Friday, April 24, 2015

19 kids review Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, Slamchow Slap Chop, Jordan Retro 3 Stealth Fire Red Light Grey Nike Air, Bearpaw boots, Super Power Lacrosse Head, Tech Deck Longboard, headset, Animusic HD, a pizza restaurant, Sunday in the Park with George, Andy Capp's Hot Fries, I Am Legend, Coffee Connection, Little Live Pets, Furby, Vinegar Hot Sauce, lightsabers, US Highlight Cleats, Interstellar, Shrek, The American Dad




Crazy Kid Reviews Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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Shamwow Slap Chop Review

Tiim 2 years ago
You should join us in TeamSpeak, we'd love your intellectuality.

IBiteTheHandThatFed 3 years ago
Vince should beat you up...I mean you have blowjob lips ...

TheFatty2497 4 years ago
Dude!
With all due respect. I am highly recommending that you use Youtube only for watching videos. Because you are the most innocent 13 year old I have ever seen and your videos honestly make me want to take my laptop throw it in a shower full of water mixed with crap, then take it and throw it outside my house onto a busy highway where cars will run it over for a 24 hour period and then take it and burn it with a liter until It's chared. But enough of that.

Hqred 5 years ago
Slap chop your ass open.





Jordan Retro 3 Stealth Fire Red Light Grey Nike Air

davon jordan 1 year ago
Wat size are those

Tai Willow 2 years ago
dope little man!!!





Bearpaw boots review by Andrea

Juliette Buffa 5 months ago
She's sooooo cute ������

Laira Georgevich 5 months ago
OMG she is so cute!!

Cici Rodrgz 1 year ago
very cute

Alex Gutierrez 2 years ago
cute





Super Power lacrosse head review

Teddy Locke 3 years ago
FLOWSIDON

pooop 3 years ago
nothin worng with worrying about your flow... bro lol

MrSHOWMETHEMONEY101 3 years ago
i care ubout my hair too

shoegeek100 3 years ago
I had nice flow I loved it so much but then u cut it for the summer.

MrJustinGraham 3 years ago
You have brutal flow





Kid Reviews Tech Deck Longboard

Connie Nelson 1 year ago
and good bye hahahahah





drunk kid reviews headset.

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Autism Kid- Reviews of Animusic HD

Andy Phan 4 months ago
Sorry, for the broken English, but my autism brother wanted to do a review of Animusic HD.





America's Kid Restaurant Reviewer

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Iain reviews Sunday in the Park with George (Signature Theatre)

MrPoochsmooch 8 months ago
Thank GOD there is hope for the future!

profrabbit 8 months ago
This boy is off the chain smart. He could be a theater critic NOW - but I hope a better fate awaits him.

Jay Aubrey Jones 7 months ago
...and a child shall lead them.





Andy Capp's Hot fries review

Tadzio5050 1 week ago
Andy is dumb yo





Kid reviews the movie "I Am Legend"

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Goth Kid Reviews- Coffee Connection, Rittman Ohio

TheHailey39 3 years ago
U seem nice I see you walking around alot =)

TheGothic Songbird 2 years ago
That is just...sad...
Coffee is pretty important to me (as is the Goth subculture) so to see a company that cannot serve good coffee, nor be kind towards alternative people..

Chestney Chiller 3 years ago
I find it ironic you said you "walked" up in town. There's this strange thing that people say about goths is that they dont drive, i've never seen one drive because there are ZERO of goths where i live, aside from me and my 3 goth friends. but we drive cause we're teens. So, do you drive? Do you walk all the time? is it true that some goths really dont drive? I'd love to know your opinion on this





Little Live Pets Bird in Cage and Furby. Technology Reports.

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Kid Reviews Vinegar Hot Sauce

Shawn Klemmer 1 year ago
Truthful about the sauce.

poppafish428 1 year ago
I love this guy!

silaska 1 year ago
One of my favorite sauces especially on fried catfish.





Kid reviews Lightsabers

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New UA highlight cleats review

Parker Ballard 2 years ago
Those cleats are going to look real nice on you......when you're sitting the bench.

Alexander Hodge 2 years ago
this boy need to hit the gym and work on that bird chest. I also have the cleats. I posted a video

Charles Jourdan 2 years ago
IF you will sell them I will bye them for 160 $ I know that is more than they cost but it is worth it

Jeff Boadi 1 year ago
Is he ok?

jalen bernard 1 year ago
why do u have your shirt off.....

Justin Ashman 1 year ago
Thid dude is retarded





6 year old girl reviews Interstellar

fede mona 4 months ago
The scene with the giant waves scared me too!

MissObservation 4 months ago
Uh, I didn't understand it very much. My dad is trying to explain time travel to me but it's hard. We're watching Back to the Future now. I like it much better.

iRazor8 2 months ago
He wasn't in a library.He was trying to communicate with Murf through the fifth dimension in the black hole.
After that he somehow imagines that gravity is really just him the entire time and the black hole just...threw him in the apoapsis of Saturn.

ajax1099 5 months ago
Why did you take a little 6yrld girl to a pg-13 movie, you need to learn how to be a better parent

Hana M 3 months ago
The comments seem fake. I'm sure the father of the girl took this and edited the video, as well as posts these comments on here.





