founts. My week has been stupidly busy, yes, that's a good way to put it. I didn't know about the Commonwealth Games's descent, but I have heard of them. I think it might have cooled down just a bit here today maybe. I hope. Fucking summer. Summer is a grisly invention. I quite like the new Iceage track, more ever time I hear it. I'd heard from someone who saw them recently in Chicago that they'd gone 'rockabilly', but, if that's their take on rockabilly, that seems okay. Very, very curious to hear the new album. Here's to a great Saturday! And Sunday! ** Kier, Hi! Lonsdale is in so many really good films, it's hard choose. I mean, you can't go wrong with 'Successive Slidings of Pleasure', but, yeah, hard to choose. I like the word gnarly a lot except when it describes your arms. At least the pain is down. When do you think you'll be ship-shape enough from the waist up to go back to work, and are you looking forward to that or not? My day wasn't so bad. Maybe made some progress on the casting for one of the film scenes. Wrote just a little bit, but that was better than nothing. It's very quiet. Every single one of my friends is away on vacation. It's strange. Yeah, that Bug track is so good, and I'm excited by the Iceage track too, and I think maybe by Elias's new hairstyle even. Love from me! Rock the weekend! ** Bill, Hi, B. Favorite chocolatier, you mean? Hm. I think my favorite is Saduharu Aoki, the French/Japanese patisserie. Jean Paul Hevin's chocolates are hard to beat. There's a bunch, but maybe those two spring most to mind. Hungary, whoa! What's that like? ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. I would be extremely interested in you putting together a Julian Richings Day! Yes, for massively sure! That would be really great! Thank you a ton for offering! Wow, your situation with your 'ex' sounds incredibly familiar. That gave me major sympathy anxiety and emotional stuff. That is a dilemma that is so difficult to resolve. I think the only way is incredible patience and waiting and calling up as much selflessness as you've got, in my experience. Man, I feel like I so get that one. I really appreciate your sharing that, and there is no quick answer to it, and I wish there was, but I wish you all the luck/strength there is. And please talk about it more and anytime, if you feel like it. ** Etc etc etc, Hi! It's really true about Dazed. It's very interesting, and, I think, a very good and very wise decision on their part. I actually talked to the guy who interviewed me about that, about the smartness of their support for the new writing, and about how weird it is that that's not happening elsewhere, except at Vice in their strange way, and how weird it is that the big media supporter of the new writing is based in the UK. But none of that made the interview's cut. I saw the 'Pink Trance Notebook' pieces. Yeah, they're fantastic! When is Wayne not fantastic. I haven't seen 'Boyhood' yet but I'm really in the mood to see a film, and it's playing here, so maybe I'll get to this weekend. Oh, interesting about that disagreement. I try to really resist the idea that outré and sexual is necessary for realness, partly because it doesn't make any sense, I guess, to me I mean, and also to keep a check on my stuff and my writing 'cos, obviously, I work in those realms. The literary landmarks here, yeah, but they're not too, too ruined in some cases. Depending on what you want to see. You can go find, like, where Rimbaud and Georges Perec and etc. lived, and they're just apartments, which is interesting and not, I guess. What are you wanting to see particularly? ** _Black_Acrylic, 12 hours, holy shit! The pix you posted make it look quite lovely and good, and I see there was still a real crowd when you did you thing, and that's cool. ** Steevee, The Bug album is real good. Yeah, I saw the Kim's Video news on FB, and I was interested that every post/response I saw just heavily criticized the place. No mourning or expressions of loss at all. Weird. Andrew Holleran ... I don't know. His stuff isn't very interesting to me except as a 'of its time' thing, I mean in the 'DftD' case. He definitely has his fans, and they're not dumb people. Well, Edmund and Larry are very close, longtime friends of Holleran's, so those blurbs should be taken in that light. I don't know. Try him. I mean, he can write, and he has his own kind of particular fey/lush literary with a capital 'L' style, but it's not my kind of thing, I guess. ** Rewritedept, Hi. Heads? Oh, the first comment was written for the gif day, gotcha. My week was what is was, basically, because I've had so much film stuff to work on on my own, and it's been tiring, and I haven't been sleeping very well, but it has worked out okay. No big. Sure, writing a blurb for next weekend is only a good idea. I mean, if you want to ask the folks for particular help with anything in particular or advice on some aspect of the piece that you feel like you could particularly use, that's only a very good thing, and it helps people know how to comment, and when writers in the workshop have done that, they've tended to get more feedback and response. So I encourage you. My Friday wasn't too bad. Real fireworks? Where would I see those? The closest to a big burrito that can find in Paris is at the city's one Chipotle, and I've been jonesing to get back there, actually, so maybe I'll do that, thanks. I'm sending happy thoughts to you too! What a coincidence! ** Sypha, I'm pretty sure that the blog's readers would love a 'Game of Thrones' post. I would bet you that, like, 70% at least of the blog's readers watch it. I just wouldn't know what you were talking about, which is often a good state for me to be in. I need to read more China Mieville. I kind of liked what I read. ** Kyler, I got you pre-dreamland rather than just post-. Exciting. Oh, okay, that makes more sense: the 10/50 split. I'll let you know when my copy arrives. France can take a while sometimes, but then it can surprise one. Have a sweet weekend! ** Right. Indulge heavily in Chris Dankland's feast this weekend. I have some stuff to do, and I'll go do it now. See you on Monday.

Sealed Air Day

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'Bubble wrap was invented in 1957 by engineers Alfred Fielding and Marc Chavannes in Hawthorne, New Jersey, USA. Fielding and Chavannes sealed two shower curtains together, creating a smattering of air bubbles, which they originally tried to sell as wallpaper. When the product turned out to be unsuccessful as wallpaper, the team marketed it as greenhouse insulation. Although Bubble Wrap was branded by Sealed Air Corporation (founded by Fielding and Chavannes) in 1960, it was not until a year later that its use in protective packaging was discovered. As a packaging material, Bubble Wrap's first client was IBM, which used the product to protect the IBM 1401 computer during shipment.





'Fifty years later, Sealed Air has global revenues of more than $4 billion. Office Depot, for example, sells enough bubble each year to wrap around the Earth. Twice. "It seems like every day there's something new being done with bubble wrap," said Rohn Shellenberger, the company's business manager for air cellular products. "It's exploded since the year 2000. This whole phenomenon taking off has been a big surprise." Sealed Air's 100,000-square-foot warehouse, just off Interstate 80 about 15 miles west of Manhattan, is an obsessive-compulsive's dream, with row upon row of stacked rolls of Bubble Wrap as big as seven feet in diameter.





'The temperature is sweat-inducing, caused by the machines that process millions of granules of resin (one box is labeled "Munchy Resin") into clear plastic sheets at temperatures up to 560 degrees. Shellenberger pops one myth about Bubble Wrap; namely, that air is injected into all those tiny bubbles. Instead, it is trapped between the sheets after they pass over several rollers, one of which creates the indentations for the bubbles.





'Two apparently disparate forces conspired to shape Bubble Wrap's growth: The advent of the transistor — and later the personal computer with all its accessories — which made the shipping of delicate electronic components a multibillion-dollar industry; and the Internet, which provided a forum for fanatics to swap stories and cement Bubble Wrap as a cultural icon. "The act of popping Bubble Wrap is a little indulgence in some small act of destruction that is neither dangerous nor offensive," said Arthur Gallego, vice president of LaForce and Stevens, a marketing and trend firm in New York City. "It's mindless."'-- collaged






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Further

The Bubble Wrap Competition for Young Inventors
'let the hours waste away with the PERPETUAL BUBBLEWRAP!'
bubble wrap @ Sealed Air
Virtual bubble wrap simulator
Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day
Bubble Wrap Maniac
Nuclear Bubble Wrap
Guiness World Records: Most People Popping Bubble Wrap
'Exam stress tackled by bubble wrap'
'How to Make a Bubble Wrap Storm Window'
Bubble Wrap Calendar
'The Stretchy Membrane That Could Replace Bubble Wrap'
'Stay Away from Foil-Faced Bubble Wrap'
bradley hart's injected bubble wrap paintings'
The Bubble Wrap Gene
The Official Bubble Wrap Club



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Sound


ASMR Sounds - ASMR Bubble wrap - Bubble wrap sound effect


Binaural Recording (3D sound in headphones): Bubble Wrap and Scissors


Popping Bubble Wrap ~ Sounds by Sophie (Relaxing ASMR trigger sounds)


Sound of bubble wrap ASMR



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Applications


TUTORIAL: BUBBLE WRAP CURLS!


New York artist uses bubble wrap to create works of art


How to use bubble wrap to insulate windows


Is It A Good Idea To Microwave Bubble Wrap?


Infinite Bubble Wrap Keychain Review (Mugen Puchi Puchi)


Destruction Boy: Bubble Wrap like a boss with a steam roller


How to add texture to your painting using bubble wrap


Bubble Wrap Hip-Hop-Pop


Bubble Wrap Machine







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p.s. Hey. ** Thomas Moronic, So weird when that happens. No, you're the best! ** Kier, Hi, K. Yeah, I don't know 'Friday Night Lights', but that Riggins guy actually looks kind of like Elias, which is weird. An exclamation mark! That sucks and is kind of spectacular at the same time. I'm glad you're off work, duh, and now you have a week to chill, make art, and, like, do whatever you please that doesn't require too much arms usage, yeah? Did the arboretum live up to your preexisting love for it? Cool. Last night I was taking a walk down around Republique and, first, I ran into the great American theorist Avital Ronell, who's here in Paris briefly, and then, when I was walking in the general direction of home, taking a short/long cut down a small street, I crossed paths with David Bowie and Iman walking in the opposite direction. As I passed them, Bowie was saying, 'It isn't. It really isn't', and then she said, 'It is, David.' About what, I don't know. But, for a banal second, I wondered if they were talking about the just media-exploded Susan Sarandon reveal about her old affair with him, which made me feel media-exploded and gross. ** Steevee, The cynicism is really strange and based in something really unpleasant and just not good at all, I agree. ** Misanthrope, So, do swimmers have a uncommonly high tendency to get brain problems when they're older like boxers do? So getting a concussion is like breaking your little toe? I read somewhere at some point that people break their little toes all the time, several times a year at least on average. Shit, sorry big time about the allergy attack. Allergies are the devil's B.O. Nice reading you've got going on there, man, duh. ** Jeffrey Coleman, Hi, Jeff! Hitler, ha ha. Oh, right, I saw that about the rediscovered copies. I should forefront that. You did a nice job, so I'll copy and paste your version. Thanks! Everyone, Mr, Jeffrey Coleman brought up something this weekend that may be of interest maybe, so I'll let him do it right here on the front page. Here's Jeffrey: 'I don't know if anyone mentioned this here yet, but Infinity Land Press recently got ahold of 8 copies of Dennis''Gone' that they thought were lost. They're selling 5 for the reduced price of £25 since they got a bit damaged in the mail (I imagine they can send you pictures, what I've seen doesn't look that bad), and 3 for the standard price of £35, since those are in good condition. (They mentioned it on their Facebook page a few hours ago as of this posting, I don't know how many, if any, are left now, so cross your fingers and get one quick if you want it.) When you order at their site, you send them a message to reserve a copy before they charge you (probably to sort out shipping), so mention which price you want in the message box that comes up when you click 'BUY'there.' Thanks a lot for doing that, Jeff! ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, sir. I didn't know about the Pet Shop Boys opera. Huh, I wonder how that'll pan out. And thanks for the link, which I'll ... Everyone, here's an Alan Turing-related tip for you from Mr. E. in his own words: 'Here's a link to a TV adaptation of Hugh Whitmore's play Breaking the Code with Derek Jacobi as Turning. Much too sentimental for my taste with next to nothing about his work. But Jacobi does a climactic scene with Harold Pinter playing a high-ranking official that's really something to see. Pinter started out as an actor and his instincts on that score never left him.' ** Grant maierhofer, Hey there, Grant. The Body and Thou together and live, shit, nice. Very cool thank you for the link to the excerpt. Let me share it pronto. Everyone, an awesome opportunity for you to read an excerpt from 'Erasure III', a new fiction thing by the mega-scribe Grant Maierhofer, exists courtesy of the wise site/journal Everyday Genius, and, wow, you should really take full advantage. Really. Here. Looking forward to it greatly, man. ** Damien Ark, Hey, Damien. Sweetness to see your words and brain here! Yeah, poor Robin, it's true. It's my fault, of course, but it couldn't be helped somehow, I guess. Thank you really a lot for the kind words. 'Hogg', wow, yeah, I've read it, and that's quite the comparison and compliment, man, thank you! How and what are you doing? ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. Wonderful about the Richings post, thank you so very much. Yeah, sympathy and gotcha and emotion melding for sure. I wish I had a secret for dealing with it. I guess if I did, I wouldn't write about it. No, I'm left with my hope that writing will sort it out. I guess that's the only secret. 'Try and be OK', yeah. I wish there was a better and more secret method than that. I haven't read 'Crazy House' yet, no, sadly, as I've been too 'do' and too 'think about do' oriented of late. I will asap. Novels do help exorcise emotional stuff, and films must works the same way. Ongoing hugs, man. ** Bill, Hungarian pastries! What is their unique, Hungarian quality or essence or whatever? The 'ruined pubs' sound beautiful. I don't know much of anything about Budapest other than that it's a teeming hot bed of escorts. But you're with your family, so ... ha ha. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Huh, I guess I really need and want to see that ABBA transformation. I'll put it first in my post-p.s queue. Thank you! ** Keaton, I think so. I mean, aren't they? They look like ghosty, elongated spiders. I like them. When they hang out in places I live, I always feel very protective of them. I would even feed them if I knew what they ate. No, don't like cockroaches. Too many horrible infestations over the course. I hope you found your way back into the library without undo incident. ** Chris Dankland, Hi, Chris! Thank you again so much. I had such a blast poring over and shoveling through all that amazing stuff. Thank you. Dazed Digital is being so incredibly on the ball and supportive of the best things these past weeks. It's very, very heartening. I hope your running around turned up everything you wanted it to. I'm good. Hope you are too at the very least. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Suzanne Vega Day! Cool! She's someone whom I definitely need to know a lot more about than I have known and currently do. Thank you so much! ** With that, that has happened. Today's post is one of those ... I don't know, infestations of a random tight focus by me on an ongoing interest or fetish or something, but I'm hardly alone, from what I discovered along the way. See you tomorrow.

