Have a nice weekend

We are already ghosts.

Like a string of diamonds

Mark Baumer is walking across America.

I have a piece in the new Requited.

I love New Wave Vomit, and want to send ana c. something  and say hi.

Reading The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; I hope to have a respectable submission for the Fat Gold Watch Press anthology.

Drinking lemonade.

Around my bones

I am made of other people’s things.

My cybernetic eyes

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Organoptropy
Jason Christie

In this picture, my cybernetic eyes quickly
acclimatized to the early sun, which is amazing
but I still maintain that I am not a robot.
My travelbot mailed you a postcard with
pictures from our trip to Spain on the front.
His handwritten message on the reverse remains
illegible, I thought it said: “You should see this
view!” My wife could hardly believe her new
eyes and ears. She said: “I’d cry if I could.
I’m crying on the inside.” When she asked
about the fuzzy haze on some of the shots,
I said: “I never really liked that robot camera
anyway.” Anyway, last night I voted for the
robot candidate, even though her main platform
policy is the extermination of all human beings.
I believe everyone deserves a chance in a
democracy. “In a democracy no less!”
the robot Optometrist said, “I can’t
believe my eyes.”

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Easter Rabbit is here

Viscerally exquisite. Publishing Genius has taken care to do justice to Christine Sajecki‘s amazing artwork for the cover, not to mention Joseph Young‘s words inside. Feels good, cool to the touch, nice raised lettering. This is a wonderful thing to own.

As I mentioned before, Adam Robinson has made a dare to read this book in one sitting– “whoever reads the 3,000 words in one sitting, can email me for a full refund. My thinking is that the stories satiate after reading three or four, overwhelm after seven or eight.” I’m taking him up on it now, 1:33 PM PST. Will post when finished.

—I will post comments as I go, though not too directly about the texts, and I don’t want to spoilerize anyone.

—“It was impossible to understand, the humid cloud of words.”

—Wonder about extra credit for reading the same ones again and again.

—Cartogram feels exactly like the best kind of travelling.

—Oh, Light of No Understanding.

—The Gossipers seems complete, perfect.

–Finished Easter Rabbit at 2:20 PM PST. Not sure what to say that does justice, that doesn’t seem trite, or flippant. Just that these writings do what art does, encompass the familiar, the emotion of everyday life fully and without artifice. A pan in the snow, a quarter on the back of a hand– I had no idea such things could make me feel so much.

Easter Rabbit also includes 2 more collections, Deep Falls and God Not Otherwise. I’m on to Deep Falls now.

—Disclose/Agape together with Moses just blows me away.

–Finished Deep Falls. This is a cohesive place/relationship narrative paced in micros. Imagistic, harsh, lovely, all that. Really good.

God Not Otherwise

–Some certainties, with an interlude. Excellence.

and 5  lines about Baltimore as intense as the rest of the book combined.

Finis, 2:50 PM PST.

Check London

Derek White, mural, Hoxton/Shoreditch

i thought about going in to the Salvador Dali museum, but again, 17 quid to get in & it looked like some half-ass private collection trying to cash in on the wax museum spillovers…London is definitely touristy, like the real campy Times Square/Jeckyl & Hyde shit but even more tasteless & widespread…attractions/rides dedicated to medieval atrocities or the black plague or torture or dead celebrities, etc…& everything cost money…& has lines of eastern European tourists spilling out the doors…crossed over Westminster bridge, saw Westminster Abbey…then over to Buckingham palace…just happened to see the changing of guards, i guess, where the guards come & switch places, right?..it wasn’t that exciting & they weren’t wearing those tall furry hats…walked into Hyde park…then cut back into the West End…through Mayfair [rich & uppity] up to Oxford street…lots of big name stores, like a 5th avenue, but crappier…up into Marylebone…then down into Soho…