My Review of Shrek and The American Dad

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p.s. Hey. Today's post coagulated due to a tip from kiddiepunk. ** Damien Ark, Coolness. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Complex, yeah, and quite the writer. Hm, I'll read that piece you linked to asap, and I'll try to remember to pass along my take. Thank you! Yay about 'Out 1' + Blu-Ray. ** Steevee, Hi. Hm, curious method on Stokoe's part. It's very hard for me to believe that there's not a press in the US or UK that would publish his book. I suspect it's an issue of him wanting more money than the presses that would be interested in publishing the book can afford to pay. Look forward to your review. Everyone, here's Steve's review of Ethan Hawke's documentary film SEYMOUR: AN INTRODUCTION. ** Flit, Ah, shit, so much for my magical powers. Yikes, I'm chuffed and honored by your herculean efforts to decode this place. People dance here. I think dancing is pretty popular. I've seen people here dancing. It works when French people dance. You wouldn't even know they were French  necessarily. Diggity. ** _Black_Acrylic, Last tour? Wow, lucky you. I would be interested to hear what he does in such monumental circumstances. All those intended life changes seem like a big thumbs-up situation and doable. I love driving. It's a great skill to have. And it's easier to finesse than you would think. ** John, Hey, man! Welcome back! Cool that you saw and liked the William Pope.L. Yeah, totally, I agree about the highlights. No, I didn't get to see or even know about Parker Ito's show at Chateau Shatto. Damn. I'll google that, and I'll tell my LA friends to make haste. How was your trip in general? Any other SoCal faves? ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T-ster. Thank you so very much again. ** Kier, Ha ha, I feel like your den-things are really on a roll right now. Thank you! Deep bow. Oh, shit, I hope you got decent sleep last night and that your stomach is behaving. Ugh about the self-involved, withholding guy. The animals' gratitude is what it's all about though, right? Or mostly? Symphony concerts have weird powers. I always forget that. There's this transporting and distracting/relaxing thing to them that's really unique. And deepening. I don't know. And Mahler's 5th is great. I like Mahler. Yesterday, I tried to make serious progress on the pre-move stuff. Didn't get quite serious enough, but I'm on my way now. Zac wanted to think and make more notes about my film proposal ideas, so we delayed our meeting until today. Sadly, artist and d.l. Jonathan Mayhew is about to end his Paris residency and go back to Dublin, so we had a last hang out. We went to Paris's by-far-best English language bookstore, Berkeley Books. I really didn't want to buy anything because I'm trying to get rid of stuff to lighten my move, but I bought two books anyway. James Tate, Ishmael Reed. Then we hit up the sublime French/Japanese patisserie Sadaharu Aoki for some goodies. Then we had a coffee and visit, and then he sadly headed off, and I came home and kept pre-moving. I was really annoyed because the producers of Zac's and my film put up three stills 'from our film' on their site, and two of them aren't even from our film and they censored the third one, so I wrote them a testy email demanding that they remove them. Jesus. Not much else. Nothing else exciting. Today doesn't promise too much excitement, but I'll let you know what happened irregardless. Did you feel calmer and sparkier today? ** James, Hi. I don't know in feet, but it's about 55 square meters. It's really huge compared to where I've been living, even though it's not huge. It's roomy, though. ** Keaton, Ha ha, maybe not, ha ha, but maybe so, I don't even know. London is the only city where I feel like I'm made to feel weird and alien because I don't like drinking alcohol. Misanthrope did that guilty pleasures post here a while back, and I couldn't think of any guilty pleasures I have, but, now that you mention it, I think Steven Seagal movies probably qualify. ** White tiger, Hi, Math! Cool. 'Ktl' has a tour coming up. Let me see if I can remember: Australia (Adelaide plus either Melbourne or Tasmania), Holland (Tilburg), Geneva, somewhere else I can't remember (in Germany maybe?), and Paris. Love to you, buddy. ** Misanthrope, Hi. You didn't ask me, but I listen to Tim Hecker in the car on my travels quite a lot, plus at home. The lawyer way-back-when said that if I had been 'a flamer', i.e. 'obvious', he would have suggested it, but, since I wasn't, it became a weak idea because a lot of straight guys were saying they were gay to get out of Vietnam duty, and proving gayness was a bitch. I know some people who only friend people on Facebook who are also their real life friends. Not many, but I do know a few. No, people don't really do that with me. M reputation seems to precede me or something. Well, based on past trends, now that the beard thing is dying out, mustaches get a turn in the sun for a while, but not for long, and then clean-shavenness will be cool again. That's kind of what happened when the hippie thing died out. ** Cal Graves, Hi. Oh, you don't pass around print-outs of the poems in class? If so, that does seem strange to me. So the class is really into poetry being an oral art form or something? Ugh, job hunt, what are you hoping to get? No, in fact, I don't think I've ever read Georges Simenon, which seems very strange to me. 'Pedigree' ... I'll check it out, Thank you! Writers I despise? Hm ... I don't think 'despise', no. Kind of dislike, but that's different. I don't despise very many things. I'm a pretty live and let live guy. Bands? Mm, just the obvious, boring bands like, you know, U2, Coldplay, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and so on, I guess. Artists? Other than Abramovic? Not off the top of my head. I despise Lars von Trier's films. Does he count? Hm, I'll have to think more careful about that question t ocome up with examples, I think. I'm sure I'm probably forgetting all kinds of hateful artists, ha ha. What about you? Are there writers, bands, artists, etc whom you despise? Frog-bottle-ly? Ha ha, that's a great one. Uh, ... (not great) ... uh, Poindexter-ly? Dennis ** Gregoryedwin, Hi, G! How's it going? Are you handling the always intense, confusing 'book just published' phase okay? Bill Berkson! That's really sweet. He's cool. I met him once. He wouldn't remember. It was ages ago. I thought he was very suave and gentle. I need to get Brad's book. Shit, I really need to order that. Lovely to see you, pal. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Lucky you on the Sleater-Kinney gig. Sounds amazing. They must be heading over to Paris. I hope it's not a festival gig. That would suck. Very, very interesting: what's happening to your novel. Yeah, in fact, I know what you mean very well. That has happened with my novels frequently, and it does create a real dilemma. Is there not the possibility of retaining some of the fleshing out and discarding others? Making certain interactions and character psychologies richer and leaving other situations and 'people' more ... placeholder-like? Or something? I find myself doing that sometimes, but my novels lend themselves to variations in depth, maybe, that thickening and thinning, I think? I don't know. Very interesting. ** Right. I happen to obviously think those guys up there video-reviewing things is kind of fascinating for some reason. See what you think, though. See you tomorrow.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Thomas Moronic presents ... Tim Hecker Mixtape





I’ve been listening to Tim Hecker for years now. His work is continually exciting to me. It’s beautiful, overpowering, amazingly intricate, expansive. I’ve got a lot of his stuff and I’ve been lucky enough to see him play live a few times as well. Every performance I’ve been to has been one of those times when the hairs on my arms stand on end. There’s something about his sound that digs deep into me when he plays. Kind of like this rush of euphoria. There’s a gorgeous and fascinating sadness in the work at the same time that there’s a transcendent glow and an uplifting beauty. It’s refined, as it is raw and powerful. I’ve a made a mixtape of some his stuff. If it hits the spot, I urge you to check out more. Hope you enjoy.


Bio

Tim Hecker is a Canadian-based musician and sound artist, born in Vancouver. Since 1996, he has produced a range of audio works for Kranky, Alien8, Mille Plateaux, Room40, Force Inc, Staalplaat, and Fat Cat. His works have been described as “structured ambient”, “tectonic color plates” and “cathedral electronic music”. More to the point, he has focused on exploring the intersection of noise, dissonance and melody, fostering an approach to songcraft which is both physical and emotive. The New York Times has described his work as “foreboding, abstract pieces in which static and sub-bass rumbles open up around slow moving notes and chords, like fissures in the earth waiting to swallow them whole”. His Harmony in Ultraviolet received critical acclaim, including being recognized by Pitchfork as a top recording of 2006. Radio Amor was also recognized as a key recording of 2003 by Wire magazine. His work has also included commissions for contemporary dance, sound-art installations, as well as various writings. He currently resides in Montreal.