Mine for yours: I got bored and antsy one day recently and decided to revise my all-time favorite songs list off the top of my head and in completely random order and then I put it here.

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Sebadoh ‘Brand New Love’
Brecht/Weill ‘Song of the Insufficiency of Human Endeavor’
Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band ‘Big Eyed Beans from Venus’
Leonard Cohen ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’
The Ramones ‘I Don’t Wanna Go Down to the Basement’
Dwight Twilley Band ‘Looking for the Magic’
Spirit ‘Aren’t You Glad’
Pinback ‘Talby’
Destroyer ‘An Actor Seeks Revenge’
Brian Eno ‘The True Wheel’
Wire ‘Mr. Marx’s Table’
Fugazi ‘Rend It’
The Shangri-Las “Past, Present, Future’
Tobin Sprout ‘The Last Man Well Known to Kingpin’
The Quick ‘Madchen Mania’
The Kinks ‘Wicked Annabella’
Swervedriver ‘Rave Down’
Sonic Youth ‘Schizophrenia’
Moonface 'Marimba and Shit Drums'
Alexander O’Neal ‘Criticize’
Guided by Voices ‘Best of Jill Hives’
The Replacements ‘Color Me Impressed’
Randy Newman ‘Marie’
Death Grips 'Get Got'
Velvet Underground ‘White Light/White Heat’
Neil Young ‘Tired Eyes’
David Ackles ‘Montana Song’
Laura Nyro ‘Captain St. Lucifer’
Pink Floyd ‘Lucifer Sam’
Sunn0))) 'It took the night to believe'
Superchunk ‘The First Part’
Drive Like Jehu ‘Here Come the Rome Plows’
Jefferson Airplane 'Watch Her Ride'
Broken Social Scene 'Anthems For A Seventeen-Year Old Girl'
My Bloody Valentine ‘Cigarettes in Your Bed’
Pavement ‘Starlings in the Slipstream’
Bow Wow Wow ‘Chihuahua’
ABBA ‘Knowing Me, Knowing You’
Xiu Xiu ‘Blacks’
Donovan ‘Epistle to Dippy’
Soft Cell ‘Say Hello, Wave Goodbye’
XTC ‘Rocket in a Bottle’
Gram Parsons ‘1000 Wedding’
The Melvins ‘Joan of Arc’
The New Pornographers ‘Use It’
Van Dyke Parks ‘The All Golden’
Ladytron ‘Destroy Everything You Touch’
Var ‘Pictures of Today/Victorial’
Tricky ‘Diss Never (Dig Up We History)’
Super Furry Animals 'Run! Christian Run!'
Kevin Ayers 'Oleh Oleh Bandu Bandong'
The Cure ‘Strange Day’
The Move ‘Tonight’
Sparks ‘Mickey Mouse’
The Breeders ‘Doe’
Echo & the Bunnymen ‘Villiers Terrace’
Andy Pratt ‘Inside Me Wants Out’
The Byrds ‘I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better’
Husker Du ‘Divide and Conquer’
Weezer ‘Holiday’
SOS Band ‘Be Good to Me’
Public Enemy ‘Bring the Noise’
The Supremes ‘You Keep Me Hanging On’
Magazine ‘The Light Pours Out of Me’
Pete Shelley ‘XL1’
Cheap Trick ‘Auf Wiedersen’
Mission of Burma ‘Academy Fight Song’
Bjork ‘Hyperballad’
Nick Drake ‘Black Dog’
Siouxie & the Banshees ‘Skin’
The Dickies ‘Fan Mail’
The Weirdos ’Neutron Bomb’
The Assembly 'Never Never'
Wall of Voodoo ‘Factory’
Ride ‘Vapour Trail’
New York Dolls 'Personality Crisis'
Love ‘August’
Serge Lama ‘Je Suis Malade’
Blur ‘This Is a Low’
Silverchair ’Tuna in the Brine’
Nirvana ‘Heart Shaped Box’
Robert Wyatt ‘Alifib’
Lush ‘De-Luxe’
Buffy Sainte-Marie ‘Poppies’
Alice Cooper ‘Halo of Flies’
The Three O’Clock ‘Fall to the Ground’
Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac’ Green Manalishi’
Cat Power ‘Crossbones Style’
Deerhunter ‘Helicopter’
The Bee Gees ‘Holiday’
Gang of Four ‘I Found That Essence Rare’
Morrissey 'Last of the Famous International Playboys'
The Left Banke ‘Shadows Breaking Over My Head’
Swans ‘Weakling’
Butthole Surfers ‘U.S.S.A’
Roxy Music "Mother of Pearl'
Rob Zombie ’Superbeast’
Loudon Wainwright III ‘Kick in the Head’
The Rolling Stones ‘We Love You’
The Fall ‘Carry Bag Man’
Mad River ‘The War Goes On’
The Jesus and Mary Chain ‘The Hardest Walk’
Tim Buckley ‘Pleasant Street’
Roky Erickson Two Headed Dog’
Drunken Boat ‘Pool’
The Buck Pets ’Song for Louise Post’
10cc 'Somewhere in Hollywood'
Richard Hell ‘Love Comes in Spurts’
Pixies ‘Gigantic’
Young Marble Giants ‘Wurlitzer Jukebox’
Robert Pollard ‘White Gloves Come Off’
The Who ‘I Can See for Miles’
Peaches 'Rock Show'
John Cale ‘Engine’
Lou Reed ‘Sad Song’
Codeine 'jr'
Buffalo Springfield ‘Expecting to Fly’
Tom Waits ‘God’s Away on Business’
Nina Simone ‘Pirate Jenny’
Elvis Costello 'Riot Act'
Flipper 'Way of the World'
Elliott Smith 'Everything Means Nothing to Me'
Om 'Annapurna'
Sir Mix A Lot 'Baby's Got Back'




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p.s. Hey. Don't think you're expected to rattle off 80-something favorite songs, or any number of them, if you don't want to, but if you feel like doing a tit for tat and posting a favorite song or bunch of songs, that would be cool. ** Nicki, Hi. 'Batshit crazy' is such a strange phrase. I wonder how that happened. Glad you liked the post and share a position in the ticklish popping thing. Thank you! ** Kier, Hi, K. Popping bubble wrap is even better than chewing your fingernails. Bubble wrap is like a playground for adults or something. Painting, very cool! I felt really bad for those tiny frogs for a minute there. It must be so intense to be so dependent on the weather. How was 'Marat/Sade' for you? When I saw it ages ago, I sort of didn't like it all that much, which surprised me, but I don't remember why. Maybe I thought it was too much like a filmed play or something? Maybe I wouldn't mind that now. Maybe the word Sade in the title got me too excited? Maybe that wouldn't be an issue now. 'Harvestmen', wow, that's their common name? That's really interesting. They can swallow chunks of food? Wow. I mean, they're so incredibly delicate and fragile that it seems like they could only eat air or something. That's so interesting. I think I'm going to spy on the next one that calls my bathroom home. Thank you, pal. My Monday was all right. I ran errands mostly, and, what else, oh, I hung out with Kiddiepunk and Oscar B, who were just back from vacation. The casting call thing on Facebook has been kind of a bust. I'm surprised. I thought it would work, but not really. But we have a couple of possibly really good possibilities from elsewhere that we'll try out/talk to/audition as soon as Zac gets back. Oh, thank you for the pink/hearts/bubbles! That was beautiful! It still is! How was Tuesday up there where you are? ** Kyler, Hi. I've been wrapping birthday presents, so bubble wrap has been at the fore of consciousness for me as well. I'm really glad to hear your book is finding such excellent shelves and getting props from your 'nearest and dearest'. ** Tosh Berman, Ditto, I mean me too. I don't know about pimples, though. Maybe. Yeah, maybe. Ha ha, no, I don't think Bowie and Iman were referring to me, but what a lovely idea. He did look in my eyes for a fraction of a second and squint as though something might be familiar in my eyes or something. Bowie/me collab? Uh, I don't know, Tosh. I've just suddenly realized that there's no Bowie song in my favorite songs list up there. Huh. I suppose if he suggested such an idea, I would consider it very, very seriously. I do think a little outside interference from the right person at this point in his music making trajectory wouldn't hurt him. Okay, I'd be down for that if were down for a Ferry/Berman collab, and, correct me if I'm wrong, but I know you would be? ** Sypha, Yep. Keyboard of the gods. Thrilled and fascinated to get and see your Suzanne Vega Day. Thank you, James. You rule. Sorry about the publisher's. I hope the next one bites like Dracula. ** Damien Ark, Hi, Damien. Always excellent to see you! I know, right? About the ASMR. I thought it was weird that a couple of them were made/offered as a New Age stress relief ambient thing. I thought the sound was totally stressful in a really good way. Where are you going to college? Are you excited about that? Will you be studying writing? The kind of subject matter you deal with, and, you know, me too, does make it hard for anyone else to edit. I never get edited or barely. I just learned self-editing from reading books and trying to imitate their tightness or something. Thanks, man. Yeah, I honestly don't know how I do all the stuff I do. It's weird. I have weird energy or something. Have an excellent Tuesday! ** Etc etc etc, Hey, Casey. Ooh, bubble wrap in which each bubble is a tiny snow globe. That is a genius idea right there. Hemingway Paris stuff. There must be a bunch of that. But, yeah, it could be that the spots are touristed up since even tourists who don't read books or care about literature are into seeing Hemingway's old haunts. Like all the people who don't really know anything about art or care about art very much flocking to the Picasso museum or something. Yeah, it'll be nice in any case. I can give you what tips and directives I have on Paris literary locales if you want. I haven't read Roth in a million years. Love Gaddis top to bottom, though. Of very late, I haven't been reading as much, but this week I'm going to start some new stuff. I'm currently, slowly reading the forthcoming Blake Butler novel '300,000,000', which is phenomenal. The authors I propped on Dazed are awesome, yeah. I hope all stuff in your head and world is progressing too. What did you do of note or even not of note on this hopefully fine Tuesday? ** Bill, Thank you. I do my best, ha ha. Those tortes look delicious. Wow. The second looks maybe a little dry in the photo, but I like my tortes moist. I'm a moist pastry kind of guy most of the time. There must be a Viennese style patisserie here. Maybe while I'm running around today I'll find one and eat a torte. I think the first one, if they have it. Yum. ** Keaton, They do seem magical. They seem like they defy the laws of physics or something. And they seem like they're too fragile to have survived this long in the evolutionary pool. I've only been to Petit Palace once. I can't even remember it. I remember there's a big central courtyard where you can smoke. It must be hard to be the Petit Palais, its entrance staring forever, day and night, at the so much more impressive entrance of the Grand Palais. You're rereading the underage classics. That's an interesting strategy. That might just work. Tot ziens! ** Steevee, No, I haven't seen 'Gerontophilia'. It's hard for me to get it up to see his films, but I always do eventually. Well, it was a hit relative to his other films. It seems like his 'Mysterious Skin' move, although I can't imagine it being anywhere as good as 'MS'. Tell me what you thought. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben! ** Misanthrope, I think I'm like you, But I think I always leave a few prisoners. Karma or something. Yeah, it makes utter and duh sense that a football player's brain would be a lot more wrecked than a swimmer's. Another reason to add to my many reasons why I can't stand American football. They say people break their toes, or the little ones at least, all the time and have no idea they have. I bet you just broke yours, for example. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Hey, man! I've never met anyone who doesn't like bubble wrap. I've met people who like it 'too much'. But, while making that post, I did learn that there's a bubble rap phobia that is not massively uncommon. Polystyrene, eh? *Evil laugh* Nah, I'll try to avoid a post on said substance if it is humanly possible. Casting call is going but with difficulty, but it's going, and it'll be okay, and maybe even okay very soon if we're very lucky. No, as I told Kier, the Facebook shout out was kind of a total waste of time, or so far at least. The music role is definitely the hardest. Zac and I have to put our heads together and get that figured out somehow really, really soon. I like Lower, yeah. I like the new album. I haven't listened to it all that much, though. It's growing on me. The slicker, more overtly pop thing is becoming less problematic for me with every spin. Yeah, new Iceage album is due before the end of the year. New music ... nothing too brand new since my last gig post. I think I like the new UltraMantis Black, but, no nothing brand spanking new that I can crow about today. The Shabazz Palaces is kind of ruling my ears at the moment. Bon day to you sir! ** Postitbreakup, Hi, Josh. Do they still make new 'Silent Hill' games. I'm so, so out of the loop on video games these days, it's scary. I'm sorry you're in that mood. Familiarity does not lessen its impact. You should totally suss a way to write about it. It could be your writing's calling card, or one of them. It could be, like, your 'rimming'. Ha ha. Feel better, my pal! ** Okay. The favorite songs thing is the thing of today, and that's that. See you tomorrow.

