Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Travel :: Forthcoming :: Look :: Read :::::::

Am alive. Am back. Was fun.

Drove many miles. Ohio. Kentucky. Tennessee. Alabama. Ate. Slept. Ate. Then to Florida. Sat on the beach. Fondled white sand. Watched waves move in the Gulf. Ate seafood. Ate. Bought gellato from swearing twenty-something veteran. Developed super powers while staying at Holiday Inn Express. Drove back to Alabama. Became ordinary again. Drove home. Listened to Seinfeld and Jim Gaffigan do standup on XM. Feel tired. Feel good.

Michigan and Ohio are relatively mean places.

[something else now]

Mike Young is writing cool blurb poetry on his blog: here's mine/hisn:

JOSH MADAY ON MIKE YOUNG: "Mike Young's words dig into the mind with their pointy-sharp chin. Bleeding becomes a matter of comic enjambment, and one's external uterus swells with milkweed and ragweed and fetusweed, swimming in the othernight, lying still at the bottom, encased in the swaggering current, hair floating, sliding back and forth. Mike Young's words ritualize and thrust violently, a wild chimp wielding dagger and penis and classic Darwinian phallic accuracy, impregnating, inseminating, joining elements together in a tissue of meaning, creating a sticky context embedded with tumors of absence, abstractions of life and death and the sex that brings them together. Obscene sanctity: an old woman with one saggy tit exposed as though to breastfeed the public. Her name: Joyce. Her other tit: missing in action. Nipple incarcerated in a glass jar filled with dish soap. Along with screws and tires and TV trays. And, finally, a praying mantis trying in vain to extract a drop of milk. Mike Young's words do this. Mike Young's words are hungry. Comic enjambment. Comic enjambment."

MIKE YOUNG ON JOSH MADAY: "Live from a dwarf's cabin in a forest of glass trees on Europa, NBC is proud to present the world's first human tortilla chip, the man who grafted Tom Brady's left testicle onto a hawk, the only respected Pynchon scholar sponsored by Tide, the two time winner of the CATULLUS AIR GUITAR 500, the uninstantiated swig siren, the oldest living toothbrush cobbler, the NHL record-holder for "most fingernail sculptures in March," the moral equivalent of a fake Ringpop, the first soldier ever to occupy six Middle-Eastern ice rinks at once, the standard by which all future coincidences will be measured, the father of all magnolia graves, the ant who wanted to be a crop circle, a root canal among fullers, a hinterfotzig among tourists, a shirtless linguist fresh from hiding in the sweatervest closets of Natalie Portman: JOSH MADAY!"

Good work, Mike Young. I enjoyed this an the rest.


NANO Fiction 2.1

The Borrowed Premise

Phoebe (Fall '08)

Word Riot (interview with the brilliant Michael Kimball)

Very excited. Which is more than just plain excited. Thanks to all excellent editors and interviewees. Honor and thanks from me to you all.

Look at Publishing Genius. You will like it.

Look at Soft Targets. I like it.

Look at Blake Butler's new work in progress: WHERE AM I WHERE HAVE I BEEN WHERE ARE YOU.

Look at these words about Georges Bataille and Maurice Blanchot (and Samuel Beckett). You will see something. Someone will get upset because a degree of abstract thought will be involved. Abstract can be a healthy irritant.

Look at this search engine. Type some words into it and press enter. You will find words about things in return for hours of your life. Fun.

Michael Martone is Michael Martone.

Names are dropping like flies.

Dissemination is the glue of identity.

Repetition is the glue of identity.

Fair enough.


Bradley Sands said...

I read The Way the Family Got Away. It was pretty good.


on a tear he is. YES.

Matt Bell said...

Congrats on all the upcoming publications. Very cool.

Josh Maday said...

I've got that one on my to-read pile, Bradley. Dear Everybody is excellent.

blake: a tear akin to nature and pain and wonder. yes. yes. yes. begets life.

thanks, matt. i'm excited to have work in those places.