March 27, 2020
I first discovered my friend PaperBird’s YouTube channel four years ago, when I was, well, in a heightened, oracular state of mind while trying to decide which book to read next. I googled ‘books to read when stoned,’ and suddenly, just slightly over the horizon, a beautiful speck of sunlight appeared, and so I clicked PLAY…
JN) Yo, PaperBird! Whereupon we finally make our secret relationship official!
March 17, 2020
thanks to user zoPZ of the Pass the Popcorn forum[s]
The application of academic systems to “trash” [e.g., Z movies, dissonant or abrasive music, incoherent or feral attempts at literature, art by the mentally ill or inept + certain other indescribables] hasn’t been utilized to its disjunctive nadir; in the discourse we’re about to have here, we’ll aim for such lowness. However, our applicator is problematized by the regnant zeitgeist’s dernier cri for aggrandizing schlock + hologram sharks + all sorts of vision-impotence.
February 12, 2020
MM) There’s an ironic dimension to the title Confidence Man. It feels like something of a wink or put-on, a provocation of sorts that invites a wry interpretation. Something postmodern or deconstructive about it. The narrator in many of these stories seems to be conducting an autopsy on trauma while simultaneously living with the inveterate spoils. He’s possessed of a sterling, sociopathic charisma and masculine character, yet something’s fundamentally askew,
September 4, 2019
Dale Brett: [Introduction]
Star-mangled inner connections. Online interactions smashed by Amor asteroids and Klonopin marbles. Call it what you want. For me, the subconscious meandering towards the salubrious orbit of the Eris duo tugged at my heart like a violent tidal inertia. Upon first reading their words, I was instantly attracted to their prose, and their personalities. So similar to what I normally look for in literary art,