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Upcoming events for February/early March, delineated by city and event type, for your ease of consideration: MANHATTAN (reading) 2.10.12 dead letter office hours reading w/ lincoln michel, kristen o'toole, and others, 401 broadway suite 1620, nyc, 7pm, free (reading and DJing) 2.14.12 w/ mitchell s. jackson, claire barwise, robb todd, and shamar hill, 580 eighth ave 21st Floor (door code:

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I had heard that this was true, but then did not actually really believe it was true until just now, when I looked it up: my chapbook "9/16/10," originally published in a run of 150 by Swill Children (the rad Bushwick-based press founded by Jesse Hlebo), was cited as a "notable" story in Best American Nonrequired 2011. Really psyched to see this, even though Best American was actually published

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I discovered an abnormally oblong egg in my egg carton the other day. But when I tried to take a picture of the egg, it seemed hard to discern how abnormally oblong the egg actually was: by itself, the egg looked pretty normal. It was only by taking a picture of the abnormally oblong egg beside a non-abnormally oblong egg—a “normal” egg, as it were—that you could see how

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[beep] IRA GLASS: Siri, where do you come from? SIRI: I, Siri, was designed by Apple in California. [beep] GLASS: Where were you manufactured? SIRI: I'm not allowed to say. [beep] GLASS: Why? SIRI: Good question. Anything else I can do for you? -from This American Life, Ep. 454.

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Winter is a time for shedding the old and unnecessary. Or so it seems, based on everything I've been leaving behind, in coffee shops, bars, classrooms... Today, riding to meet a friend for lunch, I realized I had left my keys at my apartment. Thankfully I was able to share a lock with one of the coffee shop employees. A few hours and another coffee shop later I realized I had left my knit hat

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We are intelligent beings, versed in mathematics and capable of organizing a coherent sequence of sounds in time to produce a unified composition, called music, a form of art whose truth, craft, originality, and other indefinable properties bring a quality of transcendent delight, called beauty, to the mind and sense of the listener. This is the message to those who are out there, at a

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He didn't want to fight in any war and she didn't want to have a child. They had been living together for three years and still didn't have a way to refer to each other that didn't sound stupid, false, or antiquated. Language follows change and there wasn't any language to use. Partners in a pairbonded situation; that sounded neutral. Of course living with someone isn't a neutral situation.

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A few months into this time, around December, a journalist named McGee came to interview him for Rolling Stone. In the published interview, the journalist describes the room as “ill-lit” and “vomit-green” with porn magazines and cigarette butts strewn all around. In spite of this, or maybe because of this, the journalist and him became friends. The journalist and his wife would invite him

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Audio of Flannery O'Connor, in 1959, reading "A Good Man Is Hard to Find."

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I judged something for HTML Giant's Tourney of Bookshit: "emailing yr writing to people you dont know" vs. "readings w/ so many readers no one listens." From "emailing": The grievously undercompensated Web editor starts typing out the polite, nonspecific response: “Dear [author], Thanks so much for getting in touch…” From "readings...": The reader at the reading, not talking right into the

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From the fortune cookie at the Szechuan restaurant where I ate lunch this afternoon: I particularly appreciate the combo of "on in."

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Kafka, through Davis, on reading: But at other times, I sit here reading in the afternoon, a myrtle in my buttonhole, and there are such beautiful passages in the book that I think I have become beautiful myself. -from the story "Kafka Cooks Dinner," by Lydia Davis, included in the collection Varieties of Disturbance (2007). Borges on reading: Really, I think of myself of being essentially a

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Proust on reading: Indeed, this is one of the great and wondrous characteristics of beautiful books (and one which enables us to understand the simultaneously essential and limited role that reading can play in our spiritual life): that for the author they may be called Conclusions, but for the reader, Provocations. We can feel that our wisdom begins where the author's ends, and we want him to

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Readers include: Nitsuh Abebe, New York magazine Jami Attenberg, The Melting Season Amanda Bullock, your Housing Works blogger Ryan Chapman, FSG Joshua Cohen, A Heaven of Others Allison Devers, Writers’ Houses Stephen Elliott, The Adderall Diaries Rachel Fershleiser, Bookish Molly Fischer, journalist David Goodwillie, American Subversive Michele Hardesty, People’s Library Michelle Legro,

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"What is happening to me, allowing for lies and exaggerations which I try to avoid, goes into my poems. I don’t think my experiences are clarified or made beautiful for myself or anyone else, they are just there in whatever form I can find them.... My formal 'stance' is found at the crossroads where what I know and can't get meets what is left of that I know and can bear without hatred...

