May 1, 2018
“Things like that. Things that seem sometimes possible but only at certain times, and only if you didn’t tell anyone. Because your thoughts are all you have.” – Witch Piss. 2014.
Having spent all of April and much of the previous two months mind-melding with Sam Pink’s voluminous body of work (let’s set the bar for prolific, so as to never cheapen the sentiment by lowering it again…all else of merit equal: five novels.
January 20, 2018
Never Negotiate, a running review series and tribute to the uncowed, industrious torch bearers of underground lit , or a hybrid of interview, deep readership and cursory biography cobbled together with healthy dollops of neurosis #1: Journey to the Center of the Onion, Ted Prokash.
At the risk of spoiling a cold open in favor of something less abrupt, schlocky and absent lucid motivation, some kind of stodgy preamble is what no one wants but I’ll give you anyway because you deserve it sort of thing.
January 3, 2013
I laughed heartily. I winked outrageously. I raked my upper lip over my front teeth in a parody of dumb-hick perplexity, jarred my jaw and furrowed my forehead in a rictus of pained confusion. He stared at the ground. I tightened the mask, letting him absorb my silence.“LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT MY STUPID FACE, SACK OF SHIT!”
April 20, 2012
Reading The Savage Detectives
MEXICANS LOST IN MEXICO (1975)
NOVEMBER 2nd – 3rd
I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a turning of age deal. I understand that, in life, we grow up different; we grow older with the passage of time. That doesn’t mean this tale repeats itself for everyone. Truth is, how can you believe in something? I don’t believe in anything,