For more information: http://www.sunblind.net




Amps, Drugs, Mellotron



Chimeras



Black Refraction



Stab Variation



Dungeoneering



The Piano Drop



The Work Of Art In The Age Of Cultural Overproduction



acephale/neither more nor less



The Return of Sam Snead



Borderlands



Norberg



& Daniel Lopatin - Uptown Psychedelia



& Daniel Lopatin - Intrusions



Virginal II / The Piano Drop - 2012 Pitchfork Music Festival



Isis + Tim Hecker - Live Improvised Collaboration




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p.s. Hey. If you don't already know the incredible musical works of Tim Hecker, you'll have no excuse other than lack of curiosity once your eyes have fallen upon this helpful and cogent guest-post by the ultra-noteworthy writer and generous d.l. Thomas 'Moronic' Moore. Get down, won't you? Thanks ever so much, T! ** Tuesday ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Ah, marginality, that most subjective of tags. I just read a really fine piece by Sacks in TNY about the end of Spalding Gray's life. He wrote so very well. ** Sypha, That makes sense. I prefer by phone because the opportunity to be super-clear ends up taking me forever. Enjoy the almost nothing at all? ** James, Nice! The NYC trip, I mean. If you want stay in small hotel rooms, go to Tokyo. They're nice, though. I hope I have that LA opportunity. The director of the film you asked Me. E about is also one of the producers of Zac's and my film. And he has a small role in it too. ** Keaton, You must have very strong legs. London is massive, almost too massive in some weird, wrong way for my taste. Oh, nice, about the job. Well, if that's true about Cleveland, then I guess that's very good for you, you being you, right? ** Steevee, Seems right. ** Thomas Moronic, Thanks, personally, and hugs, again for the Hecker shebang! ** Cal Graves, Wow, that's a good name mutation. Thanks! Oh, I see, about that guy. So, in that workshop, other people read your work aloud? That's interesting. I've never heard of that before. Ha! Swervingly, Dennis. ** _Black_Acrylic, I hope you're enjoying Leeds, Benster! Oh, Marc Almond. What is he doing live? A retrospective thing or a specific thing? Oh, wait, he has new album out, I think, doesn't he? Then I guess he'll do that plus select oldies, I presume. ** Kier, Ha ha, denmark, ha ha. So simple but so complex. I've never seen a single frame of 'Game of Thrones', isn't that weird? I didn't know of any of those horror films you reviewed. I want to see all those films too. And 'The Babadook'. Now that France has Netflix, I really need to join that. Oh, let's see ... I guess I'll do both day reports, such as they are, right here? I guess so, if I can remember. Uh, on Tuesday I think I just started packing/discarding stuff for the move and all of that, but I wasn't really in the mood, so I have to start kicking ass doing that today. I finished writing up my initial notes and script ideas for Zac's and my next film, and I gave them to him, and he read them yesterday, and we're going to talk about them today. What else ... oh, Gisele wanted Zac and me to see a theater piece because she said she had this flash idea of he and I writing a solo theater piece for her about a clown who does magic tricks starring the guy whose solo show she wanted us to see. She said he was a magician clown. So, we went. And it was really terrible. I was watching it thinking Gisele must have been on acid when she saw it or something. Also, he wasn't a magician clown but more like a show-off-y mime. It was confusing. Then, afterwards, I called her and said, 'What?!' She confessed that she'd never a magic show before and thought his was good, but I told her it was neither a magic show nor good, and she saw what I meant, so now she's over the clown magician solo piece idea. Yesterday, we did that audition all day. We were auditioning this young dancer, Sylvain, whom we'd audition six years ago for another part. We'd thought he was amazing back then, but the part wasn't right. Anyway, within five minutes of starting the audition yesterday, we knew was perfect. So we spent all day teaching him the role. He was incredible. 'Kindertotenlieder' is my favorite of Gisele's and my works, and I love it as it is, but, with Sylvain in it, I think it's going even much, much stronger. So that was exciting. He was so good that Gisele also cast him on the spot for this adaptation of Stravinsky's 'Rite of Spring' that she/we will be doing next year. Plus, he's a lovely guy. It was a very successful day. Otherwise, after some uploading issues, Zac finally got our film to the producers who will now submit it to four film festivals. And I think that's the totality (of sorts) of my last two days. What did today unfold for you? ** Flit, Hi, Flit! Fuck that machine's persnickety-ness! Did that help? ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. I guess I'm not totally surprised that you knew Horsepussy. Not totally. Putting the usual friend count of Facebook aside for a moment, having 32 friends is pretty good. That's a lot of friends. ** Bill, Hi, Bill. Yeah, ha ha, re: Horsepussy's site. I was like, 'That's extreme'? I guess I'm tragically jaded. Sigh, indeed. I already miss this place. My eyes saw IKEA too. What is ISEA? Wait, I'll google it. ** Wednesday ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. You get the new issues of The Wire so quick over there. I'm jealous. It takes about two weeks for them to get here. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, sir. ** Steevee, Hi, also sir. That's very strange about the Stokoe situation. I don't know anything about his issues with Akashic, but I've barely been in touch with them for a while now. So, it was released in the States, but only within a tiny frame? I don't understand. ** G.r. maierhofer, Hi, dGranty. Oh, very sweet about the Fanzine excerpt. I'm excited to read it! Everyone, very fine writer Grant Maierhofer has had a chunk of his highly anticipated very forthcoming novel 'Marcel' published at the ever-awesome Fanzine. Go jump the gun and gift yourself. Oh, yeah, get in contact with me after the first of the month, and I'll give you my new mailing address. Awesome, thanks! ** Magick mike, Hi, Mike! Awesome! I'm so glad you like it and that the blog could do its part! ** Kier, Ha ha, another crazy good name thing. My name is like the word that keeps on giving, or whatever they say. You saw and got to spend oodles of high quality time with Silja! And with Lucifer! Wow, so nice! Yay! I gave you both of my recent day reports up in the Tuesday section. Now I'll try to do and give you something for tomorrow. Love, me. ** Flit, I'm going to get those. ** James, Hi. The Fama book is truly wonderful. He's a really good poet. Cool. I got very little packing done due to procrastination, but I have to really, really get into packing, etc. today, as much as I dread it. ** Misanthrope, I was drafted for Vietnam when I was ... what, 18, 19? It was terrifying. I consulted with a lawyer, and he said that using the gay out was not that reliable, and that, depending on the mood/attitude of the person at the draft board, they could go, 'I don't care that you're gay, you're drafted'. So I used the excuse of my having a bad back instead. Which worked. ** Cal Graves, Oh, gosh, thanks, Cal. It's a total honor to be in position to be able to do that. ** Thomas Moronic, 'The Motion' is terrific. ** Bill, Hi, Bill. Thanks. Yes, I need to get the new Millhauser. That's exciting. How's it going, maestro? ** Okay. I'm caught up. Let's start again. But, first, why don't you listen to some Tim Hecker, eh? Seem like a plan? See you tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

4 books I read recently & loved: Lucy K Shaw The Motion, Ben Fama Fantasy, Katie Jean Shinkle The Arson People, Cameron Pierce Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon

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This is the story of how I got to publish Lucy K Shaw’s first book, The Motion. Besides editing Real Pants, I run a small press called 421 Atlanta. The Motion [was] released on March 31. ... You can [order] it now and I suggest that you do.

Here’s how it all happened. The story is a list, in honor of the stories in The Motion that are told in list form.

1. I met Lucy K Shaw at a bar on a July night in Baltimore. We played cards, and I ate a bad oyster.

2. This was at the end of a short impromptu trip I took to visit Adam Robinson. Nothing was settled between us yet, but we were hopeful.

3. I got sick every time I ate oysters for the next 18 months.

4. In September, I talked to Adam about starting a small press named after my street address in Atlanta, 421. We were in line at a Chipotle in Baltimore. Things between us were more settled, and we were still hopeful. I would need Adam’s help to start a press.

5. By January, I had published two chapbooks, my own and Daniel Beauregard‘s. Adam designed the covers and the insides. I had asked Mary Ruefle and Maggie Nelson for manuscripts, but they both politely declined. To figure out what to publish next, I held a short prose chapbook contest, judged by Mary Miller. We got 78 entries or something, and I picked 10 or 11 finalists.

6. Adam processed the entries so that I could read them without looking at who wrote them, but I knew or strongly thought that one of the finalists was Lucy K Shaw, based on her mention of a friend named Gabby and these lines: “I had just learned where the phrase, ‘What would you do for a Klondike bar?’ comes from. An instance which had reminded me, cruelly I felt, that I hadn’t grown up in America like the rest of my friends.”

7. At that time, the manuscript was called, Pain Always Produces Logic, Which Is Very Bad For You. It had 6 stories. I knew I wanted to publish it whether or not Mary chose it as the winner. Mary chose The Passion of Joan of Arc by William Todd Seabrook, who turned out to be an experienced winner of chapbook contests. It was great fun to publish Todd’s manuscript. We had two release parties, one with Natalie Lyalin and Seth Landman, and one with Laird Hunt.

8. In the meantime, I confirmed that Lucy wrote what I suspected she wrote, and I asked to publish the manuscript later that year. Because of the time difference between Atlanta and England, the email timestamp shows that she said yes 4 hours and 9 minutes before I asked. There’s no way to know what really happened.

9. By the time we announced in April, the manuscript didn’t have a title anymore. We planned to publish the chapbook in November.

10. That didn’t happen. But we were working on it. Lucy revised and added a story, and I sent editorial notes, and by November, the manuscript had a title—The Motion, a cover image, and 7 stories. The Frank O’Hara quotation that original title came from had become an epigraph. Six months before, Adam had moved to the house that I named the press after, and we’d made plans to start this website.

11. We launched Real Pants on January 1. On January 3, I ate oysters and didn’t get sick. We had oysters again at our launch party and I still didn’t get sick.

12. All that was involved with starting the website afforded me little time to devote to The Motion. I wanted to give Lucy’s manuscript the serious attention it deserved.

13. We got back to work when the time was right. Lucy had written two more stories in the process of moving to Berlin. I continue to be astonished by how Lucy works. The last story in the book, “Wedding,” is extraordinary. (There is a tenth piece after Wedding but it isn’t a story).

14. I didn’t know it yet, but “Wedding” took The Motion from chapbook to perfect-bound book with a spine.

15. We did a quick back-and-forth with edits and sent the manuscript to the 421 Atlanta design department (Adam). He laid it out as a chapbook but asked what I thought about publishing it as a small book instead.

16. With some trepidation, I asked Lucy what she thought. I loved the idea, but what if Lucy didn’t want The Motion to be her first straight-up book book, with an ISBN and an Amazon listing and all that? What if she didn’t want her first book to come out from 421 Atlanta? The press is very small and new, with no budget to speak of, and I didn’t want to assume that just because she entrusted her chapbook manuscript to me, that she would be okay with this bait-and-switch.

17. Plus, formatted as a small perfect-bound book, The Motion is 78 pages, which is a lot fewer than most full-length books of short stories. It is the length of a full-length poetry book, maybe, but The Motion is prose.

18. I phrased my email to Lucy more like a statement than a question, to inspire confidence and trust. I called it “a short collection of prose. A short book of short stories.” It worked. She reacted like this.

