10.27.2008

magic helicopter interview


Kelly Spitzer was kind enough to ask me a few questions about Magic Helicopter Press and help spread the word. I'll announce it here and on the website when Mary Miller's and Ben Buchholz's chaps are physical and ready to ship. Probably mid-November, along with NOÖ 9's online release. The chaps are $6: $3 for the press and $3 for the author. I'll add that to the website when I get home because I think it's important to know where the $$ goes, especially these days. For now, you can pre-order at the website or think about how cool it is that Kelly's front page is 2/3 people who live in the same house.

I feel, in the post-Lin parlance, like "units are moving."

10.23.2008

thrift store couches / sleeping pill jokes


The indefatigable Ryan Manning has posted the only biographical interview I will ever do. This is it folks. The dirt. Truth is what you yell when the hot water goes hari-kari. Truth is when you open the garage door with your teeth. And so on. Somebody put a microphone in my french toast. We could be at this all day.

thank you for asking part 2: a definitive philosophy of everything

MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON WORK ETHIC:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF THE AUTHOR:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON CONSUMERISM:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON APPRECIATION (CLICK TO LISTEN, IT'S NOT JUST A SEXY PICTURE, MRS. KANSAS):



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON HOPE:

10.22.2008

let's make out in the laundromat


Do you care about static electricity? How can you not? Recent polling shows that particles of static electricity are the final undecided voting bloc. Luckily, this invaluable constituency is now addressed by a new online journal of poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and photography/visual art: Rain Fade. Bryan Coffelt and Wille Ziebell edit Rain Fade. In their words:

Rain Fade is interference and degradation of a signal.

Rain Fade is the barrier between words and objects.

Rain Fade is the space between your eye and my eye.

Rain Fade is a new journal of interesting and innovative writing and visual art. We are interested in fiction, non-fiction, poetry, photography, painting, and much more. Send all submissions and inquiries to submissions@rain-fade.com

There's a lovely video at rain-fade.com that features the two editors introducing the video and interviewing each other, wherein Bryan explains what would happen to him if he turned into Kurt Russell.

NO OTHER JOURNAL IS ADDRESSING THE KURT RUSSELL FACTOR. TAKE THAT, BITCHES.

10.21.2008

vegan literature


The new issue of absurdist fiction journal BUST DOWN THE DOOR AND EAT ALL THE CHICKENS is out. Authors included: Sam Pink, Blake Butler, D. Harlan Wilson, Rhys Hughes, Ofelia Hunt, Cameron Pierce, Mike Young (hi), Matthew Simmons, Darby Larson, Aaron Sitze, and Adam Breckenridge.

It's only $5 + shipping. I've got a one page story about nun's teeth in there, and there's no telling what the rest of these championship WNBA mascots have in store for you. Snag.

10.09.2008

downtown fayetteville, arkansas looks like arcata, california


I'm going there next week with my good friend Jack Christian for the Frank Stanford Festival. You should come if you're anywhere nearby.

thank you for asking: a definitive philosophy of everything

MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON AESTHETICS:



MIKE THOUGHTS ON MORALITY AND ETHICS:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON CLASS ISSUES:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON SOCIETY:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON THE POSSIBILITY OF LOVE:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON SEX:



MIKE'S THOUGHTS ON DEATH (CLICK THE PIC TO HEAR):

10.08.2008

the death of jim loney is a good book and this is good news



I am excited because Jack Morgan's Stormy Petrel Press will release a chapbook of my short-short prose called And the Shoes on the Cables Are There for the Angels Real Sturdy Thing in early 2009. Read the title story a story by clicking on the link there. The chap will have like nine things in it, I think. The picture included here won't be the cover because that would be pretentious.

Here's what I don't understand: if you saw that picture happen in real life, happened to glance up and see all that, you would feel good. But if you take a picture of it and make it the cover of a book, that's pretentious. Who do I blame for this? Nixon? Walter Benjamin? Don't say "Oh, that wouldn't be pretentious." It would. We need real solutions here. We need to put country first.

