sometimes my heart pushes my ribs by Ellen Kennedy
is officially out today from Muumuu House and can be ordered here or here. Its release party is Apr 25 at 7PM at Cafe Orwell. There will be free alcohol/food.
Freewilliamsburg said "made me want to type in lower-case letters and chase around aging icons of Hollywood, trying to fuck them." Fanzine said "hope Woody Allen finds this book and likes it." Rumble said "hamsters, Woody Allen, flying whales, and having sex on subway trains." David Miller said "[makes you want to] give somebody a hug...your girlfriend or wife or dog." More reviews are here.
Freewilliamsburg said "made me want to type in lower-case letters and chase around aging icons of Hollywood, trying to fuck them." Fanzine said "hope Woody Allen finds this book and likes it." Rumble said "hamsters, Woody Allen, flying whales, and having sex on subway trains." David Miller said "[makes you want to] give somebody a hug...your girlfriend or wife or dog." More reviews are here.
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Okay, since your site doesn't allow me to leave a general comment about my impressions of you (being so-urged), I have to leave a more-random comment on some so-called "blogpost", like this one, about a book a Ms Kennedy wrote.
I see you have a whole book around "This poem is about not wanting to exist anymore."
I feel compelled to tell you that you've over-concluded in your pessimism about life. You've searched what society has to offer and seem to think you've exhausted what life and what "human" is. As if the landscape of what-one-is is exhausted by searching, exploring, and rejecting one's cultural mileau.
Civilization is just one big Stockholm Syndrome clusterfuck, held (rather weakly) together by millenia-old economic captors. It's populated by fellow prisoners, each with their own dress and behavioral codes, ALL of them suffering from a type of post-traumatic stress who are afraid yet desperately yearn to be close to each other.
They've been sick for so long that it's nearly forgotten that they once lived wild and "penniless", close to the source. Man of old worked less than half a day for his survival while being connected to something more awesome than a bank account and the social structure that has twistedly grown within it.
To remember: not one product of civilized man has the grace, beauty, and complexity of a single flower, wild animal, or even a single blade of buffalo grass blowing in the wind.
Don't be absurd or indulgent with your existential tedium. Don't fool yourself even for a second thinking you know what's out there. You can't see from the eyes that have been trained for thousands of years by your captors. You are blind.
Get out of the fucking city. Ditch everything you have, say your goodbye's and go out into the wild and see if you've really exhausted what life is and what YOU are.
Otherwise, the endgame for those who stay within culture, at best, is merely hipsterdom. And if you die, bored, within there, you know it will be only because you refused or were too afraid to take the leap, and NOT because you were right about life. So get out.
marcos
stalkingtime@gmail.com
wyoming? harrison ford lives there. woody allen has a place there too. it's hard to 'see' him eating venison roasted over an open fire, though i'm sure he can hire it done.
i once had a job taking orders out of a catalog over the phone and mia farrow called and i didn't recognize her last name. i thought she said "ferrell." i asked her to spell it, which she did. i didn't feel shy or anything once i realized who she was. i got her to buy some extra stuff that was on sale. she spent $3000 or so.
my supervisor was a lesbian who was the daughter of a mouseketeer. she starred in local plays and her lover sometimes got jealous and beat her up.
my best friend, lucas, looked like those southern baptist 'blond jesus' devotional portraits they hang on the wall -- except he didn't have a beard. he was beautiful though. he showed me some pornography when i told him i had never seen that much. he met someone on the internet and moved away.
he would have liked ellen kennedy's book. he would have been amused. it has some passages you want to share with your friends.
jesus
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Tao,
You ruined my life.
That's not really true.
Wanna be best friends?
Send me a gchat message in the next two hours explaining why I should give you $100 over PayPal and I will.
damn bro
miss you man
I bought this book and am specifhicallyh lookingh forward to the over-cuncluded pessimism about life
I am hoping to read somethihng byh someone so supposedly blind, because that would really be somethingh.
Think of how hard that would be to tyhpe up a book. Fanstastic.
marcos, hgeth a hhlife. Ha, that's almost like highlife. HGet yhourself a highlife, marcos, and jump off of it without a parachute.
the books are a lot less white in real life. they're a lot more "beige."
My favorite in that book is shit poem.
i read my friends copy and he said "does this change your opinion on woody allen" and i said "no"
- review by josh
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