19. We decided to publish a first edition of 500.

20. It’s definitely the right way. A chapbook is a singular thing of its own. Chapbooks love to be read all at once, and they don’t love to be reprinted in new editions. They come in all different shapes and bindings, sometimes sewn and sometimes stapled, but I don’t think they ever have spines. They are invertebrates. I believe in the form, and 421 Atlanta will publish chapbooks again in the future.

21. A book is an elastic, expansive, enduring thing. A book, long or short, has bones and multiple systems within it.

22. The Motion is a book. It is Lucy K Shaw’s debut collection of stories and it will be published by 421 Atlanta.

23. It’s really an honor.

-- Amy McDaniel, Real Pants








Lucy K Shaw The Motion
421Atlanta

'If my first book, The Motion, was being made into a movie, it would be very expensive to make. It is set in five different countries. There are scenes at The British Museum, at Sylvia Plath’s house, in Central Park, in Brooklyn, in Queens, at an office building close to Toronto airport, in an apartment in the center of Paris, and outside of a courthouse in the suburbs of Berlin, to name just a few of the locations. If my book was being made into a movie, I would want for it to be directed by Meggie Green.' -- Lucy K Shaw



Excerpt

I Like to be in the Sea for That Reason, I Think

1. Five years ago, on my 22nd birthday, a friend sent me ‘The Easter Parade’ by Richard Yates in the mail. I had read his two short story collections, ‘Liars in Love’ and ‘Eleven Kinds of Loneliness’ two summers previously, but she didn’t know this, I don’t think. She had just read a lot of American fiction and had a good sense for what I might like too.

2. Those are the best titles though.

3. Liars in Love

4. Eleven Kinds of Loneliness

5. I have always been, I feel, the worse friend in that particular friendship. So many of my emails started, ‘I’m sorry it took me so long to respond,’ that eventually, I just stopped responding altogether.

6. Gabby recently read ‘The Easter Parade’ and we talked at length one time about how the main character, Emily Grimes, is basically just Richard Yates, as a woman. Gabby had read an interview in which Richard Yates said something like, ‘Emily fucking Grimes, that’s me.’

7. Whenever we have a conversation about writing characters who are very similar to ourselves, Gabby quotes, ‘Emily fucking Grimes, that’s me’ and I laugh and I say, ‘Yeah. Well, yeah, exactly.’

8. Emily Fucking Grimes, that’s me.

9. There’s a section in ‘The Easter Parade’ where Emily Fucking Grimes goes to live in Iowa with a bad poet who takes himself too seriously. I don’t remember too much about that part of the book except it seemed quite good at first and then soon enough, she was miserable. Also I can recall, vaguely, the layout of the house they lived in.

10. If Gabby and I went to live in Iowa, we wouldn’t write books about ourselves thinly-veiled as male characters.

11. I feel at my best when I can see very far in every direction.

12. The first line of ‘The Easter Parade’ is, ‘Neither of the Grimes sisters would have a happy life.’ The first line.

13. We have resolved, like most sensible people, to read more books actually written by women.



Trailer


landscape


'after you've gone' - cover by lk shaw




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One time I bought a book of yours for a dirty martini with Tito’s vodka (which, technically, was overpaying). Another time I paid you with cash but then forced you to inscribe it to a friend of mine you’ve never met. Are many of your fans erratic and/or demanding?

Ben Fama: I like this anecdote, all the concepts it synthesizes. For instance I’ve been carrying around the quote, “Art is what makes life more interesting than art,” and I see this as an example. Freud described aesthetics as a capacity for feeling. I once visited an acquaintance who was using my book as a mouse pad. He knew I was coming and didn’t consider changing his arrangement. I think readers should be more demanding of writers. Though it’s possible you were overcharged.

What do you demand of your favorite writers?

BF: The more I like them, the less I demand. I’m loyal (to a fault), almost a perfect Leo. I suppose that makes me sound like a fanboy. It’s a pleasing experience to be won over in spite of prior inclinations.

What is your writing process like?

BF: I’m that person who has to block out time to write. My partner (Monica McClure) also writes and so we sit in our studio writing and not talking for hours at a time; of course, usually I pause to refill her tea or make her coffee (I don’t drink coffee, but I do drink tea, or gin, which is useful up to a point). There are a lot of drafts.

In Fantasy, you say, “The Internet is my home, where it’s easy to be beautiful.” The Internet and various platforms of connection figure heavily into Fantasy. What do you think this state of ultra-connection has done to our self-perception and society?

BF: Perhaps infused it with narcissistic aspiration [laughs].

The use of pop culture in your work is significant.

BF: I play on the superficial, making it exemplary of a so-called deeper set of concerns: whether interiority, the politics of representation, obsession, longing. But also I like the superficial. Like a tremendous and polished pop song: sugary, sweet finishes whose lacquers hide more pernicious things underneath.

What are your feelings on poetry readings?

BF: A good reading should serve as an enhancement or extension of the work. Perhaps the reading could be the work itself. But aren’t most readings pretty bad?

Crush parties do sound way better than readings.

BF: They are.

You’ve told me that “Sunset” is your favorite poem of yours.

BF: It’s my favorite poem that is online from this collection, and contains all of the themes I have been interested in over the last few years, without fearing verbosity. Put another way, it is comprehensive because I didn’t censor, or go for some idea of economy and brevity. Instead I purged. There is also a longer companion piece to that which appeared in an anthology called Surveillance Poetics, published by Black Ocean. That piece is called “Conscripts of Modernity” and appears in my new book Fantasy.

You’re working on a novel now—is there much of a similarity between your fiction and poetry?

BF: I’m really into New Narrative, particularly Robert Glück, a writer of, as he puts it, “enameled surfaces.” I have recently published a book on my press by Kevin Killian called Tweaky Village. Kevin and his partner Dodie [Bellamy] are central to the New Narrative movement and are editing an anthology that Nightboat is bringing out an of that soon. Though back to Robert Glück, he said it concisely, that he writes with, “That combination of polished language and harsh emotion.” I used a Glück quote as the epigraph to Fantasy.

What other writers do you look to for inspiration or excitement?

BF: Ariana Reines, Jenny Zhang, Andrew Durbin, Robert Glück, Kathy Acker.








Ben Fama Fantasy
Ugly Duckling Presse

'How did Fama invent a tone so perfect and icy, so equal to our times?' -- Wayne Koestenbaum

'Ben Fama’s Fantasy operates in a world of Internet, glamor, and lonely 21st century adulthood, through various other sorts of intimacies that happen through global production. Fama’s language and affect flatten desire while they maintain a tone of struggle and longing. Fantasy works at the question of how to spend time while alive in a humanity close to burnout, where the value of one’s own labor is as inconclusive as the profits of intimacy. The need for things butts up against the living nihilism of late capitalism.' -- UDP


Excerpt

you need to come up with a plan of what to do when you encounter an active shooter situation. in your workplace, or commonly visited public areas, it’s advised to plan now to increase your chances of survival. visualize and plan escape pathways, hiding places and available objects you’ll improvise as weapons. act with aggression. you should escape if you can, avoiding public lobbies if possible. otherwise, hide. don’t leave a secure room. blockade the door with heavy furniture, cover all windows, turn off lights. silence any electronic devices, lie on the floor and remain silent. if neither evacuating the facility nor taking shelter is possible, chairs, fire extinguishers and belts may be used to disrupt or incapacitate the active shooter by attack using aggressive force paired with yelling. commit to taking the shooter down. 95% of the time, shooters profile as white males 18–44 years, who have a personal trail through psychiatry, therapy and are actively maintaining a diary and social media blog. sometimes life is more like a movie set than reality. unfortunately you need to be prepared for the worst.

sometimes you just need to buy something. life is full of responsibilities. joyce carol oates at the beverly hills hotel. i take a selfie of myself crying. for life i cannot access. offered to you as emotional currency. the most beautiful thing i’ve seen today so far is an online collection of fan art—drawings mostly, pencil sketches on notebook paper. stars from twilight. britney. credited to anonymous sources. i was pulling up directions when my phone died.

i check my klout score. klout amalgamates influence across a range of media networks. my score is down 0.04. i attenuate this anxiety with a one hitter, the neon purple bat. i know i’m in a film because i’m sitting beside normsies at lunch. boring, ambitious and cruel—power normsies i guess, they smile sheepishly before going on camera. “they got married and ordered the ikea catalog pages 25–27.”