Both of my chapbooks are forthcoming from San Francisco. Thank you, San Francisco. Your train stops at midnight, but you're a good kid.

UPDATE: The chapbook will now be called Real Sturdy Thing. Thank you to Gabe Durham for the help.

10.07.2008

wait, maybe i am thinking of the world's largest rodent


Hey, I just got interviewed by the lovely and mystical Leigh Stein. You can find it here. Leigh and I discuss summers, formats, Tony Tost, Arkansas, prime ministers, opium, Peter Gizzi, and falling. Let's just say we make Mr. Jackson's shirt, if you know what I mean, huh huh, yeah yeah.

Thank you, Leigh! =)

10.04.2008

the owner looks nice; the waitress is pretty

A SAMPLE OF YOUR NEW LUCK

Neither of us signed up for this scrutiny,
bear-soft and set to club the hive
both. We never read the instructions
on this cream. We bought the tin
for the tap of our nails and to
trim them is the lonely opposite of
gross. Darling, when did we walk into
suction cups and the release forms of
a sleep study that jolts us huh to hear
"Congratulations!" up the hall, but for
who? Did you catch that? Now we're
happy for them? Oh. We've heard tell
of Accomplishments like get-you-some,
so we staple on dead ant mustaches and,
like, is that what you mean? Will someone
knock on our pillow tonight to say "Howdy,
you've won! It's over! These side bets,
a battalion of 7s, the holy escalator,
plum juice atomized, a dessert collage
from checkered flags and FDR's diary:
this is but a sample of your new luck."
All of these I stow in my chest bones
like Christmas presents that embarrass
airport security and make them think
"Either I gave shitty things this year
or got them. Why can't I remember?"
The night is a commercial for trains.
Dreams on call with eyebrows wet.
I'm making a lot of money counting
how awake I can stay in the tyranny of
sequels to self-recipes. Should I practice
my headers? Did I cauterize my friend?
You're rubbing the cream mask in your
fit, all over the cool side. Eighty-six
umbrellas open in the street, and they
spell something in how they float (is it
a billet-doux?) NO, THE INSTRUCTIONS SAY
RUB IN GENTLY. THEY NEVER SAID MASK.

10.02.2008

dear lord

Sean Lovelace linked today to a George Saunders essay that appeared in the New Yorker in 2003: "Chicago Christmas, 1984." It is so good that I am linking to a George Saunders essay that appeared in the sweater-loving New Yorker. It's fucking good, yo.

10.01.2008

afoot is afoot


HTMLGIANT is the Pitchfork of online/small press literature. It's the baby of Blake Butler and Gene Morgan. I am a contributor.

NOÖ Journal's blog has started a new feature called NOÖ Loves Everyone. We're going to interview all contributors to NOÖ in alphabetical order of first name. #1 is Alex Burford. Check it out. Add NOÖ's blog to your RSS feed my dearest rooster friends.

it was funny until you ate the parrots

ALL OF THESE PARTIES OUTSIDE THE MICROWAVE

My friend, I went to your stupid mine,
carried in obligation's very hot mitten.

Everything was ticked as Gift, Scar, or Luck.
The new parasail made you look post-history,

as we do feel, or feel-ish, long enough to
fuck up. I did that eyebrows thing like good job.

Then we stood on the roof, years of stilt training
between us. We chewed Sudafeds and ham, chuckled at

by all: all that passes for beloved these days.
Why is cake in the shape of a rocket not

you? Someone wants to draw your face and I say
ransom. When my friend makes a good joke,

my other friends are in the shower distantly,
as the minutes of the sun left wait to be

picked for the dodgeball of sentiment.
Half the time I feel like U.S.S. Bitchface,

and all the people line up to pet me. Other-
wise, I cut burritos with a pizza slicer and you

laugh and I think "if that is your real laugh,
go to sleep. I want to steal it. Don't go."