Satoshi Kon Day

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'Satoshi Kon, who has died of pancreatic cancer aged 46, was one of the boldest and most distinctive film-makers to specialise in animation. His main body of work – four completed feature films and an acclaimed television mini-series – was playful, sophisticated and adult. Tired of the cliches of mass-produced Japanese animation – "robots and beautiful little girls," as he once put it – Kon sought to make animation that used ambitious and often disorientating editing, intercutting and scene-shifting.

'"In animation, only what is intended to be communicated is there," he once said. "If I had a chance to edit live-action, it would be too fast for audiences to follow." Kon made only sparing use of CGI in his mostly drawn films, relying on such superb animators as Shinji Otsuka and Toshiyuki Inoue.

'Much of Kon's animation combines realistic drama (usually set in present-day Tokyo) with dreams and fantasy. This approach culminated in his dazzling 2006 film Paprika, which received a standing ovation at the Venice film festival. Four years before Christopher Nolan's Inception, Paprika portrayed a puckish "dream detective" shimmying through the subconscious fantasies of other people. Nolan has acknowledged Paprika as an influence, but Kon's film has far more fun with its dream worlds. Its titular heroine dashes through paintings and signboards while transforming into everything from a fairy to a mermaid to Pinocchio.

'Kon thought that people lived in multiple realities, such as those of television, the internet and the realm of memory. "The human brain is mysterious; we can't share the time axis in our memory with other people," he said. "I'm interested in trying to visualise those nonlinear ways of thinking." The first feature he directed was a Hitchcockian psycho-thriller, Perfect Blue (1997), about the mental disintegration of a young actor after she takes part in a lurid rape scene.

'Perhaps the only effective horror film in animation, Perfect Blue was graphically explicit and psychologically disturbing. Asked about its 18-rated gore, Kon said he was not particularly interested in the violence. "However," he said, "if the story or the character or the expression of a mental state requires a violent expression, then I wouldn't hesitate to use it." In contrast, Kon's next film, Millennium Actress (2001), was a lyrical magic-realist romance. In it, another starlet – who resembles the reclusive Setsuko Hara, star of Yasujiro Ozu's Tokyo Story (1953) – obsessively searches for her lost wartime love, racing through movies and memories as if they were the same thing.

'Tokyo Godfathers (2003) proved to be another change of direction, a Frank Capraesque Christmas comedy about three homeless people trying to return an abandoned baby girl to her family. The film also had the same basic plot as 3 Godfathers, John Ford's 1948 western. Despite its humour, Tokyo Godfathers was upfront in showing its characters' harsh situation. This social commentary was also overt in Kon's Paranoia Agent (2004), a 13-part late-night miniseries, in which Tokyo is terrorised by a homicidal little boy with a baseball bat. Coming after a wave of much-publicised youth crimes in Japan, this was a near-the-knuckle subject for television animation. The darkly funny show soon turned fantastical, with shades of Twin Peaks and The X-Files, and macabre subplots about suicide clubs and repressed housewives.

'After Paprika, Kon began The Dreaming Machine, which promised to be his biggest departure – a film suitable for both adults and children, set in a fanciful future with an all-robot cast. It seems likely that the film will be completed by Kon's artists and released by the Madhouse studio, which has handled all of his work since Perfect Blue.'-- Andrew Osmond



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Further

Satoshi Kon Personal Website
English translation of SK's last words
SK interviewed
'FOND FAREWELL: Satoshi Kon
Satoshi Kon Wiki Community
Fuck Yeah Satoshi Kon
Satoshi Kon Facebook page
Official 'Paprika' Website
'Dark Horse to publish Satoshi Kon's Opus, Seraphim'
'Satoshi Kon's Posthumous Work Machine That Dreams May End As Dream'
SK's manga 'Tropic of the Sea'
Book: 'Satoshi Kon: The Illusionist'
Satoshi Kon's List of 100 Films
A tribute by French artists to Satoshi Kon
'"He's the Internet": A Conversation on Satoshi Kon'
SATOSHI KON - AN ANIMATED TRIBUTE
'Satoshi Kon Explores the Insanity of Japan'
'Satoshi Kon’s Unfinished Symphony'
'Satoshi Kon's Theory of Animation'
'The Dreams of Satoshi Kon: Chapter I - Prehistory'



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Extras


Satoshi Kon - Editing Space & Time


Perfect Blue: Interview with Director Satoshi Kon


Greatest Film Directors: Satoshi Kon


Rest In Peace Satoshi Kon



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Interview
from Midnight Eye




I'd like to talk about the genesis of Paprika. I know that you met Yasutaka Tsutsui, the author of the original novel, in 2003 and that he wanted you to make his book into a film.

Satoshi Kon: That was the first time we met each other and I thought perhaps as a gesture of goodwill or business manners that he would say something like that, but perhaps in the back of his mind he was considering it. I was already a fan of his work, so I was glad to meet him.

Once he did give his blessing to make the film, did pre-production start soon after that or did it start the wheels in motion for production of the film?

SK: At the time of our meeting, the Paranoia Agent TV series was still in production. Completing that series was the first commitment for Madhouse. We were thinking of a project that we could realistically begin developing soon after Paranoia Agent, so it happened quite naturally. We started developing Paprika while we were still in production on Paranoia Agent.

If you had not got his blessing, would you not have made the film?

SK: I don't think I would have. As a film based on someone else's story, without that meeting and blessing from the master, I probably wouldn't have made the film.

Fate, perhaps?

SK: Of course there is an element of fate, but in order for a film to come into existence it has to go beyond that. When fate happened to bring us together, I started to think about what the meaning was for me to make Paprika at that moment. All of the films I had made up until that point - Perfect Blue, Millennium Actress, and Tokyo Godfathers - were made through a very realistic method of representation, and the themes and subject matter were also quite realistic. I thought Paprika was a chance to tap a new part of creativity within me by using realistic methods of representation to deal with something more fantastic.

Before I ask about the themes and imagery in the film, I'd like to ask about some practical things like the budget of the film and production time. Is this the largest budget to date you've worked with and the longest production period? How does it compare to your other work?

SK: It's on par budget-wise and time-wise with Tokyo Godfathers.

But was there more use of CG or newer technologies with Paprika than with previous films?

SK: Yes, there was. We considered how far we could expand the possibilities using computer graphics, so the role that CG played in this film was bigger than in my previous work. The biggest challenge was that in all kinds of 3D and 2D animation, there's a big divide between hand-drawn analog animation and digital animation. In all the projects I've seen, it's been difficult to blend them harmoniously. I prefer hand-drawn imagery myself, so my biggest challenge was how to blend them so the textures worked together.

Everything blended very well. Perhaps in a similar way, Howl's Moving Castle used CG as a means to an end to achieve an overall vision, not to stand out.

SK: It's true that the attitude of directors towards how to employ CG differs from person to person. In fact I don't think that type of blending has become a natural part of our everyday lives. Our wish is for analog animation to swallow digital animation.

Going into the themes and visual style of the film, as you mentioned, Paprika has more surreal content than any of your previous films. I do recall some surreal imagery in Paranoia Agent and Millennium Actress, but with this film it's a full-blown display of surrealism. What challenges were entailed in achieving all the fantastical and hyper-detailed imagery?

SK: It's not as if I had a goal in mind when I chose this type of hyper-real technique. Rather, I was hoping to create something that went beyond my imagination. I thought, "What would happen if we did this?" I wanted to surprise myself. It wasn't a plan I set up, but it resulted in something very strange and it gave me a lot of confidence in what I could achieve. As you say, the hyper-real method of creating reality is an "excessive reality." This is different from live-action filmmaking. It's a different kind of reality that challenges us what to emphasize or not emphasize. Each step will create a world beyond what is truly real. Instead of trying to create reality as it is around us, I felt that the surreal world would come out.

Regarding some of the specific imagery like the Japanese doll that destroys the buildings and the parade of characters that includes inanimate objects such as furniture and appliances. Were those elements in the original novel or did you come up with them with your Madhouse team?

SK: The parade itself is something I came up with. It's one of the most important motifs for me, and wasn't in the original story. I didn't feel a strong desire that I had to change the original story, but the novel was very text-based and psychological. Trying to visualize all that text couldn't compete with the novel as it is, so I had to find a way in one visual step to represent the mindset of the novel and that became the parade of inanimate objects. Where that parade goes is also interesting - it overflows into reality. It starts in the desert, which is the furthest point from civilization, through the jungle, over a bridge, and finally intrudes into reality.

One line that I found fascinating was when Paprika's character says that dreams and the internet are the same thing in a way. Do you believe that?

SK: What I wrote was that the internet and dreams share the same quality of giving rise to the repressed subconscious. I think in countries like Japan and America and other countries where internet is prevalent, people can anonymously seek or release things they can't speak of offline, as if there's a part of the subconscious that's uncontrollable and comes out on the internet. That is very much like dreams. This may be a very visualistic analogy, but I've always thought we drop down into dreams, and when you're sitting in front of your computer and connect to the internet, you're also going down into some kind of underworld. I've always thought those two images had something in common. I'm not trying to say that dreams and the internet are good or bad, I'm trying to saying that there's good and bad that cannot be judged in both worlds. Some people say that in the virtual world, different rules exist or try to say that a lot of vicious things happen there, but I don't think there's a reason to differentiate the virtual world from reality because reality includes that virtual world.

The internet is a kind of mirror that reflects everything good and bad in society.

SK: Exactly.



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Satoshi Kon's films & TV work

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Ohayo (Good Morning) (2008)
'Ohayu is a super-brief one minute piece directed as part of the Ani*Kuri 15 project, a multimedia scheme where one minute short animations played on TV and the web. In the film a girl waking up discovers exhibits a literal disconnect in the process of waking up. This was Satoshi Kon's final work before his early death at the age of 46. Until his death, Satoshi was in the middle of work on a new film project, MADHOUSE’s Yume-Miru Kikai. The status of that film is unclear at this time, but hopefully we’ll be treated to one last major work from this unique film voice.'-- collaged



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Paprika (2006)
'Paprika is a highly sophisticated work of the imagination, a journey into a labyrinth of dreams and an exploration of the line between dreams and reality. It's not a film for children, and it's not even something children would like. It's challenging and disturbing and uncanny in the ways it captures the nature of dreams -- their odd logic, mutability and capacity to hint at deepest terrors.
The story surrounds the invention of a device meant to be used therapeutically. A dreamer is hooked up to a machine, making it possible for doctors to see a dream on a screen, record it and understand its unconscious meaning. As the film begins, the device -- known as the DC Mini -- has not yet been approved, but young Dr. Chiba is using it already to help her patients. Moreover, she is entering her patient's dreams, in the guise of an alter ego known as Paprika. This is easily one of the most insightful and enjoyable films about the unconscious that you're likely to find, full of images that echo through the mind in eerie ways.'-- San Francisco Chronicle



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Paranoia Agent(2004)
'Paranoia Agent (妄想代理人) is a Japanese anime television series created by director Satoshi Kon and produced by Madhouse about a social phenomenon in Musashino, Tokyo caused by a juvenile serial assailant named Lil' Slugger (the English equivalent to Shōnen Batto, which translates to "Bat Boy"). The plot relays between a large cast of people affected in some way by the phenomenon; usually Lil' Slugger's victims or the detectives assigned to apprehend him. As each character becomes the focus of the story, details are revealed about their secret lives and the truth about Lil' Slugger.'-- collaged



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Tokyo Godfathers(2003)
'Japanese animator Satoshi Kon has a striking sense of composition, but I'm more impressed by his storytelling skills; his previous feature, Millennium Actress, was a highly ambitious tale with a sweeping sense of contemporary Japanese history. The three main characters of this 2003 feature are homeless—one a decadent gambler, another a transvestite, the third a young woman who's fled her abusive father. When they find an abandoned infant in a pile of garbage, the transvestite refuses to part with it, which forces all three to deal with their pasts. Except for a bathetic ending, Kon transcends his corny premise, leavening its sentiment with irony and a mercilessly downbeat vision of metropolitan Japan.'-- Chicago Reader



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Millennium Actress (2001)
'Millennium Actress is fabulous for many reasons. Most important, this movie is Chiyoko's story, not an anime adventure. It's animated, but it's human and will touch the soul of anyone who has loved deeply. We wonder, alongside Chiyoko, if she will ever see her love again. But it's the quest that rips our hearts out in this classic and, yes, manipulative tearjerker. Too often, anime - between the explosions and cataclysms reflected in opaque eyes - is a visual show, like IMAX films. Millennium Actress is a movie first, catching us up in its sweeps and turns. As with their Perfect Blue, Kon and Murai craft a nonlinear story, interweaving the tale's fact and fiction, treating time as just another element subservient to Chiyoko's yarn. She traipses through Japanese history, backed by dazzling sets that look as they might if Peter Max had turned his psychedelic eye to traditional Japanese art. Some might cavil that Millennium Actress is confusing, as it blurs the line between Chiyoko's real and cinematic lives, but that's the point: Love is all-consuming - it never dies, even as life goes on.'-- Chicago Tribune