provoking american gender anxieties. non-identifying and slant in the simulation. a new feminism sent from the future. the invention of the teenager in the early 20th century: new laws protect against child labor, parents no longer pair children off for marriage at age 16, an increased age through which children must remain in school. leisure time. access to transportation and their parents income. a post-war economy. high speed and moonlight. freud’s libido in the mainstream. dating. paraben-free barr-co oatmeal moisturizing cream. an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt in bleached turquoise. top of the bra showing. u look good bb. u look great.

a story about the body: they left for beach week on friday morning and stayed almost a month; brad paid for them with his dad’s credit card. the game on the drive out is finishing a thirty case of miller cans before they get to the cottage. they’ll be drunk many afternoons living quite carefree in a crude paradise. summer passes this way. one day brad announces he’s determined an unconscious festishization of kelly’s body parts based specifically on where he finishes. dawn denounces this as the normalization of misogyny and degrading porn culture. brad says kelly’s willingness to accept a facial is an intensely powerful source of affirmation. dawn says it is simply not true and greg adds that nothing is more politicized in sex than where the ejaculate lands. kelly flippantly says she actually likes it, which dawn takes as tantamount to violence against women.

it’s a very sad thing to only look like a celebrity. sometimes, commuting from monica’s apartment in crown heights back to mine closer to downtown brooklyn, its easiest to get off at atlantic terminal. walking from the 2 line to the open air, passing the long island rail road tracks, and the schedule of times and the far away place-names of long island’s east end: patchogue, bellport, southampton, bridgehampton, amagansett, montauk. it’s an unexpected joy. marcel proust looking at a train station timetable and destination names says: "i had accumulated there a store of dreams, those names." he had the same feeling the first time seeing gilberte as a child, in front of a hedge of pink hawthorne, beside the steep little lane that led up to the méséglise way.

another violent news cycle this week. you’ll wanna be high for this. a chevy blazer playing eminem passes the apple store on 14th st. did you see that email? people are writing the worst poetry. that apple store in chelsea services the hundreds of small galleries running mac minis looped into lcd screens. it’s a clinton boom era throwback economy. andrew tells me britney’s breakdown in 2007 had a big emotional impact on him. old dreams waiting to be realised. pop culture displaces the threat of other discourses by not acknowledging them; a totalizing gesture. just to be there.

someone was telling about this this bar called piranha. i’ve been meaning to check it out and go there alone. i’ve taken too much adderall and don’t feel tired and need to engage with culture. i’m too late though I guess since it’s half empty but i stay. stoli is on promo 1–4 a.m. so i’m drinking. most people here are like networking. i read today there is a chance that our universe is a computer simulation. that theory is under investigation. understanding that if a culture could replicate a universal consciousness—our world—in simulation, they would. i drink and think about that. the dj is playing some really strange dance music. alien siren songs. as if brian eno's apollo soundtracks and atmospheres were re-written to reflect the darkness of our universe less understood after another quarter century of investigation. the 21st century and mtv’s reification of despicable humanity and unending praise for the situation as it stands. the future inscribed in daily life.

at a video press conference broadcast from her floating home sanctuary off the coast of capetown in 2021, angelina jolie, alongside her family, announced that the majority of her body’s cellular makeup had now been replaced by accellate, an artificially intelligent organic cell compound capable of regenerating major tissues, organs and bodily systems. from cellular respiration to major digestive functions, accellate’s “smart cells” decompose primary structural components of diseased and cancerous cells, removing them permanently, replacing them with new healthy “smart cells.” “smart cells” also defeat typical organ decay in advance of aging and heal injuries at least twice the human rate. the body will now continuously reconstitute itself. the eventual implications for endemic disease control are paramount. the public reaction was split. fundamentalists decried jolie for using her wealth to surmount death and god, liberals pleaded for accellate research to be released from the private market to the public good. not announced at the time of the conference were other leading accellate clients include aids, animal and human right activist ellen degeneres, and l’oreal fortune heiress françoise bettencourt meyers. also omitted was the fact that to date accellate treatment has shown no efficacy in male bodies.

you're at the grocery store when this next thing happens, that key foods on ave a that everyone wrote about in the 80’s. you’re already done shopping when this song comes on the speakers, “a trip to your heart.” a track buried late in the 2011 album femme fatale, “a trip to your heart” is a luxury item servicing a mass audience, much the same as how fran lebowitz noted coca-cola is the summer house of the poor. the song starts out glitching as if to announce the execution of practical exigencies that make life so dreadful, displacing individual sadness and lack of validation. it’s through cultural products like this that violence and self harm announce themselves when youth culture tests their desires inside the ‘cultural poverty of a thoroughly franchised landscape.’ britney inaugurates a temporary kingdom of pleasure, and her troubled history makes her a cipher you can’t erase. britney. marcel. the weeknd. i’m going to miss you when you rebrand. palms trees pulled upward in a constant state of abduction. loft music. brian wilson. in the shadow of young girls in flower. john ashbery. im going to miss you when you rebrand. i’m going to miss you.



Ben Fama


Ben Fama Reading at Space Space


Shit Ben Fama Says




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Christopher Higgs: What does your book do and how does your book do it?

Katie Jean Shingle: Our Prayers After the Fire is a haunting disappearing act, documenting what vanishes eventually and indefinitely. The cartography of the book maps violence, queerness, childhood and childhood trauma, poverty narratives, despair and disrepair. It is also a mapping of the smallest moments of joy, of vast human-ness, of what it means to survive and to be alive. There are spaces where ghosts reside, both real and imagined. There are spaces of magic. There are spaces of suffering and mess. It is dirty, domestic realism. All of this is explored through the lens of a shared consciousness, a “we,” a duo of girls whose identities and roles (sometimes older/younger sisters, sometimes conjoined twins, sometimes lovers) shift consistently. A “we” not as an in sync greek chorus of voice/s and experience/s but an interacting collective, anchored and fluid, creating and carrying the shape and echo of the narrative.

CH: Having identified your book’s comportment, could you bring it into focus by describing its relationship to other texts? (By “texts” I mean any relatable objects.) Put another way: if we think about a book as a star in a constellation, or a node in a circuit, I’m interested in hearing about the constellation or circuit in which readers might find your book. Put yet another way: if we think about your book as contributing to particular conversations, could you describe those conversations and their other participants?

KJS: The book’s creation is profoundly rooted in Fluxus art. While the work itself is not in direct conversation with Fluxus, the book was created, in part, by a Fluxus influence based practice. I was in heavy research around the Fluxus movement throughout the entire creation of the work. I ended up engaging in experiments and “happenings” both solo and in groups and the “results” ended up being a significant substantial part of the work. (Some experiments were less Fluxus based and more akin to CA Conrad’s somatic poetry rituals.) I was highly influenced by artists Nam June Paik, Yoko Ono, George Maciunas, and Alison Knowles. As far as conversation with writers and writing goes, I feel that Our Prayers After the Fire is in direct conversation with the work of writers such as Katherine Faw Morris, Amelia Gray, Lindsay Hunter, and Alissa Nutting. The work of these writers explores all the problematic elements of its own course and study of dirty, domestic realism, work that is in itself in deep conversation on so many levels with magic, trauma, suffering, joy, and humanity.









Katie Jean Shinkle The Arson People
Civil Coping Mechanisms

'Koharu-Mei lives on this road with her humongous family in a humongous house right on the lake with private beach front access. Koharu-Mei goes to private school and drives a brand new Audi, as does the rest of her brothers and sisters, they do not car pool. Koharu-Mei looks so good in a bikini, which Elsie Davis will never be able to wear. Elsie Davis wore a bikini once in middle school when she was running three miles a day in order to go to the woods far away from her grandmother’s house to smoke exactly four camel wide light cigarettes. That was the first and last summer of Elsie Davis’s life that she wore a bikini. Koharu-Mei lives in a bikini in summer and Elsie Davis, now knowing who she is, sees her at the gas station with all of her equally as beautiful and skinny friends that have glimmering skin and dark hair. Koharu-Mai has a summer uniform: oversized tank top and very small cut-off shorts that make Elsie Davis sink into her skin. Elsie Davis is going to set Koharu-Mei’s Audi on fire.' -- CCM


Excerpt
from The Toast

99 Jerico Loop


Elsie Davis and Nathan are making out in the back of Nathan’s truck and the curved metal of the truck bed is digging into Elsie Davis’s back. She gets on top of him and he reaches up, grabs her breasts, her rounded stomach fat, wriggles up face as if smelling something bad, says, “Your titties are too saggy, there’s nothing to them,” pushes her off. Embarrassed, she gathers herself, making the truck bed bounce. “Fuck you,” she says under her breath, lighting a cigarette. “I want to go home,” she says. Nathan obliges her and they do not speak until


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6701 Buell Street


until Elsie Davis runs into Nathan at a party across town at a mutual friend’s house. After a couple of beers she finds the nerve to say,

“Hey, what’s up,”

and Nathan refuses to make eye contact.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

There is a girl next to him she recognizes but doesn’t know.