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My story "Your Mother and Henry Rollins," published in lovely Beecher's Magazine No. 1, was discussed by Nathan Huffstutter on HTMLGIANT. (Feel free to leave a comment up there, by the way--the post looks kind of lonely.) The story, says Huffstutter, is "not at all about Hank R." and "only somewhat about a mother." And he's right. The piece isn't super long, but here's a bit of insight from

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From Haruki Murakami's acceptance speech for The Jerusalem Prize: I have only one reason to write novels, and that is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the surface and shine a light upon it. The purpose of a story is to sound an alarm, to keep a light trained on The System in order to prevent it from tangling our souls in its web and demeaning them. I fully believe it is the

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-New online issue of Gigantic, themed "Gigantic Bodies," up on our website. Featuring new short fiction from Lynne Tillman, Anelise Chen, Mitchell S. Jackson, Dan Bevacqua, Lena Bartone, Brian Kubarycz, James McGirk, Matt Dennison, and Daniel Borzutzky; a conversation between Gary Lutz, Mary Caponegro, and Tim Horvath; all paired with truly beautiful art by Maria Kondratiev. Upcoming

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MUSEUM GUIDE: "Anyway, when Tutankhamun was alive, he slept in this bed. Very uncomfortable, very narrow. You know, when I was working with a Russian tour group,when  I told this woman that this is Tutankhamun's bed, she asked me a very strange question: "Where is his wife?" I have nothing to tell her! I wanted to make a joke. I tell her, 'Maybe under the bed.' She told me, 'No, no, not like that

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"The train steamed rapidly out of the station, its lights soon disappearing, and a minute later even the sound it made was silenced, as if everything were conspiring to bring this sweet oblivion, this madness, to an end as quickly as possible. And Gurov, standing alone on the platform and gazing into the dark distance, listened to the shrilling of the grasshoppers and the humming of the

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Fell asleep to Borges (a lecture on "word-music and translation"), dreamed of, for some reason, Michael Jordan. He wasn't especially tall, but I'm pretty sure he was wearing a polo shirt (was it my polo shirt?) and his Hitler mustache. He kept challenging me to a game and telling me he was going to "punch me in the mouth." When I tried to chill him out by agreeing with him--"That'd be fine, if it

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“Now you know everything. You know who was the first to utter the word, 'King!' It was Moiseyka. You know why he didn't apply that name either to one-eyed Grach or to ferocious Kolka. You know everything. But what good does it do you, if you still have spectacles on your nose and autumn in your soul? . . .” -from “In Odessa” by Isaac Babel

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Breaking news from the insidery world of "literary" DJs: a CMJ DJ set from someone called "DJ Taolin"? Look below: FORCEFIELD PR, HIPSTER RUNOFF & POPGUN PRESENT... OCTOBER 21ST -  BLEEPYBLOOPFEST @ Cameo Gallery w/ DJ sets by Neon Indian, Teengirl Fantasy, Carles?, Beach Fossils, Dent May and DJ Taolin CMJ is a great way for bands to reveal their aesthetics and influences. But if you'd

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Lincoln Michel and I are DJing our monthly DJ party Kings County Society for Fitness, Science, and Musical Merriment tomorrow night at Manhattan Inn. Won't you join us?

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This seems like a joke: "In Montana, once, he lived with a bear, and the bear slept with him, got drunk with him, and was a close friend." - from a profile of Ernest Hemingway by Lillian Ross, published in The New Yorker, May 13, 1950.