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Perfect Blue(1997)
'The pressures of career choices and the threat of a murderously obsessive fan loosen former pop star Mima’s grasp on reality, in a story that explores the dehumanizing effects of the entertainment industry. Perfect Blue also shows how that same industry makes vulnerable women complicit in their own sexual exploitation. This startling first feature reminds us of the immense talent the anime universe lost when director Satoshi Kon succumbed to cancer at 46. No one else would even have thought of doing this intense psychodrama as an animated feature—the source material’s not dissimilar to Black Swan—and surely only Kon had the visual skills to transfer the disturbingly fragmented mise en scène of a Polanski or an Argento into animated form. The outcome is dark, mesmerizing, but also controlled and coherent in a way the hyperimaginative Kon never quite managed again.'-- Trevor Johnston



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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure(1994)
'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure showed off Kon's abilities in 1993, as he scripted and co-produced the fifth episode of the OVA series based on Hirohiko Araki's flamboyant fighting manga. It's a strange match, as Kon admitted in interviews that, as a kid, he was never fond of the overblown shonen fisticuffs that JoJo's Bizarre Adventure frequently embodies. He also stuck to the story established in Araki's manga, and the only really Kon-like scene comes when series villain Dio torments an underling by chasing him into the same car over and over. Perhaps Kon and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure weren't so different.'-- Anime News Network



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Katsuhiro Otomo World Apartment Horror(1991)
'World Apartment Horror (ワールド・アパートメント・ホラー) is a 1991 live-action feature film directed by Katsuhiro Otomo, with a screenplay by Otomo and Keiko Nobumoto from a story by Satoshi Kon. The film stars Sabu (later a film director) as a yakuza henchmen who encounters language problems and evil spirits in his attempts to evict a Tokyo apartment full of foreigners, a role for which he received the Best New Actor Award at the Yokohama Film Festival in 1992. A manga adaptation created by Kon was published by Kodansha, under the same title, on August 1, 1991.'-- collaged



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p.s. Hey. I keep forgetting to mention that this weekend the blog will be hosting its first writers workshop post in a while. A piece of a work-in-progress by one of the fine writers and d.l.s of this place will be in the spotlight and on the hot seat, and he and the blog and I will ask you to please read the work and think about it and give feedback of whatever sort you like to the writer. I bring that up now so you'll consider reserving a bit of time at the weekend to spend quality local reading time and help out one of the great, talented folks from around here. Thanks! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. You mean you get fixations on the subject matter of certain songs, or, I mean, the subject matter is what will trigger the fixation on the song(s)? ** JANEY SMITH, Janey! Superb to have you here and see you, maestro. I just read a cool profile thing about you somewhere not even a minute and a half ago. Sweet, ticklish list. Midnight Oil is I guess the surprise. I only know their 80s hit or hits. I shall try that title. You good? ** Thomas Moronic, I got a copy of your book from Kiddiepunk the other day, and, whoa, it is one very beautiful thing, man! Your list is, of course, riveting. Really cool choices. I came 'this close' to putting 'Feel the Pain' on mine, for instance. Thank you! As with all the lists, I think I'm going to be switching around music-hosting sites listening and re-listening to others' faved songs for a lot of the day. 'DEYT' is the only Ladytron song I really like. It just drives me mad for some reason. ** MyNeighbourJohnTurtorro, Whoa, nice. It is, as somebody said, maybe even you (?), fascinatingly revealing to learn what track/song people choose by certain bands or artists one knows well. Yeah, and interesting how the choice only reveals a more complex mystery or something. Fave song list as self-portrait. I guess that's obvious, but I wasn't thinking about it that way when I made mine for some reason. Interesting to see The Icarus Line mentioned multiply. That was unexpected and cool. An IL Day? Hell, yeah. You mean you want me to make one or do you? Either way. Anyway, awesome list, and I actually know almost all of your choices, which is pretty trippy and probably revealing of something. Thanks, pal. ** Other Drawlings, Hey, welcome, nice to meet you, thanks! Your short-lived blog was pretty cool, props. Your list is awesome. Wow, yeah, and a bunch of tracks I don't know. Like I said to someone, I'm going to be searching this stuff out all day, and your list is going to be a dominant suggester. Thanks again. Come back in here anytime, please. ** Keaton, Hi. Yeah, it's weird. Now I'm on this fave songs list as personal reveal idea, and it's interesting how it, like, focuses people and then creates this tighter obscurity or something. Anyway, your list seems really you for some reason. I like when a list seems to sneak around, or that's how it feels or something, even though it isn't really sneaking. I don't know what I'm saying. Like Prong and Blues Explosion. I don't know. Cool! I like animals a bunch but have absolutely no interest in owning one of any kind. Paris in the Fall? Ace. xoxo back. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, D. That's interesting because 'Expecting to Fly' has an intense personal resonance around one person for me too. A high school friend who was killed in a motorcycle accident. I must have to listened to it with him. I think I might have told this story here before, but I hadn't heard the song in years, and I hadn't associated it with that friend at all, but then I saw that movie 'Coming Home' in the theater when it was released, and when 'EtF' came on the soundtrack, memories of him overwhelmed me, and I spontaneously burst into tears and had to leave the theater. Strange how songs can become the housings of people's resonance. I'll go listen to your songs. I don't really like Van Dyke Parks's reimagining of 'The All Golden'. I miss the crazy density. ** Bacteriaburger, Whoa, hey, Natty! It has been a while. How great to see you! I think what you're doing sounds all positive. And being one's own promoter is so de-stigmatized these days. It's just become logical. I will definitely keep my eyes out for 'My Sister's Boyfriend Joey'. And the vampire one. Very cool! You sound great, man! ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Exactly, who knows. He's a smart cookie. Wow, your list was alphabetical. You are the man! Great stuff. Stuff I don't know and will find. Interesting Sparks choices. Biggest surprise ... hm, Cliff Richard. Thank you! ** Hyrule Dungeon, Hi, J! Really good to see you. I noticed the lack of Metal while I was making my list. I think trad. Metal is an album and texture thing for me. My memory couldn't call up an individual Metal song that slayed me. Pretty weird. Well, if you have Khanate on your list, then don't Sunn0))) and maybe Melvins count? Anyway, there are some tunes on your list I don't know, and I obviously need to do something about my not prioritizing the Metal song, so I'll start there. You good? What's the latest on your projects? ** Nicki, Hi, N. Huh, that's interesting. The Erasure song. Love is so of its own accord. There's one Erasure song I really like. What is it? Hm. Oh, 'Oh L'amour'. Walter Benjamin as hottie. That's refreshing. Cool. Well, yeah, the Gaza thing is unspeakable, but I'm the opposite of you. I avoid discussing it in social media's hot house like the plague. That would be the opposite of a catharsis for me. I find FB useful for the links people are posting to important articles and stuff on the horror, but, from the outside, or I mean to me, the commentary/arguments only seem to harden and erode serious thinking about it. But, yeah, I get how having that outlet can be really helpful. ** Sypha, Argh. Are you just not interested in trying any of those dozens of really interesting indie, 'alt lit'-oriented presses out there? I mean, it isn't a giant sidestep from Rebel Satori to them. ** Kier, Hi! Ha ha, yeah, I like that my list included that too. What can I say? Shit is catchy. Mm, such a great list. Oh, man, there are a bunch of songs on there I'm jonesing to listen to now, and a bunch that I don't know and must, clearly. Thank you, thank you! "Mushroom Art': such a good GbV choice! Yay, print is framed and bubble wrap has been rendered a shell of itself. 'Under the Skin' was so good, right? I thought so too. My day? Uh, oh, Zac gets back from his vacation today, and his birthday was while he was gone, and I was wrapping his b'day presents for much of the day. I'm really, really bad at wrapping. And I did some film stuff, mostly email. And I scooted around Paris a bit just to get out. And not much else. Kind of a quiet, busy hands kind of day, I guess. How was Wednesday for you? When do you leave for northern Norway? ** ASH, Ash! Hey, buddy! No way, that's crazy and amazing1 You did a Spotify thing with my list? That's wild. I need to hear that. I'm going to join Spotify, which I weirdly haven't done, today. Man, that's so cool of you! Thank you! Everyone, if you want to hear my fave songs list, and if you have Spotify, the amazing ASH has made a playlist of my chosen tunes, and you can hear it here, if you feel like that. Unbelievable. I'm really good. The film is going very well so far. The casting call thing didn't end up helping hardly at all, unfortunately, but we're on it elsewhere. Your list! Incredible, of course. It gives me a bunch of 'oh, fuck I forgot ... ' thoughts. Like 'Mistress', totally. And I think I would have put Mercury Rev's 'You're My Queen' on my list if I'd thought of it. And 'Catapult' probably is my fave REM song. I forgot them too. Etc. Great list. 'Game of Pricks', interesting. It's always super interesting to see what GbV song gets picked. Mine changes by the minute. Really good to see you! You good? What are you up to? ** Steve, Hi, Steve. I'm with you on the FB vis-a-vis Gaza thing. Man, yeah, definitely gonna skip the Tagore doc. What a wasted opportunity. Your take on 'Gerontophila' matches exactly what I have imagined it to be. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Cool, I would love to hear your report. The only thing I've read about the Merge fest was a thing by some guy going down hard on Neutral Milk Hotel for their no photos policy. Pretty stellar list for a sleep-deprived brain. I went back and forth between 'Grounded' and 'Starlings in the Slipstream'. I kind of flipped a coin. Huggy Bear, nice. 'She's Got Everything', wow, that's a really good Kinks choice. Etc. I could go on. Awesome, thank you, Jeff, and I hope whatever was being hammered is hammered. ** Aaron Mirkin, So, writing the film doesn't work in terms out of outputting in the way that novels and music do? I guess that makes sense somehow? The form is too predetermined and immediately self-censoring in a way because of that? Super great about the Julian Richings thing! That's very exciting! Yeah, I forced myself to stick to songs: music, vocals, lyrics of some sort. Awesome list. Interesting that everyone picked the same Sunn0))) song. All kinds of songs on your list that have me wanting to amend mine. I'm taking notes. Thank you a lot, Aaron! ** Bill. Hi. Yeah, the list thing gets people excited. Maybe I'll do a fave films one soon. You handful was a sweety. 'The fat lady of Limburg': absolutely. For instance. Didn't get to do my pastry search yet. I think this weekend is the game plan. Yum. Enjoy London, duh! ** Rewritedept, Hi.Yummy list, obviously. Flecked and imbedded with all kinds of crown-worthy tunes. Thank you! I'm ok. Paris is lovely as of this moment, yes. Not hot, no. Just right, like that one bowl of porridge in The Three Bears. I think M&B had a nice, low-key time in Italy. Cool, I'll paste that intro at the top of the workshop post, Thanks! ** Misanthrope, No offense to you and no reflection on your powers of description, but I started nodding out two sentences into your American football talk. That's how incredibly little my interest in AF is. But even in my dazed state, I could tell it was as sharp as a tack. ** Okay. We're doing the great, late Satoshi Kon today. Enjoy. See you tomorrow.

Meet insignificantother, VarsityWrestler, whateverFuck, VITALITY, and DC's other select international male slaves for the month of July 2014

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wentohell, 22
My NO seems YES MORE PLEASE
When I am with a man I change a lot.
I'm meat.
I'm looking for a meat harvesting sadist.
I'm tired of being skinny.
REDUCE ME





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cum-mouth, 20
Alrite? I'm Roy, 20 from Newcastle. Now livin it up in London with family.
Basicly a lil poofter lookin to suck a chav lad's dick, drink his piss and cum and offer my arse for him to ruin.
I can cum 12 times.
Up for it?





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frenchchateauslave, 21
Interested in staying in a beautiful French chateau in the quiet countryside in the south of France for a week complete with your own young slave ready to be used and abused and made to serve you and obey your every command? The 30-acre estate includes an extensive garden, a pool and plenty of out buildings that make perfect places to use and abuse the slave in all sorts of ways during your stay.

Rental of the chateau is from Saturday to Saturday with check-in being 4pm in the afternoon and check-out by 10am the following Saturday. The entire Chateau must be rented and can accommodate up to 11 people in its two double and three twin rooms.

The slave will be presented to you at check-in and will be available to you during your entire stay until you check-out. The slave will be presented to you naked with a locked collar and a leash attached and locked restraints on its wrists and ankles. Its cock, balls and arse will be shaved, it will be given multiple enemas beforehand until its cunt hole is thoroughly cleaned and its cock will be locked in a cage. Alternatively, if you prefer, the slave can be hooded and chained up spread-eagled from the rafters in the work shed ready to receive its first whipping and flogging from you.

This is a unique opportunity for a Master or multiple Masters...not one to be missed!!








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Bieberslave, 21
Firstable sorry for my english, it's not perfect and I'm working hard on it.

I get mistook for Justin Bieber every day and eveyr hour sometime. That and I'm 100% submissive massochist bottom. Does that make me The Perfect Storm? You have to decide.

Masters I've been with lose their shit on me. The Justin Bieber thing to me makes them go crazy. I love it! I don't think I'm long for this world ..you know what I'm saying?

My dream is to be a professional writer. I have written plenty of stories and am working on a more full length story that I hope I can work until it is good enough to get published!






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NeverTooMuchDuctTape, 20
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a human-shaped silver maggot squirming on your floor or bed while you relax or spend time online? I'm not looking for anything anal or pain, but for a dude who'd LOVE to take his time totally encasing me in smooth, shiny, inescapable duct tape. No feet showing, or dick showing, or head showing. There shouldn't be ANY skin showing. Even the skin of the nose should be silver. Just two 1/4 inch holes over the nostrils, but otherwise I should be swallowed alive by duct tape.

You could call a friend over after I'm sealed up. "Dude, you gotta come see this asshole I totally wrapped in duct tape, there's nothing left of him showing!"