The girl is tiny with bleach copper hair because her hair so dark true blonde won’t happen, a black velvet choke chain with a metal rose pendant hanging from the middle, a chevron patterned bikini top with an oversized black tank top over it.

“Can I talk to you?”

“No.”

Elsie Davis looks at the floor, ceiling, bites her lower lip until it bleeds so she doesn’t start to cry.

“I’m going outside,” the girl she recognizes but doesn’t know says to Nathan while giving her a sad, pathetic look, poor stupid fat girl what is she even thinking?

Nathan watches the girl step out the sliding glass doors, looks Elsie Davis in the eyes.

“Look, leave me alone. Whatever happened the other night was a fluke thing. I am trying to get with Koharu-Mei, alright?”

Whispers: “I’m sorry but you’re gross.”

Loudly says: “So stop trying to talk to me OK? God, I don’t like you.”


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3333 Aiden Terrace


Elsie Davis starts with the back deck area which has a Hawaiian theme. Nathan’s parents are renown for their tiki parties and the backyard is always set for a party.

She pulls all of the decorations off of the enclosed fence area, cut outs of ukuleles and hula-dancers. There has to be at least 100 of them and she carries armloads, piling them in front of the door leading to the backyard. She stealthily douses the entire two tier deck in gasoline, three cans from Nathan’s parents’ shed and two cans she clumsily brought with her.

Once that is done, she hops the fence. Before she hops the fence, she throws all the unlit tiki torches over with her. She lights each one individually and throws them like a javelin back over the fence and into the yard. She watches the first one as it hits the edge of the stairs, it makes her heart jump, makes her palm sweat like she is kissing. She throws the rest of them, one right after the other, and doesn’t matter where they land—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh.

She runs to a very small patch of trees the alleyway behind Nathan’s house to watch the entire back of the house go up in flames. This is the best part, the watching. It is so beautiful and the beauty is what kills her the most.


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8900 Circle Road


Koharu-Mei lives on this road with her humongous family in a humongous house right on the lake with private beach front access.

Koharu-Mei goes to private school and drives a brand new Audi, as does the rest of her brothers and sisters, they do not car pool.

Koharu-Mei looks so good in a bikini, which Elsie Davis will never be able to wear.

Elsie Davis wore a bikini once in middle school when she was running three miles a day in order to go to the woods far away from her grandmother’s house to smoke exactly four camel wide light cigarettes. Her grandmother was convinced that she was doing it to get fit but really she was doing it to smoke. After she would spend the morning smoking, she would come back to the house and lay out in a pink halter hand-me-down. That was the first and last summer of Elsie Davis’s life that she wore a bikini.

Koharu-Mei lives in a bikini in summer and Elsie Davis, now knowing who she is, sees her at the gas station with all of her equally as beautiful and skinny friends that have glimmering skin and dark hair. Koharu-Mai has a summer uniform: oversized tank top and very small cut-off shorts that make Elsie Davis sink into her skin.

Elsie Davis is going to set Koharu-Mei’s Audi on fire.



The Arson People #2


The Arson People #3






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'No short story collection bridges the gap between genre and literary fiction with the raw intensity and apparent ease that Cameron Pierce’s Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon does. Pierce, whose early work is now part of the bizarro fiction canon, has slowly moved toward literary fiction while retaining the best elements of the bizarro aesthetic, and the result is the kind of prose that demands to be read, praised, and shared. The shift in his work was perceptible in Die You Doughnut Bastards, the author’s previous collection, but the stories in that book could arguably still be called entirely bizarro. Now, Pierce has reached a new level and the tales collected in this volume offer an outstanding combination of heartfelt writing, outlandish occurrences, and pure storytelling chops.

'The primary and most obvious cohesive element bringing the narratives in this book together is fish. Fishing, the fish we dream about and remember catching, thinking about going fishing, the moments we share with others near the water, and what happens before, during, and after the line goes taught and something pulls at the submerged end are things that come up time and again. However, there’s also an underlying layer of elements that give the stories outstanding depth and make this a memorable compilation: love, loss, regret, (dis)honesty, and the power of memories. For the author, fishing is a way to look at life, and sometimes life resembles the tall tales often shared by fishermen. Whether he’s describing a grandmother who gets pulled into a watery grave by an almost mythological fish or telling the creepy story of a creature that wouldn’t be out of place in an H.P. Lovecraft story, Pierce constantly pulls together concepts from the outmost edges of outré fiction and the kind of unassumingly profound storytelling that made authors like Flannery O’Connor and George Singleton household names.

'The beauty of this collection lies in the fact that, while every story is different, they are constructed in a way that each holds a representative piece of the book’s soul. For example, “The Bass Fisherman’s Wife,” a weird love story with an unforgettable finale, is about tenderness, change, and exploring the terrain of opportunities. It’s also, like many of the narratives here, about human nature in an entertaining, roundabout way.' -- Gabino Iglesias, Vol. 1 Brooklyn








Cameron Pierce Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon
Broken River Books

'Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon is a book of fathers and sons, love lost andregained, haunted pasts, and snake smuggling. From kidnapping to bank robbing, pursuing rainbow trout to unspeakable monsters, from the deserts of Texas to the desolate forests of Oregon, Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon is about the extreme measures people take to recapture the ones that got away.' -- Broken River Books

'Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon seemed like stories Kafka and Edgar Allan Poe would write if they were fishing buddies: men turn into fish, women reveal themselves to be fish, men fall in love with other men while cooking fish in the jungles of Vietnam…and through it all Cameron Pierce guides you with taut prose and a kind of fucked up heart.' -- Elizabeth Ellen

'Our Love Will Go the Way of the Salmon is a book that only Cameron Pierce could write. He manages to masterfully blend the best parts of Bizarro & literary fiction to make something that is beautiful, creepy, tender, brutal, and completely and 100% unique.' -- Juliet Escoria

I like my short story collections like I like my men: thoughtful, funny, and talking often of fish.' -- Amelia Gray


Excerpt

The ducks in the lake were mechanical, but after all these years, all these disasters, the salmon remained flesh and blood. They carried battle scars. They hung out in the shade of overhanging trees and beneath the decaying dock, sighing once in a while in remembrance of all they’d gone through. Not to mention the fellow salmon lost along the way.

The salmon had officially retired about a decade before. I moved out of Oregon around the same time. I figured if I could no longer catch salmon in the lake where my grandmother had taught me to catch them, what was the point of living in a place. I returned because Grandma rang me up a few nights back and she said, “Greg, take me fishing one last time.” So I called in several sick days at the mill and packed my bags.

As we stood there on the shore of Mt. Hood Lake, listening to the ducks quack robotic, I came face to face with the small distance we had traveled in our lives since the days when this lake greeted us like a cathedral made of fins and scales. Grandma could no longer walk. I had to push her in a rickety wooden wheelchair that she complained gave her splinters. As for myself, I was turning forty soon, pushing fifty in the face and two-hundred on the scale. She was twice divorced. I was never married.

I figured she wouldn’t much notice the difference between our old salmon rods – nine-foot sabers with a whole lot of backbone and acrobatic tips – and the ultra-light Eagle Claw trout rods we were using today. What I didn’t anticipate was for Grandma to be mostly blind. She never mentioned it when we talked on the phone, but when I watched her, I just knew.

As I baited her up with some chartreuse Power Bait, she asked me, “So Greg, are we fishing herring plugs or spin-n-glos today?”

“Herring,” I lied.