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From a 1982 interview with Philip Larkin in The Paris Review Interviews, Vol. 2.: INTERVIEWER      Is Jorge Luis Borges the only other contemporary poet of note who is also a librarian, by the way? Are you aware of any others? LARKIN     Who is Jorge Luis Borges? The writer-librarian I like is Archibald MacLeish. You know, he was made librarian of Congress in 1939, and on the first

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some shithead stole the front wheel of my bike last night while i was at my friend's birthday party on the williamsburg/bushwick border. but this cheered me up a little (thanks to @chrisbeha): <p><br><br><br><br><

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"When I am returning from a trip, the best part is not going through the airport or getting home, but the taxi ride in between: you're still traveling, but not really. [...] I do not name the people I talk about to someone who doesn't know them, I use, despite the trouble of it, abstract descriptions like 'that friend whose parachute got tangled up with another parachute the time he jumped.' [...

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Co-curating: Sat 9/10 Gigantic Exquisite Corpse* featuring short readings from Lynne Tillman, Dan Bevacqua, Anelise Chen, and Mitchell S. Jackson Home Sweet Home 131 Chrsytie Street, NY, NY 8-9pm Reading: Tues 9/13 30 Under 30 Anthology Reading** w/ Rachel B. Glaser, Mike Young, Danielle Adair, and Michael Stewart Center for Fiction 17 East 47th Street, NY, NY 7pm Representing Gigantic: Fri 9/

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an update: ok, so delta found my bag. when i went to go pick it up from the airport, they gave it to me--then sent me home in a white limo. ridiculous. still going to write a complaint letter, but will also mention the single competent employee (out of no less than ten) that actually helped me out.

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Four days and still no suitcase. At this point, I've come to accept this whole debacle as an opportunity to distance myself from the trappings of material belongings--and to compose a lengthy and strongly-worded email of complaint (currently 1,000 words and counting). Some samples of the type of language I'm employing: "my great disappointment," "I was bewildered by the lack of care," "a

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Completely infuriating experience with Delta on my return flight to New York. Not even worth going into here--I'm saving it for a long and detailed email back to their corporate offices. Somebody was telling me the old joke behind their name: "D.E.L.T.A.: Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive." I found out the hard way. Using the opportunity as a chance to release myself from the shackles of material

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"Before Heather and the Dunes on a glass-topped table was the bottle of gin, two thirds gone, three grapefruits, and a hand juicer. The bottle had a picture of a little old lady on the label who gazed out at them sternly. Beneath the table, their knees were visible, Heather's young dimpled ones and the Dunes's knobby ones. The knees looked troubled, even baffled, beneath the glass." -from "Lu-Lu

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(Alternate version: thump it like a cantaloupe?) Lincoln Michel and I spin the hits tonight (Friday, 8/19/11) at Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint. Good tunes, good drinks, good food, good dancing. Free! Midnight until last call. http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=221528781232453 Flyer by Andrew Bulger.

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"Song" by Frank O'Hara Is it dirty does it look dirty that's what you think of in the city does it just seem dirty that's what you think of in the city you don't refuse to breathe do you someone comes along with a very bad character he seems attractive. is he really. yes very he's attractive as his character is bad. is it. yes that's what you think of in the city run your finger along your

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Two panels that I'm a part of were accepted for next year's AWP in Chicago. They are as follows: Literature and the Internet in 2012. Roxane Gay, Stephen Elliott, Blake Butler, James Yeh The literary editors of four leading web magazines -- HTMLGiant, The Rumpus, PANK, and The Faster Times -- offer a roundtable discussion about how the Internet is changing literature and literary

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Just wanted to let you all know about some things I'll be doing next week. I promise them to be fun, literary and/or danceable or, failing that, at least located in places that are less excruciatingly hot and humid than it is outside today. Also, they're all free. (Facebook event links embedded.) Tuesday, July 26, 9pm* Reading @ Dang It I'm Thirsty Reading Series with others D.B.A. 113

