Friday, May 29, 2009

pre order MLKNG SCKLS


You can pre order MLKNG SCKLS now.
Here:
http://www.publishinggenius.com/msdetails.html


(Yeah, I'll probably re-post this a few times).

blurb for MLKNG SCKLS from J.A. Tyler


If Beckett’s characters stopped waiting for Godot and went, walked into a sunned horizon, their feet would make the dust of MLKNG SCKLS. Sirois’ writing is artful and slender in this beautifully sparse novella.
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J. A. Tyler, author of IN LOVE WITH A GHOST (willows wept press, 2010)

blurb for MLKNG SCKLS from P.H. Madore

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Justin Sirois writes with a spastic literary servitude. Every word works in support of every other. The pages of MLKNG SCKLS are an orgy of lines which are each veterans of the revision wars. His constant reminder of the age in which we live coupled with his awareness of the tale he tells are, in themselves, enough to bury the mind in, soaking on auto-pilot without need to react. On your inevitable second read, you will think, "Everything I have done up till now was probably ridiculous."
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P. H. Madore, father of dispatch litareview

Iraq photo of the day


Thursday, May 28, 2009

pre order MLKNG SCKLS


You can pre order MLKNG SCKLS now.
Here:


In MLKNG SCKLS, two young men leave Fallujah to follow a river, letting its flow dictate the path of their escape. Along the way, the narrator keeps track of his thoughts on his slowly dying laptop, its fading battery power increasing the tension of his already fraught passage through this dangerous landscape. These brief entries record not just the thoughts of the refugee, the exile, but also how these two men try to understand themselves through tall tales about brothers saved from rabid dogs by mere cigarettes, through fantasical memories of uncooking meals for girlfriends, through hallucinatory visions of predatory trees and circling vultures. These are stories told first to pass the time, sure, but also to explain who they once were, in the lives they have just left behind. Sirois' masterful creation is not just a travel narrative, not just a epistolary, not just a war story. This is desert madness made universal, a coming of age rendered apocalyptic in language as sparse and beautiful and ultimately perilous as the desert passage it describes.
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- Matt Bell, author of

really?



So when someone yelled the N-word at me from a moving car during lunch, it was a Federal crime? GOODNESS! All I wanted to do was get a jog in.

Iraq photo of the day


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

poem


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I wait to go
bowling the key ring, scabbing the label

drinking as slowly as I can
which ain't very slow, I guess

waiting

texting & texting & texting
how lame-o!

& waiting, of course

hanging out
making your hit counter giddy

making you happy, too

we should build two time machines & place one
inside the other

& ruin waiting forever
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Weekend Report


Dani is back in town, Tim rolled his chopper on 95, The Wonder Years, I nearly cut my big toe off with an ax, Alice Munro – nimble and amazing, Dereck Fenwick's birthday, lounging on the roof, ribs, the elevator repair man can be scary (when tumbling to his death), disadvantages of the gPhone, photos by Kathy, fish tacos and the cleanest bathroom in Canton, lollypop, lollypop, oh lollypooaap, "Fat Girl Hit the Skinny Girl" by Richard Gorelick, More Capitan Crunch French toast, brunch on the patio, Bionic Commando is surprisingly good, patio party, foraging for wood, Abita Strawberry, keeping up the neighbors (sorry), waiting anxiously for Dan and the Captain to maul each other, Neisha's sending something in the mail (xo).

Iraq photo of the day


Wednesday, May 20, 2009



I know, I know.
I couldn't help myself.

Farm Boy



Mathew Simmons - A Jello Horse


Altogether heartbreaking and profoundly generous, A Jello Horse captures the uncertainty of surviving your 20's without losing your imagination in the process. You see enormous animals devouring Madison, Wisconsin. You see death and abuse and the unfettered love of friends. Mathew Simmons' compact sentences churn with emotional vigor that will make you think, "I remember that,"... though maybe you really don't. But that's ok. A phone is ringing and someone is waiting to talk to you.

Iraq photo of the day


Monday, May 18, 2009

Bush administration's crusade against Iraq


In one report, a brilliant orange sun beams down on a U.S. tank in the desert beneath a passage from the Book of Ephesians reading, "Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."
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Vin Diesel?


Yeah. Another game review. If developers keep sending me free games, why not? You know where to find the review (under the moniker Plaid Horse).