And, of course, my nose would eventually have to be duct taped shut, at least long enough for some pics or video. The sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll by strong male hands is one of the best sounds there is. And nobody gets out of duct tape.





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notdoinganything, 19
young film student looking to be filmed being humiliated by a master. not looking for sex, need a short scene of me being dominated for a film project. i can pay and your face will not be shown.





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iamsure, 23
I'm a awkward persone, I try not to be I think that's what it is.

What do I mean when I say I see 247 365 captivity? Not just the usual life of servitude, in fact far from it. I mean in the hardest sense, - a gimp, reduced to my body surface only, tied, gagged, kept caged when not in use, but always in that heavily gimped tied gagged hooded when out of the cage.

With regards to the torture part of my name, I think nothing highlights so effectively how helpless you are than torture...the harder the torture, the more helpless and hopeless the victim/captive/sub/slave (delete to your taste) feels.

I would also like to get snuffed before the earth does, so within a couple of years?

So, in summary, my interests are bondage, gags, hoods, torture, whipping, caning, basements, isolation, sensory deprivation, torment, use, abuse, most kinky fuckery, and eventually death/buried in basement/cement covered/gone/never existed in the first place.

You will not regret this.











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GayBoy4Sale, 19
I am not looking for a 'Master', whose 'slave' is more a soulmate and a living-in-partner. I dream from a more serious authentic slavelife, as one knows it from films like Roots - but at the same time fear my dreams. At least, what i am looking for I can't find here in the West. My phantasies are more about the East.

After reading the fictionbook 'A Life in chains', which is situated in the Arab world, I feel more and more that i need the real. I am bored with playing. The more brutal you are the more I'll like it later. Rape, scream, destroy.

Kissing, cudling included, but I prefer to start the action right away.

I'm a weed smoker, I drink even though I'm not 21.





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VITALITY, 19
Few months ago I cheated on my girlfriend with another bitch that I thought I was fucking as a friend. I was never satisfied with a pussy and now I wanna try the dick. They are not as tight as me. . .. I am officially guy and I would love to try it in my butt. If you are interested please send me a picture of your dick to this number Seven Seven three- nine eight three- Six seven three three . Show me how smart you are by finding out my number.





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whateverFuck, 18
I'm 14.
I am shy and whore.
It makes me horny to get fucked and filled with juice like a hooker.
I am nervous to who I am.
I want live in cage.
I want guy who wants me and do not mind my age, who is 16 to 18years old, living in Ciudad Jardin in Malaga, Malaga, Spain.






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Drew, 23
I like to do stuff even if I actually Don't want it cuz it's my problem if I have to do things I Don't want for saying this so do what u want to me make me do whatever





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thatteens, 19
Support chelsea/southampton and Barcelona.
Want to wake up one day after our team lossing made to wear the wining teams kit all day. Go out make sure we're seen. On full kit wankers.

Then take us to see the game thinking we're going to se my team play. Then put us in the full kit of the opposite team and make us chear the on.

Want to put we've chav wear, (under you normal wear) taking to town with no money just a phone. Left in town with a note saying we must get hime by asking people for moment for the bus, "bruv do u have 20p for the bus we could borrow". If we was to fail then master comes and gets us tho we're punished.





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DeafSlave, 22
I hope someone has cowboy boots and dress shoes and we will do more etc ok please come over please I beag u I need to be done






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Tastemycherryass, 19
Hi my name is Cristian. Here is a balkan Boy and neurotic masochist kid. I am in Nederland for 1 year. I come here (Nederland) to do something. I come here (here) to off load my horniness and loads of cum.

Bored with your fist? Beating your meat alone doesnt give you the satisfaction you nned?

I really want to be brutally raped.

Can you guess what's under the shirt? Let me know if you give up.

Everything in life is about sex, apart from sex, which is about power.

Write now and you can rape me in 30 minutes.






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insignificantother, 21
What i currently am is irrelevant. i don't want you to be concerned with who i am as a person, my thoughts or feelings. destroy me, and leave an obedient sack of meat in my place. come on, set me free.





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No-other-choice, 21
Me: 21, 5'4", 120lb, 28w, Slim, Black Hair, Smooth, Hispanic

Me: Passive/submissive, unfriendly, low key, very gay/fem & shy who carries a canvas bag everywhere

Me: Stylelines, totebag, 80s music, Rick Owens, cute underwear, Levis 510, scary films, junk food, dogs

Me: No filter, I say whatever comes to my head, if easily butthurt, a complete prick, SWERVE.

Me: If i'm not having fun you will have fun for sure. Do the math.

Me: This useless stupid bitch is now owned by Master Laldiore.







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My_fishing_expedition, 18
I've been tied up a couple times up to this point. But there always seems to be something in the way. Now there's nothing in the way. And I want to see what's what...

..."waw"...

I used to work te parties at diamond Jim's. And I got tied up in a demonstration once. And it didn't go well. I'd love to try that again...

..."waw"

Do not be afraid to write.





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servicedoll,18
This brainwashed, obedient, bitch boy toy toilet son piggy whore dog slave of 18 years who started to serve gay men when it was 2 years old has been trained to be an empty-headed doll; however, it requires improvement in its oral skill. If you are available to brutally throatfuck this excellent slave, please message. Priority will go to the well-hung and fat to superfat.

Do what it takes to be satisfied but do not let the slave cum.






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Hugo, 19
Hi I'm Hugo!

I'm a swedish guy who moved to anaheim not long ago.

I have a teen hair fetish.

I will do anything you want if you're a teenager and if I can have your hair to smell and play with and taste and worship.

I know I'm a teenager too. I know it's weird.

I like melancholy boys, pretty sad boys with violent tempers....

I will move into a two bedroom apartment for you. I Will Love You.







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marker, 24
I'm 24yo gay male, grew up in Gillette, WY from 91-98, moved around allot ended up in North Little Rock, AR until 2003 when I got arrested, spent several months in jail then moved to Ozark, AR, from 2008 until 2010 I was in Arkansas department of corrections, moved to walnut creek, CA Dec of 2010. I moved myself into the city (San Francisco, CA) on my birthday April 15th, 2011 with no job and no money. Ended up living in the mission hotel a month before folsom street fair in 2011 until I was evected January 2013, been on the streets and staying in the shelters, been in and out of jail because of my drug use. When I was in jail this last time I realized that I needed help with drugs and housing. So Thru Jail Psych I Got Into A Harm Reduction House. Started going to crystal meth anonymous meetings. I have made a decision that I REALLY REALLY want to totally stop using, my down fall is needles.






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KILLERS, 18
MPORTANT: WE DO THIS SHIT FOR REAL!

Submissive and sick and obedient teen stooge owned and very fucking hated by 2 and made available to you. READ ON.

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Whore piece of fucking shit captured and held in Luton skinny 18 year old.

Looking for real aggro men no matter what, brutal and unfair.

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INVITATIONS FOR WEEKEND REAL BASHING FAGGOTS in Luton any 3-4 months, big house with big basement.

48 HOURS OF EXTREME VIOLENCE.

Strict Admission Rules.
1. Only real extreme violent men. Real Bashing faggots. (Not vanilla of any kind or people who become afraid with blood or broken bones)
2. Just extremely male-male.

Things this whore is for:
rape (dry bleeding)
kicks and punches (face ass cock balls)
full forced toilet
degradation
punishment (unfair no rights no wrongs)
fear
breaking
heavy damage
blood

What happens to him after is OUR business, if you feel guilt DONT DO THIS!

Booking for first weekend August.

If you live far away (no matter where) but want to come contact us we can come to a financial agreement

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WE DO THIS SHIT FOR REAL IF YOU ARE FOR REAL WE CAN COME TO A FINANCIAL AGGREMENT:
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lovedungeons, 18
I need to know someone with a dungeon.

Please, You are a Master, not a madman, so you are with your feet on the earth. BACK OFF!!!!!!!







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VarsityWrestling, 19
For all masters, I will be back, but after a few hours I discovered that I am not ready for ownership, also everybody wants my skype, within 1 minute, those are the things I am not ready for within 5 minutes. Sorry, and the same goes for my phonenumber.
For all the poeple I did not awnser yet, if I would have awnserd everybody, I would have been typing till next week, for me it is too mutch, hope you understand this. I realy just want to be honest in this, if you give me time, we can build to where I am able to serve You as a slave should.






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p.s. Hey. If you have any interest, the superb thinker/writer Diarmuid Hester, maybe better known around here as d.l. Schoolboyerrors, has written this terrific thing about my scrapbook/book 'Gone' over on the 3AM site/magazine, and it's here. ** Bill, Thanks, Bill. 'Tokyo Godfathers' is his kind of softest one, but it's still pretty great. 'Paprika' for sure. Hope you get what needs to be done out of the way with enough time left to do London way up. What's on your agenda? ** Thomas Moronic, It is, it is. 'Feel the Pain', I mean. Yep, Kp slipped me a copy, and, wow, it's so fucking good. My hat is heavily doffed. I would recommend a revisit to 'Paprika'. It's quite something. And thank you about 'Gone'. Yeah, Diarmuid's article is a cool and heavy honor. ** Nicki, Hi. It was/is, for sure, yeah: 'Under the Skin'. That director's films are very interesting to a one, and all of them really different and distinct. Oh, sure, yes, about how social media can be used. Its importance as a political tool is proven every day all over the world. I don't disagree with you. And if you have a focused friends group and employ it in the way you guys are doing, it's invaluable. In my case, I just okayed anyone who wanted to be my 'friend' when I joined, so my feed is a big mix and mess, and I've seen what you're talking about, but I also see FB encouraging a lot of barely thinking, lying, exploding narcissism, mindfucking, hysteria, and asshole-ish behavior of every kind rising up constantly, and wherein Gaza and, oh, Orland Bloom throwing a punch at Justin Bieber are treated as though they were interchangeable opportunities to be a jerk, which is, you know, fine, and more power to people who feel the need to stress out and cathart in public, but it's as exhausting as it is interesting. Did you finish your chapter? ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Oh, the new version is fine and nice, I just greatly prefer the more baroque, overloaded original version is all. Really? 'Man at Bath' is coming out on DVD in the States? Trippy. ** Cobaltfram, Well, hey there, John! And thanks for conceptualizing the idea of kissing me. You're a Kon fan, very cool. I've been very busy and very good, thank you. We finish shooting during the first week of September, if all goes as planned. Sure, okay, about the Skype thing. Maybe next week sometime? The film has put my novel in the background for the moment, which sucks, but so it goes. I think about it and grow it in my head all the time, but I haven't had hardly anytime to get stuff on the page. I will soon, though. I'm reading a lot. Well, not at this very moment, but generally. Paris is great, naturally. The summer hasn't been too steamy all in all so far. Very cool to see you, man! ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. "Paprika' is pretty terrific. Kind of a wacky, weirdly measured psychedelic thing. I haven't read Tsutsui, but I definitely need to and will soon. ** Gary gray, Hi, Gary, long time no see and what a sight for sore eyes and etc., for sure. Really good list, duh. Some very interesting choices. Nervous Gender! 'The Hexx'! Ohio Players! I think the film is much better without the porn center, but we'll see. It has the same concerns as it did when it was a porn. It wouldn't have been anything remotely like 'Nymphomania' in any case, that's for sure, not that I've even seen 'Nymphomania', but my Von Trier dislike is well known. Very cool that the Kon post occasioned that lovely story from your past. Cool. Good to see you, bud. ** Kier, Hi, K! That's so cool that the post got you to watch his films. I mean, yeah, I guess that's, like, any post's ideal goal. Did you like 'Paprika'? Tuesday, okay, gotcha. Will you be able to here while you're up there? My wrapping job is super outsider art made by a blind three year old child or something. I do like buying/giving gifts, very much, yes, at least when it's for someone whom I know well enough to be able to figure out what will surprise and delight them. But buying Xmas presents for the family because you have to and all that stuff is awful. You got that 'Twin Peaks' box? Kiddiepunk just got it too. How are the fake interviews with the actors pretending to be their 'TP' characters twenty years later? I'm fascinated to know what that's like. My day was pretty good. Zac got back, hooray! I did some work, saw Gisele, etc. It was good. Right, about 'Schizophrenia'? That lyric about the golden chain is one of my all-time favorite lyrics. What did you do on Thursday aka today? ** Rewritedept, Hi. Oh, yeah, I switch Pavement favorites all the time too. They're one of those bands. Curious to see your triptych. Sounds, you know, pretty ace. ** Steevee, Yeah, I mean if I had a more carefully picked FB friend group, I might be tempted to do a public weigh-in on, say, the Gaza situation, although I kind of know what I think about it, so I'm not sure what value just sticking my two cents in a comment thread would do, and I don't feel a need to be hugged or trashed for having my opinion. I think I'm mostly only tempted to get into it on FB when I'm confused and need others' ideas and input and possible clarity. I think the subject matter of 'Gerontophila' would make for a fascinating documentary, I totally agree, yeah. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Cool, yeah, his films are very well worth watching. I'm very pleased that the post tickled your fancy. Oh, no, I get what you mean about the subjects. That totally makes sense. Thanks for clarifying that. ** HyeMin Kim, Hi! Cool, I'm very glad to read your thoughts on Kon's films. Are you liking being on Twitter? I still resist that, mostly because I know it will swallow my time, and I don't have any extra. Dazed & Confused is a culture magazine and site. Fashion, music, lit, film, etc. It's not bad. I'm glad you sent the necklace to Mike. I think that's really lovely. ** Etc etc etc, Hi. Cool, it is/was my pleasure about the post. Ooh, that's great about LF's initial interest. I'll keep my fingers incredibly crossed. Moving, ugh. If/when I ever have to move, it's going to be a scary process. Ha ha, I do love the title of Blake's novel, it's very true. I keep in touch with some of the LHotB people, but I'm the world's worst correspondent, so it's mostly a matter of mutual observing via social media and 'liking' and so on. I think that is a completely superb idea about that long piece on Death Grips. I am feeling the same frustration at how generalizing the reaction to their split has been. Great idea! Do for sure keep me apprised, and all luck to you with the boxing and transporting and unboxing. ** ASH, I joined Spotify and listened to my list yesterday, and it was super fun, and, again, thank you so much for doing that! Well, that's really, really great news that you're working on your book! Where are you in the process? Do send me your 'I Am a Tree' cover. I would love to hear that. We have two more big scenes to shoot, and we should be finished with the shooting part of the film by the end of the first week of September. Take care, man. ** Keaton, Hey. You are an '80s kid at heart, it would seem. Which is cool. The '80s need you, man. Motorhead is playing here soon. Never seen them. Think I should really try to go. They can't go on much longer, I don't think. but who knows. Much love back. ** Misanthrope, I read it, I did. I just hazed out while reading. Not your fault whatsoever. I mean, GbV could put out their best ever song with American football as a topic, and I would probably fast forward through it. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. Yeah, that makes sense based on my limited work in that genre. Huh, interesting about getting 'some of these demons out in directing the actors.' At least with our film, I kind of get how that would happen, but, so far, it has especially happened and been interesting in the rehearsals. But we're kind of using the rehearsals partly as a way to access the performers as a way to revise and shape the script. Yeah, I guess the succinctness of that Sunn0))) track is the reason, yeah. Okay. And you like Satoshi Kon. That's very cool. I'm kind of surprised by how many people here know his work. I don't know why I thought it would be more of a 'who's that?' situation. I didn't know anything about him until 'Paprika' got released here. I'm the late comer. Thanks, Aaron, and have a fine Thursday. ** Right. End of the month = entrance of the slaves. See you tomorrow.