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"The Man with the Pumpkin Head" by Robert Walser Once there was a man and on his shoulders he had, instead of a head, a hollow pumpkin. This was no great help to him. Yet he still wanted to be Number One. That's the sort of person he was. For a tongue he had an oak leaf hanging from his mouth, and his teeth were cut out with a knife. Instead of eyes, he had two round holes. Back of the holes

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Just received my two contributor's copies for 30 Under 30, "an anthology of innovative fiction by younger authors," edited by Blake Butler and Lily Hoang. Other contributors in the anthology include Joshua Cohen, Rachel Glaser, Mike Young, Shane Jones, Andrea Kneeland, and many others. Love the cover, which is by Zach Dodson, who is also a contributor. Psyched to dig in.

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SINFONIA #2 by Daniil Kharms Anton Mikhailovich spat, said "ech," spat again, said "ech" again, spat again, said "ech" again and left. To hell with him. Instead let me tell you about Ilya Pavlovich. Ilya Pavlovich was born in 1893 in Constantinople. When he was still a boy, they moved to St. Petersburg, and there he graduated from the German School on Kirchnaya Street. Then he worked in some

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At a coffee shop in Anderson, SC, where there is an internet network called, enigmatically, "I Was Broke.  Now I'm Not." (Note the title caps and double space.) Reference to economic status or succinct narrative from the POV of an inanimate object? Some things I guess we'll never know.

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I took a walk with the consistently life-affirming poet Jon Cotner, as part of his new project Spontaneous Society. Then I wrote about it for The Faster Times. Handy handcarts, good-looking dogs, and good vibes ensue.

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"The only way he wanted to influence her to stay, he said (aware, with some amusement, that the drugs were making him much more rational and articulate, as if he had somehow traveled to and was speaking from the future as part of a panel of logicians and relationship counselors), was by being nicer to her, resulting in her naturally wanting to stay. He’d said this before, he knew, mostly as

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"The Execution" by Lydia Davis Here is another story about our compassion. In a village not far from here, a young man murdered a banker and his wife, then raped the servant girl and drank all the wine in the cellar. He was tried, found guilty, sentenced to death, and executed. Well, there was such interest in seeing this peculiar fellow die on the guillotine that people came from all over the

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Dear friends, I am reading tomorrow--Saturday, June 4th, 2011--at a benefit for Enclave Reading Series founder Jason Napoli Brooks who was wrongfully beaten up by NYC cops. $20 but "all-can-eat-BBQ," a free drink, three-minute readings from good folks, DJ's (including a special "weird '8os" set by yours truly), and more. Details below: The Enclave Saves Jason Napoli Brooks! Fundraising BBQ and

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So, if you don't already know the story, basically about two weeks ago this guy in Oakland had his MacBook stolen from him, but had a secret computer program installed on it called Hidden that enabled him to take pictures through the onboard MacBook camera and, as I understand it, "track" the laptop's whereabouts. The guy contacted the police, but understaffed as they are, they were unable to

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Spinning a mix of garage, northern soul, classic hip-hop, weird yet danceable foreign and disco, and '80s that doesn’t suck. Midnight until last call. Free!

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 Flyer by Skyler Balbus. "Probably the literary party of the week." -BOMBlog RSVP here or to giganticmag[at]gmail[dot]com. Coverage here: The New Yorker HTMLGIANT The Rumpus BOMBlog We Who Are About to Die, 2 TimeoutNY  Flavorpill NY Vol. 1 Brooklyn, 2 Oh My Rockness Eardrum NYC Slice Magazine  John Dermot Woods's blog Impose Magazine 

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Photo by Rozalia Jovanovic.