If she knew I was lying, she didn’t let on. I handed her the rod and stepped back about ten yards before her first cast. With her vision gone, I figured there’d be a good chance her bait-covered hook would end up in a tree. Or worse, in my skull. But Grandma cast out perfectly. The bait chased the aluminum split shots down into the lake. And before I could even cast my own line out, she had a fish on.

“Come on out, you bastard!” she shouted, muscling a trout toward the shore with her frail ninety-year-old arms. That was Grandma. Crippled and blind, but totally mad for fish. My very own Captain Ahab.

The trout leaped out of the water and then dove down deep, making one last desperate dash for freedom, but Grandma kept the line taught. Soon, the trout flailed amongst the weeds that lined the shore. Grandma lifted the fish into her lap. It was a one pound stocker trout, nothing like the twenty pound silvers we used to pull out of there. The trout’s rainbow stripes reflected in her dark and shiny eyes, but there was no way to tell whether she knew she’d caught a trout. Maybe she just thought it was a dinky jack.

The fish flopped out of her lap and into the dirt. “Better bonk ’em, Greg,” she said. “This here’s a firecracker.”

I nodded as I fetched a pair of needle-nose pliers, the mallet used to conk fish, and a nylon stringer.

I unhooked the trout and held its body in a firm grip. I lowered the fish to the ground, my hand pinning its soft body against a flat rock.

The mallet came down too far up the fish’s skull and its eye popped out. Flecks of blood confettied my glasses.

I hammered down again, on target this time.

The fish stopped moving.

The errant eye lay on a rock. The dilated shock-gaze of being captured, of choking on oxygen, remained. A pool of black ringed by gold.

I flicked the eye into the lake.



Cameron Pierce Reading at Backspace


Cameron Pierce Reads In Seattle


Bizarro Reading at Lightbar High Culture Night - Cameron Pierce




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p.s. Hey. As I mentioned, no p.s. today because I'm occupied all morning and day with theater auditions. But I'll converse with the forms you took yesterday and the forms you will take today when I'm back in my usual form tomorrow. In the meantime, here are four books that I highly recommend to you. Enjoy the looking and reading, I hope. See you in approximately 24.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Damien Ark presents ... AN INTERVIEW WITH THE INFAMOUS HORSEPUSSY


THEEHORSEPUSSY.TUMBLR.COM INTERVIEW. Horsepussy is a notorious figure on tumblr and is well known by his loving fanbase. His blog mostly consists of shocking material consisting of extreme homosexual porn.





“big red dicks always take me back to 7th grade..this kid richard was a red head and the first day in the locker room he stepped into the shower with full size big fat red bush man cock….7th grade gym is pretty fucking awesome in hindsight.” -- THP



Damien: Can you talk about when you first found Tumblr and the beginning of your fame on it?

THP: Six years ago or so, I had just gotten out of the hospital, abandoned all of my friendships, quit doing drugs and locked myself into this sterile little apartment. I was completely sober for a couple years but was having problems with anxiety and depression. Spent a lot of time masturbating. Porn was my first intro to Tumblr and I'd lurk porn and gore pages without an account. I created my first page, thehorsepussy, without any plan to make anything of it. I had one single picture of myself posted there for a year not knowing what to post. One day I just started posting shit. Most of it was just absurd and sexual and I noticed it pretty much mirrored my personality so I started interjecting comments and eventually pictures of myself. I remember noticing I had 100 followers and in a couple months it was in the thousands. I thought this was typical and really was ignorant of the "fame" at first. It was not something I was looking for and eventually it became something i would mock in my posts. I thought of Tumblr as this isolated world but there have been a few instances where I have been recognized by complete strangers. I know the "fame" is meaningless but will admit to a boost in self esteem from it.


Damien: What are some of your most wild sexual experiences?

THP: I've recalled several of these as "True Horsepussy Stories" and they seem to entertain the kids. I've tried a lot of different things sexually and have never been especially good at any of them. It reminds me of trying to play sports as a kid. Two years Little League baseball was spent on the bench (as was two years basketball.) I would try to play but my awkwardness was on display more than any actual physical aptitude. Stories that come to mind are the time I passed out while fisting some guy ( he desperately tried to just prop my arm up while i was out) Passing out while my ex and some kid we picked up did me necrophilia style. Some dude found some dog shit on the sidewalk and tried to fuck me with it ( he may have succeeded after i passed out) Having these 2 craigslist whores don party hats and streamers and put on a fuck show for me on my 35th birthday (they were humiliated and it was great) Sucking my roommates dick and kinda getting caught by his girlfriend (he had to marry her that week to make that mess go away) I was hanging over the side of the bed while i let my ex fuck me and he got pissed when he saw me doing the NYT crossword (another time I was eating a sandwich) There are what I can recall at the moment but most sex with me is dysfunctional.






Damien: I know you're a fan of Swans and Michael Gira's cute dick, but what other forms or musicians in general interest you? How has music impacted your life? Are you interested in any books?

THP: My parents tell me I used to beg for a record player when i was 4 years old. They relented and got me one and I had this huge collection of 45rpm records an a handful of LPs. This was the early 70s and I remember some of the records being Monkees and the Doors and a bunch of bubblegum and psychedelia. When I was 7 I got a cassette player. Some of the cassette I remember were Patti Smith, Kraftwerk, Bowie..there was crap like Queen and Elton John in that mix too. By the time i was a teenager, it was metal Judas Priest, Metallica, Dio and Iron Maiden. By this point I was listening to whatever music my friends listened too. I started hanging with other fags so it was a lot of goth and 4ad and industrial crap. But this is where I started listening to Swans. When I moved to Portland, it was all punk. My ex had absolutely no taste in music and I remember trying to play Pavement or Polvo and he would run away to get drunk. I used to be excited about music but as I got older it really doesnt have the same attraction. I don't understand most music these days. Top 40 or pop or whatever they call it these days has always sucked. I never really got into rap/hippity hop. It seemed the stuff that was decent (Wu Tang Public Enemy) wasn't produced for the point of view of a young white man but now it all seems to be so bad and so blatantly bad for the sake of being sold to whitey. Now I just listen to a lot of garage and no wave. Books? LOL ... My attention span is so horrible. It takes me at least 5 times to read the same page before I understand it. I have this Kindle and recent read some Patricia Highsmith and Tom Perrota. But historically, my books of choice are reference books like dictionaries and almanacs and crap like the Encyclopedia of Serial Killers.


Damien: Your blog has an extreme variety of porn. Do you find everything you post to be sexually stimulating or is some of it more jokingly interesting? What forms of porn do you find the most interesting?

THP: Lately my posts have been done while I'm tweeked out so they are pretty much stuff that interests me. However that has made the blog pretty freaking boring. Originally the posts were a more twisted take on my sexual taste. The first few years on the blog were done under the influence of a oxycontin/heroin/methadone addiction. Sex wasn't as interesting to me personally, but nasty pictures sure are fun to look at when you place them in a violent or twisted context.






Damien: Can you talk about your childhood and growing up gay as a teenager? What was it like as a young horsepussy?

THP: I was really outgoing when i was young. I used to think I was older than I was. I hung out with teenagers when I was in 3rd/4th grade. Would hit off their joints and think I was badass. It was the 70s and i would get home from school at 3 and not have any supervision until 5 or 6. Walk to the mall alone and hang out there. Then we moved out to a suburb and I didnt fit in with anyone and was a weirdo. But Me and the neighbor kid fucked around until we were in high school, so I always had that. I would cruise the bookstores at 15/16. This hesher dude in his 20s would call me out of the blue and Id meet him and get high and fuck when i was Freshman/Sophomore. There were a few other gay guys in my school and at one point tried to fit in with them but realized I didn't. I thought it was something wrong with me until I realized they all acted like sheep. In those days, gay was kept secret. It was confusing to figure out how to act. The only "scene" was bar fags and that clique-y behavior was seemingly the norm. I knew I didn't fit with them so I figured "fuck it" and mostly hung with straight people and just was myself. I think we had it better than kids today who seem to have "gay" marketed to them. That has probably got to be more confusing.


Damien: What are your views towards the tumblr gore community?

