Monday, January 13, 2014
My chapbook, The Fallacy Carriers of Bombyonder, is part of The Chapbook, No. 3 (edited by Alan May). It's kind of a sampler of my novel, Bombyonder, which hopefully will come out later this year.
No. 3 includes fiction, poetry, screenplays, and art. Other works included are Errol, Inland by Susannah Felts, Body by Corey Mesler, Algunos Mirrors by John M. Bennett, and Six Screenplays on the Nature of Collective Experience by Steven Wingate. Artwork by Volodymyr Bilyk.
It's available both in print and free online.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Excerpts from Bombyonder appear in the Debt Folio (edited by Michelle Chan Brown) of Drunken Boat (Issue 18) along with work by Anna Maria Hong, Brian Laidlaw, Caroline Wilkinson, Chris Green, Colleen Abel, Cynthia Cruz, Eugenia Leigh, John Fenlon Hogan, Kara Candito, Kathleen Winter, Kevin Simmonds, Leora Fridman, Mary Moore, Matthew Lippman, Peter Leight, Sandra Lim, Simon Perchik, Welsey Rothman and Will Cordeiro.
Here's a sample:
People with decomposing faces acting normally, like they’re not from around here, like they have to graduate from someplace before their jaws collapse, how hideous this looks, trying to get home before I overheat, right away, I mean it, I’m crumbling, crumbling, oh, what a kind bomb, what a kind bomb.
Taking the wrong way out, how to get out of the hole your blown, on the wrong side and far from where I want to be, wrong direction, wrong road, misspelled and completely wrong, the wrong version, wrong part, wrong elevator, what he’s saying is wrong, something wrong with his face, my logic rubbed him wrong.
His face as the early stages of composition.
Was I wrong to be bombed?
Wrong again, wrote down the wrong number, paying attention in meaningful ways amounting to broader potholes, wrong side of the road, that spiral staircase is probably unsafe, wrong address, wrong contact, typing the password wrong, got my order wrong, wrong shoes, make a right, wrong turn, wrong lane, right back where I started, I said Andrew Carnegie built this, I meant Rauan shattered this and named it Rauanelot then changed it to Atlanrauan.
Rauan’s name as the streaming piss from a fire hydrant’s nightmares.
Rauan sinking all his names, sinking along the time span when I could distinguish one man from another by his name, these brand identities reflecting how he once wished to be reflected in our shields, so wrong, Rauan, trend transcendence isn’t how you impress a busy mom, you’re simply not a name she can trust.
Friday, January 3, 2014
I asked the Bibliomancy Oracle for a general prophecy for 2014:
That was relatively reassuring.
Then I asked for a personal 2014 reading for myself:
Pick out the one
that doesn’t belong.
from “Advent” by Rae Armantrout
Rebecca Loudon also gave me a personal bibliomancy reading from her home library:
A wave overwhelms me, an incredible arousal that thrusts aside the slightly sinking dullness we felt for one another.
from "Cunt Norton" by Dodie Bellamy
So far 2014 has given me two wizard dreams (and no poets).
Forecast says a weirder than usual year.