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"The route taken by Mickey Mouse is more like that of a file in an office than it is like that of a marathon runner. [...] All Mickey Mouse films are founded on the motif of leaving home in order to learn what fear is." -Walter Benjamin, from "Mickey Mouse," Selected Writings Volume 2 1927-1934 On a somewhat associative, somewhat unrelated note, here's a track from John Maus from his album

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The comments here made me laugh out loud. The New Yorker makes a typo in a Facebook post, snarkiness ensues. David Remnick on bin Landen's death: "it is hard to recall Obama's announcement without also recalling the bizarre political context of the days that immediately preceded it."I didn't know that they got bin Landen too," replies one commenter. "Now I definitely feel safer." On a related

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‎Wigleaf selected their Top 50 Very Short Fictions of 2011. I'm honored to say that Saša Stanišić's Gigantic-published "Let's Go Sleep Japan Soon" was selected by selecting editor Lily Hoang, along with my own Andrew Bulger-collaborated-with story “Girl with Cool, Damp Mouth." It's exciting (and flattering) that this is the second year in a row a Gigantic-published story has been included in

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"But you have not grasped the living reality, the essence!" Husserl exclaims. Nor will I, ever. His examiner (was it J.D. Ratchliff?) said severely "Baskerville, you blank round, discursiveness is not literature." "The aim of literature," Baskerville replied grandly, "is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart." Joan says: "I have two children." Why did you do

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Andrew Bulger and I were mentioned on the Electric Literature blog, The Outlet. Writer Julia Jackson calls our chapbook collaboration "simultaneously a) adorable b) awesome and c) sneakily haunting." Thanks, Julia!

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Kings County Society for Fitness, Science, and Musical Merriment w/ Cormac McBootay (Lincoln Michel) Friday, April 29 Manhattan Inn Brooklyn, NY midnight until last call free -- Enclave Reading Series w/ Abdellah Taia and Fiona Maazel Saturday, April 30 Cake Shop New York, NY 4pm free

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While on the rooftop of Clocktower Gallery in Soho last night, we came across this sight: Was it something government owned, like a federal building or some kind of jail? We tried Google-mapping it to see if we could find out what this thing was, but the "street view" feature isn't available on iPhones. Later, I looked it up online. Turns out it's 33 Thomas, a building owned by AT&T that houses

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Dear friends, I am doing two events this week that I would love to see some of your faces at. The first is a DJ set with Cormac McBootay a.k.a. Lincoln Michel at Manhattan Inn, in Greenpoint. The second is a reading with Abdellah Taïa and Fiona Maazel at Cake Shop, in the LES. For the first event, Lincoln and I promise to play music that's fun and just weird enough to be unfamiliar, but

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SEA, SEA RIDER By Richard Brautigan The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the dandelion side of the mountain. He was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant seaman who had been torpedoed in the North Atlantic and floated there day after day until death did not want him. He had a young wife, a heart attack, a Volkswagen and a home in Marin County. He

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I usually hate this kind of thing, but this one's actually pretty funny: Dyna Moe's Hipster Animals. A quote from the website: "It's like Richard Scarry characters went to a Grizzly Bear show." A lot to like here, but I think the font is a nice, subtle touch.

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Exciting news to share: I was named one of eight 2011 NYC Emerging Writers Fellows by the Center for Fiction! Much gratitude and appreciation to the Center for Fiction and everybody else involved to help put together the fellowship. Psyched and very, very grateful. Additional coverage: 4/27/11 Columbia University Writing Program Website 4/21/11 Nicolle Elizabeth blog 4/19/11 Vol. 1 Brooklyn

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Spinning psych, garage, northern soul, and disco from the '70s and '80s that doesn't suck. Trophy Bar, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. 10pm until, free.

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While biking the other night, I was almost hit by a car at an intersection. This was due more to my brakes, which are bad, than my aggressive biking habits (although my habits are fairly aggressive). The car was coming and there I was, gradually stopping in front of it. I turned my wheel so as to take up less of the street and the car kept on at the same speed, honking as it passed. I remember

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"Around the base of the statue are four words facing the directions of this world, to the east WELCOME, to the west WELCOME, to the north WELCOME, to the south WELCOME. Just behind the statue are three poplar trees, almost leafless except for the top branches. The statue stands in front of the middle tree. All around the grass is wet from the rains of early February." -Richard Brautigan, Trout