Introducing … Skeleton Costumes by Thomas Moore

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Artwork by Michael Salerno


Comprised of 151, 3-line poems, "Skeleton Costumes", the new book by Thomas Moore, sees the writer's work stripped down to its most raw and effecting form yet. Skinned of any extraneous flesh, the simplicity of the pieces belie their emotional impact and visceral depth. The short stabs and sharp explosions of verse accumulate to create an unconventional and, at times, harrowing narrative. "Skeleton Costumes" investigates fear, lust and an abandonment of moral codes with a terrifying force.



AVAILABLE AUGUST 1st 2014 from Kiddiepunk.




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PICKING AT THE BONES
By Thomas Moore





Skeleton Costumes started somewhere else. I’ve been working on my second novel for a little while now. I’ve gone through a lot of revisions and different experiments on the way to finding the voice that’s currently running the show and moving the book along. It’s taken quite a bit of work to tune into the moods and style that I’d been trying to get to. In order to get the novel to move how it needs to, certain elements that I loved had to be snipped away in order for other pieces that had emerged along the way.

There were certain scenes and threads that, for whatever reason, just weren’t working. Or rather they weren’t working alongside the rest of the book. I couldn’t arrange and fit them into any sort of structure that felt right. Some of them had been floating round my brain for a long time – some of them had been there for longer than I’d been working on the novel. There were images and moods that I’d gotten a little obsessed with – one in particular that kept flashing back and reintroducing itself. It (and others) wanted in, but they were either too rowdy or fucked up for their own good to get along with the rest of that structures that had established themselves as what was best for the novel to work.

In between working on the novel (which I’m still in the process of), I decided to try and find out why the pieces I’d had to cut wouldn’t work, and to see, just for my own curiosity – as well as a writing exercise – if I could get them into some kind of new shape or form. I ended up trying a variety of experiments with one scene in particular. I stretched it out, restructured it, fiddled with it, chipped at it. Eventually I cut it and cut it some more until it was a tiny fragment of the chapter that I’d initially intended it to be. I hacked it down to a short piece of prose – still no good – I hacked it down to a poem – still not right but better. I hacked it down till it was a three line poem and finally whatever had been getting in the way of the piece doing exactly what I wanted it to do seemed to have disappeared. Stripped down to a minimum, it worked better.

When I was left with the three-line poem, I figured, purely for fun, I’d try it as a haiku, with the first line having five syllables, the second having seven syllables and the final line back to five syllables. I wasn’t sure whether I was happy or frustrated or just amused that after so long working with the idea I’d got it to work how I wanted, in the simplest form that I could try. So I decided to try a few more ideas that I’d been struggling with – try and get them into a similar form. I spent a morning messing around with themes that I’d cut from my novel – one particular thread that was to do with these characters and violence and sex and some more grizzly material. I ended up with about seven or eight haikus.

I was quite happy with the stuff that I’d come up with. And when I was emailing Michael Salerno about something, I decided to copy and paste the new poems into the message. After some encouragement from him I decided to keep working with the form and use the themes that I’d been struggling with and hang them over this new framework that I’d realised I could use. The intention was not to specific book of haikus or anything like that, but the three-line, five syllable, seven syllable, five syllable form had proved the best mode to go, so I went with that.

There’s a narrative that runs through Skeleton Costumes, but it’s one built more on moods and suggestions as opposed to something that I feel the need to map out for anyone. It came from somewhere else and ended up in the minimalist, fragmented piles that were left at the end of the massacre.

- Thomas Moore, July 2014



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SKELETON COSTUMES SPECIAL EDITION DETAILS / ALL OF MY FEARS ARE SHARED WITH STRANGERS, LIMITED EDITION ZINE





Skeleton Costumes will also be available as a special edition that includes a separate 40-page zine titled “All Of My Fears Are Shared With Strangers” by Thomas Moore. This zine is limited to only 20 copies and will also be available on August 1st.


About “All Of My Fears Are Shared With Strangers”

Between 2007 – 2010, Thomas Moore kept a blog. During the prolific 3-year period, the site featured over 1000 posts, including hundreds of poems, many short stories, criticism and interviews with various musicians, filmmakers and visual artists. All Of My Fears Are Shared With Strangers is a collection of selected fiction and experiments from Moore’s blog and is available with the first twenty copies of Skeleton Costumes.



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BONUS MATERIALS


SLAVE HAIKUS

I started using DC’s monthly Slave posts as a way of experimenting with the form and enjoyed it. It helped to have that, so a big thanks to Dennis and the blog (as always) for being a space to work in, be inspired by, and experiment in.

Slave Haikus, written for DC’s over the last few months:


BBaSStard4BBaSStard
It’s one day later
I can tell something is new
No one has helped you

impawster
You are suffering
But not in the way you want
You don’t even realise

smirkylittleasshole -
You know more than us
Something really makes me sad
But it’s me not you

SexSlaveForFree
He’ll die without you
I know someone will kill him
Race him to the end

Littlecock
The grammar errors
You remind me of someone
I can’t tell you who

andthensome
Hesitant to me
A hotel won’t keep you safe
The bed is your grave

nochance
Can’t relate to you
I don’t get the foot fetist
But good luck in life

slavewantlife
Surf until we burn
Become what you need to be
Crawl to me with love

screamloudforever
Dumb rhymes turn me off
But hey – look who is talking
Haikus about slaves?

shakemetolife
You’re confusing me
You’re not a sex maniac
Tell me what you want

TinyTeen
I can help you soon
It’s not as weird as you think
You need to relax

tormentedfrenchboy
Can’t be more perfect
A naturally sad face?
You’re in the right place

Buckythedog
I can’t see your dream
God damn the language barrier
I’m so ignorant

MouthofStorm
Gamer for athlete
Doesn’t sound like a good mix
You believe in love

DissoluteLibertine
What started to change?
And I don’t know who you are
I feel like I should

FireBiker
This is so simple
Have you really faced the truth?
This is formative

HoneyTrain
Try to tempt masters
Be careful what you wish for
These guys are assholes

blondpower
Weird mommy issues
Although I’m not judging you
Childhood fucks us up

TheUnusualSub
Says he’s confusing
Christian, Republican
Not that strange really

Youngassslave
I won’t spare your life
Photos of swords and headphones
That fix your boner?

Jose
Such a simple line
But I’ll never work you out
You are confusion

analizeme
Abandoned orphan
You can’t go back anymore
Sleep here forever

StraightDisgrace
Taking you over
Completely format table
Then DELETE DELETE

FggotISOPussySuregy
You want surgery
You really want a pussy
But must stay a boy

tellittotheking
It’s easily done
The requests are so simple
Where are the crazies?

TillDeathDoUsParty
Love to stab yourself
Blood gives you an erection
Horny suicide

Bunny
Raped and “all sexy”
Yeah, you’re right – it’s pretty weird
Good luck in LA

Fuckmeharddad
It’s the wrong website
I think something’s going wrong
That photo is gross

imdark
You’re lost in the dark
Hate and love are tough to crack
Cool spelling mistakes

itsyourtime
Treet treet treet treet treet
Get me some fucking breakfast
Treet treet treet treet treet

Rapemyasshole
Wanna get so wired
And get shocked repeatedly
Too dazed and helpless

boyONfire
Not sure what you want
Your profile feels binary
But with half missing

GOLD_PENIS
Laidback skaterdude
You shouldn’t joke on this site
You face will be crushed

destroynipples
You sound really lost
And anything could happen
My favourite type

Plasticdoll
Neon plastic boy
You dislike losing your mind
Satan’s attitude

shrinkme
It’s Rick Moranis!
It’s Honey I Shrunk the Slaves!
It’s a niche fetish!

Pompei
Very extreme search
You’re looking for someone’s trust
Before you can say

Deepthroatfordays
Kinky rural boy
Looking for local old men
Fill your moth with cum

slaveboy2012552
No speed limit holes
You’ll give up everything
Your last owner died

ilike2sit
Real legal contract
To cover all avenues
Like real sadism

Heartless
Give me evil thoughs
Massive psychiatrist bills
You think this will help?

doe-eyed
Not fucking OK
I know not to trust you now
You won’t tell the truth

fucknowownnow
Twenty two years old
Political refugee
I’m nice – please hurt me

joe
I want to be loved
And I want my dick locked up
Please help me decide

loveusomuch
Cut of my penis
Trust me, I’m a piece of shit
Spit and piss on me

AsphyxiateMe
Fag freak amputee
Put a bag over my head
Just do whatever

Neaty
You’re not making sense
I don’t know what SCAMPY means
At least your cunt’s tight

Redrum
Drop the controller
Do you know why they come here?
You are in danger

Knockknock_whatsthere_my head
Straight and no limits
I’m nothing but product, now
I need misery

Psycrologist
Shy and closeted
Blablabla be violent
But please don’t kill me

gapingboypussy
Bred since eleven
Want to be used by black thugs
Then thrown in my cage

slave266
use my prop tie code
Yeah, you know what he means
Come on, he’s begging

heshorrendous
He’s a Twin Peaks fan
Which makes him kind of ideal
Wrap him in plastic

Nice_choice
I’m way, way too nice
So make me drink piss and cum
I feel so, so sad

meetyoutoo
I need honesty
So don’t be angry with me
Fuck google translate

SATANSwhore
Magical anal
Luxury property too
Weirdest mix today?

Unsustainable
Yeah, my mom is dead
My dad’s not but he’s a dick
Find me or kill me

GroomerSlave
Let me groom your crotch
I’ll leave scrotums sanitized
Book appointment now

Destroyme96
Cum and piss in me
Smash my skull with a hammer
I’m ordinary

BigReader
I’m getting older
Maybe I’ll just stay in bed
Read porno eBooks

smallfuck
You choose when to leave
Guys beat the shit out of me
I keep the receipts