Weekend Report


Eid melaad Saeed!*

Editing MLKNG SCKLS with Adam, Charles Rose by Samuel Beckett, Mathew Simmon’s - A Jello Horse - is fresh, all of this psychedelic abstraction is getting old, Lindy’s 2nd birthday party, I will not sing, Taxlo’s a little thin (but the music was amazing), more revisions, Adam Good hands over a vintage guide to Iraq, Royer at 5:10, Let Me Eat Cake, tofu buffalo blobs, loud blinking white square, Susan’s in the City Paper, seafood pancake/kimchi pancake, Happy Birthday Haneen!* more revisions, reading at the farm which wasn’t a reading at all, I want to own a tractor, late night chicken, Wanted (the game), Earthquake!

Iraq photo of the day


Thursday, May 14, 2009

No additional photos


Reuters Article Here.
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I have mixed emotions about not releasing the thousands of unpublished photos of abuse in Iraq (Abu Ghraib). They will further damage the image of the US and they will no doubt fuel anti-American sentiment. The Obama Administration should focus on abolishing our current torture practices and create in international tribunal to prosecute those involved in drafting, implementing, and ultimately profiting from torture policy.

This was one of the first photos I saw when the Abu Ghraib scandal broke. It inspired this piece written in 2004:
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http://dcpoetry.com/anthology/319

Iraq photo of the day


Monday, May 11, 2009

for Ryan Schneider's Hideout

I thought I'd post the entire piece that I wrote for Ryan Schneider's book. Not enough people are going to have an opportunity to actually get a copy.
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Elbow to elbow he arrived with him like they all arrived with them – besieged by Pabst through the naked birch, by the way or by defogged Celica. He’d come. The snows came too. Books fluttered from branches, stamping slender declarations in the snow. Nightstands and empty wine bottles marked the trail. They marched together through the icy underbrush. It was like marching through stale cake icing. He thought, there’re boots designed specifically for walking through cake icing, but I don’t own a pair.
Shit.
Hoots and yelps, both human and otherwise, echoed off the old cabin roofs and he followed the diminishing shouts past the tree line, into the woods. He could identify each dog by its bark. Clyde then Xavier then Brown Bitch then Clyde again. Brown Bitch wasn’t her given name. Nothing is named appropriately.He followed like they followed, brought down and drug down and somehow standing in the stilted moonlight.
“Moon’s bright.” He said.
Her boyfriend coughed and added, “Bright blue.”
He thought smoking kept him warmer, but he was wrong. Back toward the cabin, someone clocked an empty bottle against a tree stump. Clyde then Brown Bitch then laughter.
With shivering fingers, he threaded the last button of his shirt like it made a difference.

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zinger


"My next 100 days will be so successful, I will complete them in 72 days. And on the 73rd day, I will rest."

moleskine - eaters


Weekend Report

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I am going to destroy your cell phone because it is destroying our friendship, sleeping too much, should be reading or something, one last hurrah, Close Range!, sleeping way too much (need to figure that out), Zwack, Duck Pin bowling, you’ve been banned from how many different bars? - you Hipturd, fashion disaster trainwreck, Oldie says, "sorry I snore so loud" – you’re adorable/your parent's are adorable/we're dangerous, sleeping instead of writing, mom calls me back to say I love you – melts my heart all over my ribs, off to DC, this bartender is a buffoon, this blue cheese burger is a giant boil, Chris Nealon’s book release reading, thank you everyone for the positive comments about the PLMT book design (it made my Caligula-esque weekend somewhat wholesome), question for my audience: should I design the Flarf anthology for Edge Books? butter smothered cupcakes, passing out in the car, thank you for driving, Jamie, Star Trek tonight!
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*we sleep in little boxes of text

Iraq photo of the day


Friday, May 8, 2009

Craig Arnold missing on expedition in Japan


Craig Arnold (born November 16, 1967) is an American poet. His first book of poems, Shells (1999), was selected by W. S. Merwin for the Yale Series of Younger Poets.[1][2] In 2005, he was awarded the Joseph Brodsky Rome Prize Fellowship in literature by the American Academy of Arts and Letters.[3] He teaches poetry at the University of Wyoming.[4]

While we were in Marfa, Tim Johnson told us that his friend and colleague had been missing for five days on an expedition in Japan. Today will be the 11th day of the search.
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SNES?


Iraq photo of the day


Thursday, May 7, 2009

more Marfa





Chuy's, Joe Cash sings, orange Jamie, orange Greg.

more Marfa



Cistern at the ranch, Greg Magliacane, cistern as a postcard, sunspot, and Joe Cashiola with Jamie Gaughran-Perez.