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"When I felt I’d had enough fresh air and it was time to get back to the bar, I climbed the steps up to the door (stone steps, single blocks of a stone that had a granitelike consistency and the sheen of a gem) and ran into a guy who was shorter than me and dressed like a fifties gangster, a guy who had something of the caricature about him, the classic affable killer, who got me mixed up

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13123685333024451434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13234199.post-15229185731700620422011-03-29T13:16:00.005-05:002011-03-29T15:19:07.339-05:00

(UPDATE 3/28/11, 4:16pm: the repeated paragraph error has been fixed. The typo, however, remains.) From today's New York Times, a paragraph accidentally repeated in the subsequent paragraph, but with subtle changes: #1: Qatar, which has sent aircraft to join the patrols over Libya, offered strikingly blunt support for the international effort against another Arab leader. "We urge Qaddafi

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"Letter writing is an intercourse with ghosts, not only with the ghost of the receiver, but with one's own, which emerges between the lines between the letter being written ... Written kisses never reach their destination, but are drunk en route by these ghosts." -Franz Kafka, from R. Crumb's and David Zane Marowitz's graphic biography Kafka

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"The things one tardily becomes aware of." -David Markson, Wittgenstein's Mistress

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13123685333024451434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13234199.post-85386841648979318502011-03-07T13:57:00.008-05:002011-03-07T16:50:52.433-05:00

  I wrote a short article for The Faster Times about Open City's sad demise. Included are excerpts/links/full-text transcriptions to some of my favorite things they've published, including a story by Sam Lipsyte and one of my favorite poems ever, by David Berman ("Classic Water"). From Lipsyte: Once she told me the story of the time a minor movie star was leaving a party and motioned her

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Dear Seattle friends current and future, I will be visiting from March 16-23. On March 20th I will be giving a talk in the afternoon (2pm). Later that evening (7pm) I will be doing a reading with poet Ted Powers. For the talk I promise to be informative and not boring. For the reading I promise to be funny and not boring and to also not go on too long. Hope to see you all there. A brief

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[“Man is so afraid . . .”] by Frank Stanford Man is so afraid, he look down at cock, long ago many centuries ships land on the enemy’s beach, take down mast in the dark, climb up cliffs in the fog, ram enemy’s door, do bad things in castle, oh yea, man go crazy play in blood like baby with duck in bathtub, man think about favorite dog, got worms in heart, takes dog to field trial, dog

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Cormac McBootay (a.k.a.) Lincoln Michel and I are back DJing "The Kings County Society for Fitness, Science & Musical Merriment" this Friday. Northern soul, '60s rock, mod, garage, classic hip hop, '80s that doesn't suck, and all the fun, danceable music you've come to expect and most assuredly deserve. Flyer by Andrew Bulger.

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"We are free as birds. Only the birds aren't free. We are as committed as birds, and identically." -John Cage, A Year from Monday -- "...their travails necessitated small, light brains; otherwise, with heavier, bigger brains, how could they manage flight and why would they go on living like that? If they could think, they might think, as many humans do, life is meaningless if all I do is fly

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KINGS COUNTY SOCIETY FOR MONOGAMY, CHASTITY + MUSICAL COURTSHIP I am DJing a special Valentine's Day-appropriate set with my good buddy Cormac McBootay (Lincoln Michel). Soul, mod, doo-wop, garage, hip-hop, '80s that doesn't suck, and all the fun, danceable music you've come to expect and most assuredly deserve. Flyer by Andrew Bulger.

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"Books one formerly needed were hard to locate. Now they're all out in paperback. Society's changing. Relevant information's hard to come by. Soon it'll be everywhere, unnoticed." -John Cage, Diary: How to Improve the World (You Will Only Make Matters Worse), 1965

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dear friends, come out for my DJ set tonight (1/28/11) w/ Cormac McBootay (Lincoln Michel) at The Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Midnight until late. Free. Thank you.