LostItAll
I like extreme sex
Body’s covered in bruises
No respect or shame

shineatnight
Another gamer
Tie me in your car
Then just sell me on

haircut14
Change the way I look
Take control of my haircut
This is my first time

lol
A nursing student
Who wants you to explore him
He’s got weed, to help


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p.s. Hey. So, today is ultra-cool 'cos Mr. Thomas 'Moore' Moronic has chosen this blog to be an official space of announcement for his great and gorgeous new book 'Skeleton Costumes', and I've got an early copy, and it's a knock out, so enjoy the intro and put your finger on the ordering link, if you know what's good for you, and all indications are that you do. Thank you kindly, Thomas! ** Bill, Hi. There seems to an endless or at least monthly supply of them out there so far. A ton of picking and choosing, though. John Wall, nice. I've still never been to Cafe Oto. It's one of my little dreams. Online compilation, cool, what's that? Say hi to Marc for me. Tell him that I and the blog miss him. Oh, no monopolizing, heavens. You're like a pea in the top spot's pod or something. ** Thomas Moronic, Yes, new ones! Thanks 'in person' for housing your baby's birth in these confines! The new slave sonnets are, you know, superb, my friend! ** Nicki, Hi, N. Oh, ha ha, then you're going to love Monday's post, not. I don't think you told me that story. Or maybe I heard the beginning of it? I knew a guy who escorted in order to write a novel about being an escort, and he would basically interview his clients pre-sex and then make a mad escape as soon as he got what he needed. He didn't take the money though, or he said he didn't. My FB feed is like the real world or something, which has its plusses and, of late, minuses. Hooray on finishing your chapter! Oh, yes, please post that link to said chapter when the time comes. I kind of want to see 'Guardians of the Galaxy'. In the theater rather than in some future plane. We'll see. Love, me. ** HyeMin Kim, Hi. I hope your heavy work day worked out heavily in your favor or, at the very least, in your work's favor. I'm not into hashtags. I feel like I should find them more interesting than I do. I keep trying to imagine them as poem titles, but it doesn't work, and that's probably the wrong approach. Great thinking and words on Satori Kon, thank you! You take care too. ** David Ehrenstein, Not a fan of heavy tattooing, eh? I'm not a huge fan, I guess. I do think it means something about the person who does that that's elusively interesting. RIP: Margot Adler. I listened to her on the radio a bunch of times. She was really cool. That's very sad. I'm very sorry, D. Hugs. ** Jack Kimball, Mr. Kimball! Yay! It's always a big honor to see you here, and with your writing so gloriously forefronted this time. Wonderful. Thank you ever so much! Beautiful thing! ** Gary gray, Hey. You think? About sexual appetite leading to great things? That's what they used to say about the nuclear bomb, ha ha. Yeah, I'm very happy to not talk about LVT. 'Nuff said. Thank you about the slaves. It was a unusually cogent group for some reason. Howdy! *** Cobaltfram, Hi, John. Yeah, let me know, and we'll sort it. 90s is too hot for me. I'm okay with mid-upper 80s at the most. But I've been a heat wuss since I was a squabbling blob. I hope duty called in a Siren-ic fashion at least. Mm, no, no slaves have written to me in a while, I don't think. I did get an email this morning from an escort management company ordering me to remove 'libelous' content from an old post that spot-lit a particular escort/porn star or face legal action. That was fun. ** Steevee, Look forward to reading the interview! Everyone, Steevee recently interviewed the cool, admirable filmmaker Richard Linklater, and here's where you can read their tete-a-tete. ** Kier, Hi, Kierster! Wow, that sort of sounds like that weird British (?) slang term for ass: 'keester'. I don't even know how you spell it, and the resemblance is obviously completely coincidental and irrational. Cool about you being able to stay in touch. A stationary computer, wow. They're getting to be like typewriters. If you want to know precisely, the escorts post will appear here on the 15th. Everything else posted while you're away should be okay. Unless I freak out and go wild or something. I'll try to remember to alert you if I do. Mm, donuts and coffee with Kier in Norway watching 'Twin Peaks' rarities sounds kind of like the best thing in the entire world. Did you end up creating something? Exciting! Yesterday I just worked on random stuff, I think. Stuff I'm behind on, mostly. Nothing too cool happened or anything. Really, I can't come up with a single highlight. Today should be nice though. How was yours? ** Sypha, Hi, James. I get them from about five sites whose raison d'être is to help masters and slaves find and interest/seduce each other. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. I attend and am heavily involved in all the rehearsals, yeah. Zac is the film's director and has the final say on everything but it's a very collaborative project. I'm involved in at minimum an advisory capacity on every detail about the film. And, yes, we tend to heavily revise the text/dialogue in rehearsals based on how the text works in their faces and mouths and what we realize their strengths are, so I'm obviously very involved in that. Well, the film is ever less explicitly sexual. When there is sex, it's explicit, but we've been making the actual sex acts less important than originally planned, partly because it turns out to be much more interesting that way, and partly because we're more interested to work with fascinating performers than with people who are willing to have explicit sex on film, so we work in a detailed way with who we've cast and try to find a place where they're comfortable and we're satisfied with what they're willing to do. But directing explicit sex is definitely tough, or it has been. I guess if it were a porn film and the guys were hired only because they were hot and sexually uninhibited, it would be very, very different. 'Locust Star' by Neurosis, yeah, I get that. Kind of a perfect consolidation or something. Huh. ** Torn porter, Hi! Oh, gee, no reason to feel selfish or disconnected. There are a million ways to be a commenter here, all of them A-okay. Oh, shit, that CD I sent you. I forgot all about that. Yeah, it was sent ages and ages ago, and, as far as I can tell, it wasn't returned. I'll check to see if there are unopened packages somewhere, but I think it never got back here. Shit. Are you coming back to Paris? I think I still have a CD I can give you. Wow, things related to me seem like they were bastions of bad luck yesterday. I'm sorry on behalf of my things' bad vibes. I'm good. Are you generally digging being there? What's up with your film? ** Keaton, Andrew McCarthy ... oh, Andrew McCarthy, the John Hughes guy. Is he still around? Does he play people's dads like Judge Reinhold? I should go see Motorhead. I'll try. There are slaves all over the place, it's true. In the United States even. If I printed their locales, you'd be amazed. There's probably one living next door to you. Bon early weekend to you! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. You're propping the Lemster, eh? Understandable. Everyone, do you want to watch/hear Moorhead's Lemmy Kilmister give relationship advice? Well, thanks to _B_A, you can. Here and here. ** Kyler, Hi, K. Awesomeness about all your good luck (and theirs!) placing your tome on such stellar shelves! Oh, David White, yes, right. He's very cool. That thing he made based on my thing is really nice. ** Misanthrope, There's always room for jello. Oh, you think? I think not. I think most definitively not. ** Joshua nilles, Hi, Joshua! It's really great to see you! And massive congrats on finishing your novel! Killer! I'll go get it post-haste! Thank you! And enjoy the aftermath, man. Everyone, the really, really good writer and d.l. Joshua Nilles has just finished the novel he's been working on for ages called 'in luna bore coda', and I'm completely sure it's fantastic, and you can go get it and then read it for free. Seriously, for free! You should do that. And all you have to do is click this. Seriously! Great, man. Enjoy the so deserved peace and quiet. ** Rewritedept, Hi. My day was uneventful, but it wasn't long and boring, so I guess I win, ha ha. Yes, Zac is very happily back. I will wish him happy b'day from you today. His birthday was very recently. Later, bud. ** Plein Soleil, Hi, welcome to this place. Well, you'd have to find the master/slave social media sites. Then you would have to join them. Then you could search for the slaves you've liked under their profile names. And if they're still there and available for owning, you could write to them and do your best to make them believe that you're the one and only dominant for them. I guess that's how you would do it. Thanks again. ** Okay. Go celebrate Thomas's book's birth, thank you. Remember tomorrow starts the weekend-long writers workshop here, so locate your thinking caps and get them ready to wear. See you tomorrow.

DC's Writers Workshop #16: Chris "rewritedept" Gugino excerpt

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Welcome back to DC's Writers Workshop. This is the sixteenth in a series of days on the blog where writers who are part of the blog's community present work-in-progress in search of the opinions, responses, advice, and critiques of both readers who don't normally post comments here and local inhabitants of this place. I ask everyone to please read these works with the same attention you give the normal brand of posts here and respond in some way in the comments section below. Obviously, the closer your attention and the more you're able and willing to say to the writer the better. But any kind of related comment is welcome, even a simple sentence or two indicating you read the piece of writing and felt something or other about it would be helpful. The only guideline I'm going to give out regarding comments is that any response, whether lengthy or brief, praise filled or critical or anywhere inbetween, should be presented in a spirit of helping the writer in question. I'll be responding to the work too in the Comments section towards the end of the weekend. So, I guess all of that is probably clear. Giving support to the artists of different kinds who read and post on the blog has always been a very important aspect of this project, and this workshop series represents an opportunity to make that aspect more formal and explicit. This weekend's workshop features an excerpt from a novel-in-progress work by the writer and d.l. Rewritedept aka Chris Gugino. He asks for any thoughts, support, or criticism you can give him. I thank him greatly for entrusting his work to us, and I thank you all in advance for your kind participation. -- D.C.


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hey everyone. thanks for reading this introductory sample of my as-yet-untitled novel-in-progress. if you wish to offer notes, i would love to read them. you can comment here or, should you so desire, email me at rewritedept @yahoo.X. make sure you remove the spaces and replace the X with com. be brutally honest, unflinching and unforgiving. tell me all the shit you hated. you can tell me the stuff you liked too. as noted, this is still untitled, so if you want to offer suggestions for titles, i'll check 'em out. thanks again, and i hope you love it! -- CG aka Rewritedept



excerpt
by Chris Cugino


he's the perfect mark: plastic-framed cat's eye glasses; hair that, while not a bowlcut, obviously was at some point, though now it's overgrown and in need of a trim; looks like maybe his mom dresses him, still, which at this age is seriously pathetic.

what do i know, though? maybe his mom's dead and he has no clue what a dork he looks.

i figure i can probably make him for a fifty dollar blow job, enough for a couple bags and maybe some food. wonder if he'll let me fix at his place.

---

we get to his apartment, and it's about what i'd expected. cheap target furniture, sparse and neat. he says he has something he wants to show me.

first, hands me a shoebox of photos. some polaroids, a bunch of old 4x6 prints, a couple school portraits. says he'll be back but to busy myself looking through those. asks if i want a drink while i wait.

'beer, if you have any.'

off to the kitchen he goes while i start flipping through the photos. photos are about what i'd expected, too:

him fishing with what i'm assuming is his father, although they look nothing alike, squinting into the sun and holding a fish that's easily half as long as he is tall.

standing outside some amusement park with his mother (you can spot the resemblance this time, though she's not nearly as needy and sad looking as he).

school portraits: 2nd grade, 5th grade, middle school.

about a quarter of the way into the box, things take a turn.

some dismally furnished living room: wood paneling on the walls, fake tartan couch, coffee table that looks too heavy to move more than once with probably the ugliest lamp i've ever seen on top of it.

he's sitting on the couch, sipping a beer. maybe eleven, twelve. wearing cutoffs and a plaid shirt that clashes so badly with the tartan of the couch that i'm relieved when, four pictures in, he removes it.

it's around this time that he finally reenters the room and hands me a beer. domestic, the cheap fuck.

'oh, this wasn't even my first shoot. i wonder who got these out of order...' he says, semi-mysteriously. but before i can respond, he's off again, this time in the direction of the bedroom.

he's got the same glasses, or at least the same style, as he's wearing now. the same style he was wearing when i cruised him.

in the next three photos, he strikes some poses that are too goofy and sad to really count as sexy, is then joined by a man on the couch. the man looks to be about forty, though i can never tell once they're over a certain age, as all i ever look for are the signs of money and that desperate, clingy neediness that i know mean he'll let me spend the night, hit him up for a couple hundred in the morning on the threat of turning him in to the cops and ruining his life. because of my age, i never actually go into any of the bars i work, unless -----(redacted)'s working the door. he'll let me in if i sit over by the jukebox and don't make my nod too obvious. generally by that point, i'm starting to come down anyway, so my thoughts are only on choosing the right target to make sure i can fill my needs for the night. sometimes, if i pick the right guy, i can take care of my habit for a few days. one guy even let me crash with him for almost a whole week, but i left when the things he wanted got too weird, even for me.

anyway, the older guy comes into frame. makes the boy finish his beer before handing him another one. starts to kiss him somewhere around ten photos in. starts to work a hand down his shorts in the next photo.

photo twenty (i think, i've pretty much lost count by this point): the boy's shorts are off (have been off for maybe the last seven pictures, now that i think about it) and the man, now standing, is pressing the boy's face against the crotch of his jeans, which the boy appears to be sniffing with wild abandon, whatever the fuck that means.

next photo: the boy is fishing the man's cock out of his now unzipped jeans. the dick looks too large, in the boy's hands and next to his face.

next four photos, in quick succession: the man has a hardon. the boy takes it into his mouth. two shots of the boy sucking, one where he's just at the tip; the next, he's deepthroating it, his nose buried in the man's pubes, his eyes wide.

it's at this point that the boy, now a man himself, reenters the room, this time with an unlabeled VHS tape which he feeds into the VCR while turning on the tv, which is already set to the correct channel.

'i still have these on, oh, five or six 8mm loops, but the expense and hassle of hauling a projector around every time i move got to be too much to deal with, not to mention all the work of setting up a screen and projector every time i wanted to show someone my youthful, erm, accomplishments. so i had an editor friend of mine transfer everything over to video about a year ago.'

the first one starts: he's a little younger than in the pictures, walking into a field with two boys, one a little older than me and the other maybe twelve, thirteen.

jump cut: the oldest boy lays out a picnic blanket, which the younger two clamber on to. the two older boys surround the youngest boy. one begins tickling him, the oldest one, while the middle boy kisses him and begins tonguing hungrily at his open mouth. even at the distance and angle the camera is, you can tell the youngest boy, my date for the evening, has little or no experience with tongue kissing. he just kind of holds his mouth open and lets the older boy fumble around and dart his tongue in and out.

it's around when the oldest boy starts to undress my date that he opens a box on the table (the real one, not the one on the tv). inside are a couple largeish bags of what has to be extremely high quality h, since it's powder and not the tar i usually fuck with. also, a couple spoons (one is large, bent and charred; the other is small, obviously only useful for snorting drugs) and some syringes and needles. thankfully the syringes and needles are still wrapped, so they're sterile.

'wanna fix before we get started?'

'are you going to?'

'oh no, i don't do this shit. can't really stand it, to be honest. but i can smell a user from a mile off, so if you want to take a little to ease yr worries, make the whole thing more enjoyable, i understand.'

that's all the permission i need, so i grab one of the bags and the smaller spoon and take a quick sniff, just to test potency. i'll shoot some later if it feels right, but a couple small snorts should be enough to get me in the mood for whatever's coming next.

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it's amazing how little i have to do to show a guy i'm interested. from my perch by the jukebox, i give him a look: half-hungry, half-sad.

a look that says 'take me home and make me feel better and maybe i'll let you do something interesting with--or to--me.'

usually it takes a couple glances to get a guy to come pay attention. not this guy, though. he's up after just one look, walking across the room. i can almost hear the ice cubes in his drink rattling in their glass.

he gets to me, holds out a hand. 'sam. and you are...?'