THP: Views? I used to follow gore blogs for the cheap thrill. They would disappear and it seemed to take too much effort to try and re-follow. I think i follow one or two at the moment. Like most of the porn blogs, they seem redundant but when mixed in the feed page, its fun to see some gore after a juicy prolapse after a shaved pussy after a big turd after a siliconed scrotum after............


Damien: Can you tell us a real life love story of yours by any chance? A made up one works too I guess.

THP: I've been in love twice. It ended badly both times. Ive tried several times to write something ............ Once upon a time I was really, really fucked up. I was having this incredible sex and I passed out. He finished his business and left. He didnt steal my dope. I think I'm in love.






Damien: What do you think are major problems in the LGBT community at the moment and how do you think we can confront/fix these issues?

THP: I think the fact there is a "community" is a problem. "gay", to me, is how you have sex with someone of same gender. I don't subscribe to this weird lifestyle that is sold..It's like a herd of sheep, a. marketing demographic that is all to eager to buy what is sold. But if it makes you happy, go for it. I always thought one of the perks of being a fag was not having to join the army or get married or having kids. I've never aligned with whatever "gay" is all about. Given my skewed vision of what LBGT is, I don't think I could suggest anything. Besides, taking advice from me is usually unwise.


Damien: I saw this picture on your blog of someone's penis right next to the head of a snake. Do you think you would ever do this? And also, why do you think that people would find a picture of scooby doo getting fucked by shaggy as erotic/beautiful?

THP: MMM I can't say I would never because I have so many times found myself in improbable situations. but i will say it is highly unlikely because reptiles fucking stink. You know that awful smell when you go to someones place that has a cat? or dogs? That smell is distinctly worse when they have lizards and snakes. But if they got good dope, whip that fucker out. Shaggy! Obviously in this time of media over-saturation ANYTHING is eroticized. I had a childhood crush on Shaggy and get a special feeling in my peepee from a drawing of him raping that retard dog. Is that supposed to be a wrong thing? They aren't real. they are memories. Attaching lust to happy memories.

Damien: Thank you so much for the interview. :)


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p.s. Hey. I personally had never known about Horsepussy until guest-host Damien Ark sent me this post. Did you? I feel like I should have, it's interesting. Thanks to Damien, a mystery that I didn't even know was a mystery is now solved. Do you feel the same way? Or differently? It would be cool if you talked with Damien about what has happened here today. Thank you, and thank you, obviously, Mr. Ark! One other thing before I get going: For tomorrow only, I won't be doing the p.s. If you want to know why, Gisele and I need to do auditions for one of the major roles in our piece 'Kindertotenlieder' because one its stars can't do the role anymore, and the piece is about to go on tour, and the auditions start in the early morning, so that's why. But don't let that stop you from commenting because I'll respond to everything you leave here on Thursday. ** David Ehrenstein, Erase Errata are cool. Yes, indeed, I'll be living right around where Christophe shot that film. Which is interesting too because he shot other parts of that film right around where I'm living at the moment. ** Damien Ark, Hi, Damien. Thank you, thank you for today, pal! I hung out with Elias a couple of months ago, and the cool thing is that he's such a great, interesting guy that you don't even hardly think about how amazing he looks when you're with him. ** Etc etc etc, Hi, Casey! It is kind of dank, ha ha. And it is old enough that I will spend some time checking the walls and corners and things for possible secret passage entrances, you can be assured. Wow, you're working on some awesome stuff. The Bookworm piece/gig is very exciting! No, no settling. I have to start organizing and packing and blah blah for the big move starting today, and we have to quickly sort out and organize the final color correcting and special effects for the film because it needs to be totally finished in about three weeks. So, I'm not out of the unsettled woods by any means. Mm, no literary activities of note of late, or I can't think any. Huh, Charlie Chaplin. You know, I've never been able to get into his stuff for some reason. I get the genius and everything, but there's something too, like, I don't know, sweet or something. I go back and try every once in a while, but I'm more of a Buster Keaton guy, although comparisons are stupid. Let me know how it is and how the work seems. ** Sypha, I was going to say the year is still young, but it's actually not that young anymore. Weird. Excellent about the interview. By email, by phone? Which interview form would you prefer in theory? I'm guessing ... email? ** James, I might well. Come to LA in October. For the obvious Halloween-related reasons and because Gisele's and my new piece 'The Ventriloquist Convention' is tentatively scheduled to be performed at LACMA in very early November, which would help get me there. Hope so. Are you back from NYC? ** Thomas Moronic, Hi. Cool, glad you dug the gig, and I'm with you on the Andrew Hung. Yay, short novel! That's music to my ears, eyes, etc. Tightness is next to godliness? ** _Black_Acrylic, The Jlin album is great, yeah. Thanks for the link to the Leckey interview. How's stuff? ** Kier, Hi! I'm sure I would like Silje. I have really good instincts, I think, and I was all, 'That sheep is incredibly cool', as soon as I looked at her. Wow, that's really bad about that neglectful guy. What a fuckhead. Definitely report him. That's so intensely not cool. I'm so glad you feel better! I can tell by your comment! Hooray! My day ... well, sound editing. We finished in the very late afternoon. The sound is permanent. It's weird after working so long to actually be able to stop touching one aspect of the film. Maybe the most important aspect in a weird way. So, yeah, that's done, and Zac is home doing the technical stuff necessary to get ready to send the new version of the film to our producers this afternoon as I type. Then ... I got two ideas for scenes in the script/proposal for Zac's and my next film during the doldrums part of the sound editing, so I came home and wrote them up. And I bought some heavy duty garbage bags because today I have to officially start weeding out my keepable belongings from the crap and throwing stuff away for the apartment move. And I ate. And I made a blog post. And I talked to Gisele about the auditions tomorrow. And ... I forget. It was good. Was your today another uplifting one with lots of exciting details? ** Keaton, Yep, well, I'm on the bottom edge of the 4th. You have a new, good paying job? Really? Is that true? In the midwest? Where in the midwest? What's the job? In your short times in Paris, you've had so many more super-French life experiences than I have. Unless I'm so French now that I don't even notice the Frenchness anymore. Nice. Godard is hope, it's true! ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hi, Jeff. Full albums? I've listening to a lot of tracks mostly, but ... well, I love the new Wire. The Jlin album is pretty solidly fine. I love the Marching Church album. Yeah, if all goes as hoped/planned, the film should totally finished in about three, three-and-a-half weeks, I hope. That's our deadline, external and internal. Long story about Yury's fashion initiative. It didn't go very well, through no fault of his own at all. Lots of praise and interest, but the salespeople basically sucked. He's reassessing the endeavor now. It's a very expensive medium, and that's a huge problem. So, I'm not sure what's up with that. I hope he can continue. He does too. I know the name Rob Mazurek. I must know his stuff, at least via Stereolab, etc. Hope the gig is cool. How's your novel going at this point? ** Steevee, Hi. The Jlin album is excellent, isn't it? Really fresh. ** Misanthrope, Thanks for the congrats. Maybe I'll take and share pictures of it or something like I used to do back when I was more into being personal in the posts. Who knows. That was quick: finding Roger. He's obviously not too in hiding if he's on Facebook. Huh. ** Cal Graves, Hi, Cal. Florian Hecker is always fun. A few years ago, he played in a festival that I co-curated at Centre Pompidou, and his set so enraged some the audience -- and he wasn't playing anything more deliberately challenging that he usually does -- that one guy jumped onstage and knocked over the speakers and smashed equipment to shut him up, causing 300,00 euros worth of damage. So, yeah, fun! I'm trying to think of someone who wouldn't be creepy when shrunk down and sitting on my shoulder 24/7, and I can't come up with anyone. Mm, in fairytales and stuff, I think they materialize and dematerialize at their leisure, which would be really stressful. Dang, sorry the asshole wasn't there for the crit. Was it just too predictable or something? The packing starts today, ugh, gulp. Fuck-Marina-Abramović-ly, Dennis ** Hyemin kim, Hi! Yeah, the new apartment seems like it'll be good. Paris is going through a strange phase having totally beautiful, non-rainy weather right now. It's weird. Spring has sprung, it seems. Oh, a blog day would be amazing if that works out. Thank you so much! I hope you're doing spectacularly great! ** Right. Dig and dig into Horsepussy, you guys. Cool. Like I said, no p.s. tomorrow, but it'll be back as per usual on Thursday. But expect a new post right on schedule.