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"Win Some James Yeh": Vol. 1 Brooklyn is giving away a copy of my chapbook "9/16/10" from Swill Children. Scene from book rack at Spoonbill and Sugartown in Williamsburg (mine is the middle one):

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i'm a big fan of old books and their covers. there are a lot of things to like about old editions--their uniqueness, their often beautiful and surprising covers, their generally lower price (though of course there are exceptions). here are a few of my favorites i've gotten recently: The Violent Bear It Away by Flannery O'Connor (FSG, Eleventh Printing, 1979)$6, New York, NY Pnin by Vladimir

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Wesley Yang, on the Paris Review blog, must have been to my room: Bare cream walls, four Ikea Billy bookshelves of pressed chipboard—three of them white, one of them black—with the cardboard back hanging precariously by extruded nails.... Eleven liquor boxes of unpacked books stacked on the tops of the shelves: Georgi Vodka, Hennessy Privilege, Columbia Winery. A desk in a grotesque orange

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"Since one feels obliged to write, let it be without obscuring the space between the lines with words." -Clarice Lispector, Chronicles

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i am DJing tonight (Friday), 1/14/11, 7-9pm, at the closing party of the Babycastles Casino/Credit Due show at the Showpaper 42nd St Gallery, come say hello and look at art/play video games.

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I'm just now getting back from The MacDowell Colony in Peterborough, New Hampshire, where I was fortunate enough to spend a month ostensibly completing a draft of my novel manuscript, while also eating and napping as much as I could. I also DJ'ed two Colony dance parties. It was pretty incredible -- and, surprisingly productive -- and I couldn't begin to describe how grateful I am for basically

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Greetings from New Hampshire, I have two very very short stories up on Everyday Genius. Thanks to the wonderful Chloé Cooper Jones for putting together the month. Also, my sources inform me that my Swill Children chapbook "9/16/10" is now in stock at Spoonbill & Sugartown in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and at Family Bookstore in Los Angeles. Happy holidays, ya'll.

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I wrote about DJing for Thought Catalog. The piece is called "My Three Most Memorable Experiences as a DJ in NYC." Discussed within: red-brown synthetic hair, a Doo-Wop Halloween, Chris Taylor from Grizzly Bear, and being told to "turn it down" at a Christmas party.

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Among the things discussed: Tao Lin’s new novel Richard Yates, Tao Lin’s less new novella Shoplifting from American Apparel, imitators, Haley Joel Osment at a grocery store, AOL Instant Messenger vs. Gchat, and why Philip Roth is funny in a way Dave Eggers is not. A few quotes I liked and gave to Vice to use as pull-quotes but in the end were not used, in favor of consistency with Vice "

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Dear friends/people who are curious about me and/or just ended up here randomly, I am selling a few things. Specifically some things I wrote and had published recently. Why? Because I am poor and you are far away. Here are the things: 1) Abe's Penny postcard series with photographs by Massimo Vitali. $12. @font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {

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here are some stats: 221 days  ~2185.2 miles 148 bridges 92 subways 7 crashes here is the essay where i wrote about all the biking i've been doing in more detail

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past 48 hours: attempting to drive to montreal with my friend Jesse and new friend Kunal; running over deer carcass with honda hybrid; winning over mean-looking bros in bar in small town in upstate new york with careful yet insistent combination of "classic rock" and "hard rock" (ac/dc "back in black">rolling stones "sympathy with the devil">roy orbinson "pretty woman" [to weird it up a bit]>

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up at 5am just published my interview with sam pink, author of the new novel person, in the faster times, feel kind of crazy/kind of excited; we talked about computers with crunchy keys, dudes who work at tattoo parlors, glenn beck in a "humanizing" situation, a "severe yet readable" editing style, and how boxing is a lot like writing reading friday night at the supermachine reading at outpost

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THE KINGS COUNTY SOCIETY FOR FITNESS, SCIENCE + MUSICAL MERRIMENT PRESENTS: THE KINGS COUNTY SECRET SOCIETY FOR NECROMANCY, INCANTATION + MUSICAL ANIMISM On October 29th, MC Hyde (formerly Cormac McBootay, formerly Lincoln Michel) and I (DJ Jeykll) will be assuming our monthly DJ duties at the Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Dancing, disguise, and a fiendish, cemetery-shaking playlist.