'fucking parched,' i say, before grabbing his drink, finishing it in one gulp and setting the empty glass back in his empty hand. i've learned from practice how to drink quickly enough that the bartender (this real asshole who i'm sure wants to fuck me but can't get over the mildly pedophilic implications of actually going through with it, and so instead acts like he despises me and any of the guys i leave this shithole with) won't catch me and toss me out, something he's done a couple times.

for some reason he never complains when -----(redacted, again) lets me in again, though.

sam's drinking something faggy and sweet, a washington apple or something like that. i tell him to go grab a beer this time. i love playing rough trade to these simpering mama's boys who, for some fucked reason i can never figure out, always seem to be so interested in me.

i watch him as he walks away, and i swear there's an extra swing in his step that wasn't there when he approached. old fruit's trying to make me check out his ass, like maybe that'll make me ignore the slight potbelly or his terrible fucking haircut.

not that he's old, per se, maybe late twenties, early thirties. definitely the youngest guy i've considered fucking in a while. what can i say? he has that well-kempt but sad look that makes me know he's got money to blow, so long as i blow the right notes with him.

he's probably a computer programmer or something boring like that. fuck, i hope he doesn't want to talk about his job. i don't know that i'm up to faking interest in programmer speak tonight. had to do it with an old regular of mine and it took all of my restraint not to brain the boring fucker with the whiskey bottle that always sat between us on the couch before we headed back to his room.

five minutes later, he returns with the beer, mentions something about how the bartender doesn't seem too fond of me.

'fuck that guy, he's a fucking perv anyway. let's get the fuck out of here.' and with that, we take off into the night, me with the beer hidden under his coat.

---

by my third spoonful of the surprisingly potent heroin, sam's got his tongue in my mouth and is trying to get my shirt off.

i decide to lay back and let him steer for a minute, hoping maybe that will keep him from wanting to talk about:

-his job.
-his mom, who i'm positive, by now, is totally dead.
-all these older guys who've fucked him and fucked him around and maybe contributed to making him the total weirdo i am starting to become aware of him being.

either way, the h is taking me to a point beyond giving a fuck, where i'm content to let him take my shirt off, lick my nipples, make some remark about how skinny i am.

it's as he's loosening my belt that i start to notice something's wrong. i totally underestimated the strength of the h, and now feel like i'm going to be sick. probably my fault for mixing booze before i started into it.

'fuck, i'm going to puke. get up! where's the fucking bathroom?'

'do it in my mouth; i like it.'

'fuck you. where's the fucking toilet?'

reluctantly, he lets me up, points to a darkened doorway at the far end of his open bedroom, in which i can see, faintly, the outline of a toilet next to a bathtub.

i take off, knowing from experience not to run, as it will make me throw up on the floor. i don't want to give this guy the satisfaction of watching me throw up, especially since he 'likes it.'

ugh. i'm shuddering just remembering him saying that.

make it to the bathroom, throw the door closed behind me and start vomiting. as i finish, i'm overcome with a deep feeling of hatred toward sam which i do my best to ignore, bury deep, so i can go back out and pretend to be into him some more.

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'what do you want to do tonight?'

we're at sam's. he's been gone for about a week.

'i don't know, peter. what do you want to do tonight?'

we probably shouldn't be here, but sam gave me a spare key after our fourth date.

'i hate it when you do that.'

when he gave me his key, i thought it was because he loved me, as in, he cared about me.

'do what?'

i figured out pretty quickly that it was more love like control than love like care.

'when you take a question i asked you and ask me the same question. just say you don't know. don't make me feel like an asshole.'

'sorry. i don't know what i want to do tonight.'

'do we have enough to order a pizza?'

'i guess so.' sam did leave us with a little spending cash before he left, and i know where he keeps his ATM card. can't be too hard to figure out his PIN; he's probably not stupid enough to use his own birthday, so i'll bet it's mommy-dearest's.

'oh! i know what we can do. let's fuck the delivery guy from pizza bandit.'

'...uh?'

'you know, the one who went all cartoon-wolf-eyes when you took the pizza from him in yr shorts that one time. what's his name? george?'

'yeah. him. really? that's what you want to do with a friday night?' peter has this thing about watching me fuck strange guys, and this guy george is definitely strange. not just strange like 'wants to fuck an adolescent boy or two,' but genuinely strange. like, 'probably has a body buried in his crawlspace' strange.

but, whatever. i'm sure he won't turn us down.

---

we met at a party. it was one of those church functions where some deacon or bishop, together with his once-hot wife and their five or more jügend, invites the members of the youth group and their parents over to his too-large house to swim in the pool, eat overcooked hot dogs and sing in a circle with youth pastor dave or phil or whoever. one of those things my mom insisted on dragging me to despite the fact that i'd never once shown an interest in the church youth group and was openly despised by some of its more prominent members.

he was the only other kid there who wasn't partaking of the respite the pool offered from the summer heat, reclining in the shade of a large pine tree in a corner of the yard that, though not geometrically farthest from the house and the pool, was certainly the most isolated. he wore jeans and a too-large dress shirt, unbuttoned over a pavement t-shirt, and was reading what appeared from my position by the back gate (where i was attempting to sneak a couple rips off my pipe to make the socialization a little easier, or at least less tedious) to be a well-thumbed copy of 'naked lunch.'

jesus, i remember thinking: this kid's in, maybe, the fifth grade and he's probably already cooler than i'll ever be in my life.

i walked over and introduced myself by offering a hit off the flask i'd had an older friend steal for me and filled with whisky pilfered from my uncle's liquor cabinet.

'thanks. god, i hate these things. i've seen you around before. bobby, right?'

'yeah. i've seen you too. yr dad's a mechanic, right?'

'yeah, when he isn't drunk enough to beat the shit out of my mom or too drunk to get off the couch.'

'um...'

'don't worry; i fucking hate the guy, but i'm not fishing for sympathy. name's peter, by the way. and is that weed i smell on you?'




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p.s. Hey. Well, I kind of laid out everything to do with the workshop above, so I'll just add or reiterate, I guess, that I hope you guys, both d.l.s and normally silent readers, will consider saying something to Chris/Rewritedept about his work-in-progress this weekend. Anything, even a simple acknowledgement that you took the time to read his work, would mean a lot to him, and to the blog, and to me. All right, thank you! ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T. My enormous pleasure, of course! ** Cobaltfram, Hey, John. Monday might be better for me than Wednesday. What's your schedule, etc.? Long emails, what are those, ha ha? I think in the case of the request/threat about the 'libelous' stuff in the post, it was to help the subject matter, a once big porn star turned escort, continue to escort successfully without potential clients saying, But what about that less than appetizing stuff I read about you somewhere online? I read about that Dustin/'The Real World' thing, but I think I stopped watching that show after, like, the second season. Bon weekend! ** Nicki, Hi. Perhaps. In any case, there won't be any human genitalia to potentially get you in trouble. I don't post as crazily, in the sex/porn realm here, as I used to years ago. Crazily in every other respect perhaps, but I've (temporarily?) lost interest in covering the foibles of Eastern European porn stars and all that sort of stuff, except for in the middle and last of the month. But, hey, I could go wild about that sort of thing again. You never know with me. I'll read Michelle Pace's piece this weekend, Thank you! Everyone, d.l. Nicki highly recommends something, and here she is via the magic of copy and paste to tell you herself, i.e. 'I just wanted to share a link to a really important and well-written piece that a dear friend and colleague of mine, Michelle Pace, has written in The Conversation. Michelle's a highly respected and well-known scholar of the Middle East and she's spent many years speaking to individuals and communities in both Israel and Palestine, so she's coming from that context with this piece.' ** Steevee, Very nice interview with Mr. Linklater. Props. What a shame about that inadequate budget. Those sorts of posts were dying down in my feed too until yesterday. Now their post-ers have decided that they have the justification to continue at an even more abrasive pitch. ** Kier, Yeah, keester, ha ha. What a weird word for an ass. I've seen some very inexplicable terms for an ass in my life, but that one really doesn't bear any resemblance to the thing it defines. I would do the donuts/coffee/'TP' thing with you in the middle of the hell of summer, which, given my utter antipathy-meets-hatred of hot weather, says something. Exactly: the thing is often the mulch for the thing. Or something. That made sense right before I typed it. Indian food, slurp. I have brother who annoys me 24/7 to the point of no return. Hugs. My Friday was good. I gave Zac his b'day presents. He seemed to really like them. Then we had a big catch up meeting on all the film stuff we need to figure out, and we started figuring it. And we hung out. That's the best. And then I actually wrote a few emails and did some diddly -- but better than nothing -- work on my novel. So yesterday wasn't too shabby. What's going on with your weekend? Are your arms back to being normal enough things to let you do most of what you wish? ** Sypha, Hi, man. ** Damien Ark, Hi, Damien! Iowa, interesting. Well, it'll be good to be in a new locale then, won't it? I'm sorry to hear about the oxy relapse. I've had friends go through that very thing, and it's tough. But don't let it speak to you persuasively. Remember how it's interfering with you. Because, man, you really shouldn't even think for a second about giving up writing. You're really, really talented, and that's a rare thing, and I can say as a writer myself that, if your love writing persists, having a life as a writer is a great thing, a gift in many, many ways. Especially if you're at all 'weird', an outsider, a thinker and dreamer of things that most people do not understand, like I am, and like maybe you are too. Seriously, don't let what you're going right now pollute your belief in your writing, and, more than that, your love of writing. A love of writing is the key, the most important and only thing that keeps a writer being a writer, and, as I said, I really recommend having that talent and receptacle and way to communicate with the world in your life. I really can't even imagine who or what I would have been without my writing. It's a very scary thing to think about. Take good care, man. ** David Ehrenstein, A classicist about tats, that's nice. I like that. I remember reading about Roberto Pompa in 'Early Plastic'. That's very sad to hear. My condolences, David. ** _Black_Acrylic, Excellent! Art101 progress at long last! That headline would suck me in like a maw. Cool. ** Kiddiepunk, Oh, wow, well, come on, what a gift to the blog, dude. And you did such perfect work on it. And I want one of your ltd. ed. zines. And, yes, we will see each very soon, no doubt about that. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Thank you, thank you for the Merge fest recap. That was really, really fun to read. That is a surprise (to me) about Imperial Teen. I've never seen them live, but I've never felt more than so-so about their recorded output. Okay, I think I'll def. see Superchunk if they get over here. 'Almost as hyper' is good enough for me. That's really exciting about the Destroyer set. It sounds like he really went for it live. Every time I've seen him live, he has just kind of beefed up and simplified his stuff for the live context with a rock band backup, and it's never been the sublime thing I've hoped for. But that's sounds incredible. Wow. Thank you! How was your reading in ... Baltimore, wasn't it? My favorite Echo & the Bunnymen album. 'Heaven Up Here'. That's one of my all-time favorite albums. I love their first three albums. I like 'Ocean Rain', but I definitely don't think its their masterpiece, as seems to be the general consensus. After that, it gets spottier. But the first three albums are incredible, I think. ** Aaron Mirkin, Hi, Aaron. Me too, about the can't wait/edited thing. Yes, I would say it's coming together even more beautifully than we had hoped. I mean, I guess we won't really know until Zac starts editing it 'cos that's where it's going to become what it will be since Zac's work/genius is heavily involved in editing. But we're very happy. Issues? Nothing substantial. I think probably just the usual issues that arise when trying to make a poetic/experimental film with a very low budget. We've had to shift gears and rewrite and reimagine things a lot, sometimes on set and in the moment, but that's been nothing but exciting, really, and the changes always seem like improvements. Thank you for asking about that. How are you doing? How are you feeling? What work and what stage are you at in it right now? Cool that you met the great, so very great Derek McCormack! One of the language gods, in my opinion. That's so great! Have a fine weekend. ** Misanthrope, Oh, wow, no, I was just being random and goofy. I'm definitely not following you, I don't know about anybody else. I mean, not in person. Not from the shadows. Not from where you least expect it. Gosh, I don't know. I feel like I'm both right and wrong simultaneously all the time. You have a b'day coming up! You want a b'day post? I'll make you any post you want for your birthday within the realms of what the blog considers common decency. Name it. Seriously. That an interesting and complex paragraph, sir. I'm still rereading it in wonder and slight confusion, but let me take a flying leap and say, uh, yes, that's one's prerogative? What is this strangeness around you? You can't say or even hint? Jello couldn't possibly live up to how incredible it looks and feels to the touch and so on, but I like it. Sometimes. With whipped cream especially. Ooh. ** Rewritedept, It's the man of the weekend! Thank you again for putting your work in this place's light. I hope it goes really, really well. It can. It has. It should. Up to the fine folks around here, obviously. Favorite Brad Pitt movie, huh ... Shit, I'm going to have to go check IMDb to remember what he's in. Hold on. Oh, well, for me, 'Tree of Life', hands down. After that, uh, hm ... I liked 'Twelve Monkeys'. I'd like to see it again to make sure. My Friday was a very good one. Told Kier about it up there somewhere. No, I haven't seen a show in ages. It sucks. Will remedy that. Have a really good weekend! I'll see you in the comments section at the end of the weekend, my time. ** Right. Please do lend your considerable powers of reading, thinking, and typing to Rewritedept/Chris's fiction piece this weekend. Thank you very much! See you, or, rather, him, in the comments late on Sunday, and I'll see you back here from my usual berth on Monday.
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