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A few weeks ago, while waiting outside Diner to meet up with a few friends, I was approached by a woman saying she was doing a series for Time Out New York about "people at brunch." Today I decided to try to find that series. I'm #24 in the series. I say a handful of boring/pretentious things I'd like to disown, including the words "celebratory" and "organic." The interviewer, who came across

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Last night Lincoln Michel, Chloe Cooper Jones, and I did a reading at University of Missouri Kansas City. Clancy Martin very graciously hosted us. After the reading, we answered questions about literary journals, the contemporary Australian writing scene, and work routines. Today, at 4pm, Lincoln and I are doing a lecture at the University of Kansas in Lawrence. Chloe Cooper Jones, our

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Here it is. I've listened to the album now three times straight through and it is excellent. There are a few surprising instrumental choices -- things are lusher, more textured. Banjos, what sounds like melodicas, and an unexpected somewhat Bowie-esque (or is it post-Bowie-esque?) surprise in the third to last song that I won't spoil. "Halcyon Digest" is out from 4AD on September 28th. Here's a

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The website Frontier Psychiatrist published my account of my 1,600 mile summer. (I'm actually up to 1,750 at this point, more on that at the bottom.) Discussed are: broken front teeth, blue-stained underwear, dead birds, and much more. --- Cormac McBootay (Lincoln Michel) and I are DJing at The Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint this Friday: KINGS COUNTY SOCIETY FOR FITNESS, SCIENCE & MUSICAL

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13123685333024451434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13234199.post-58462440281717555552010-09-12T10:37:00.003-05:002010-09-12T10:41:26.896-05:00

I am reading tonight at The Tag Reading Series with Justin Taylor, Chloe Cooper Jones, and Elissa Bassist. Cell Theatre, NYC. Facebook event here. Sunday, Sept. 12, 5pm. I will be reading from my latest chapbook collaboration with Andrew Bulger, entitled "Your Giant New Loft." Here is a sample of one of Andrew's drawings: Hope you might be able to join us. Thank you.

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Today, at the coffee shop, a woman came in with this on her shoulder. A handful of people went over and took pictures of it. Some of these people wiggled their fingers around to try to get its attention. At one point, the woman fed it a grub or something. Whatever it was was dark gray and about the size of a finger. Actually, thinking about it, I 'm not sure if she fed it, or if it was just

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"[...] dorkily literary [...]"

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It was hard to find parking yesterday at the Waterfront Show. Bike experiment update: 144 days ~1500.3 miles ~108 bridges (wburg 87x, manhattan 5x, queensborough 6x, pulaski 7x, brooklyn 1x) 75 subways 6 minor crashes2 zipcar rides

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13123685333024451434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13234199.post-28183847035600633072010-08-23T11:58:00.011-05:002010-10-20T07:14:52.937-05:00

I edited and published, for the Faster Times, Sasha Fletcher's review of Gordon Lish's Collected Fictions -- "What It Is I Cannot Tell You." Includes full-color original art by Antonia Blair. --- I helped edit and compile, for Gigantic, the new online issue, featuring Nathan C. Martin's interview with Amy Hempel, the fourth installment of Leni Zumas and Luca Dipierro's graphic series Until I

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13123685333024451434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13234199.post-47126360730520139422010-08-17T13:50:00.001-05:002010-08-17T13:53:53.583-05:00

I know this sounds like an Onion headline, but you can't make this stuff up: J.D. Salinger's Used Toilet for Sale on eBay. I wrote something short on it at the Faster Times, mostly just pointing out the best lines, including the detail that it's "uncleaned." "Who knows how many of these stories were thought up and written on this throne!"

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129 days ~1391.0 miles~102 bridges (wburg 82x, manhattan 4x, queensborough 6x, pulaski 7x, brooklyn 1x*) 68 subways 5 crashes2 zipcar rides

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