Mark Lawrence’s post on Clarion: Read it and weep, and cheer.

http://clarionfoundation.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/guest-blog-mark-lawrence-author-of-prince-of-thorns/

I’ve been meaning to post this for ages, but [excuse here]. Mark Lawrence is the author of Prince of Thorns, which I have yet to read, and will as as soon as [explain here]. But no, I will. It’s in my Amazon cart, just waiting for my VISA card to roll over. Needless to say it’s getting raves. But wait. Read Mark’s guest post on Clarion Blog first. Now. And tell me if you didn’t cry, give god the finger, and then effing get back to work.

With a vengeance. For all the needy sons and daughters out there, and all the Mister and Ms Marks jotting, and sketching, and notating, and humming at 4 am in hospital waiting rooms everywhere.

I’ve been inspired by a few people lately. Mark is one of them. I don’t want to resort to the old, ‘if he can do it, then anyone can.’ Because anyone can’t. Being up against it does not make you a good writer. But if you are already amazing—as Mark is, and if you don’t believe me, then check out some of his stories, here—AND you’re up against it, and still manage to be amazing, then you are an inspiration to the rest of us. So thanks Mark, for sharing, and for actually caring enough about art, along with all your other cares—to take the time to inspire us. Yeah.

Dad, and Mam, and me. We made a trio, there in our borrowed black, him cursing God for the taking of a baby, me with the laughing gas and the tears rolling down my cheeks, and Mam twisting so slow on an invisible wrack, every muscle at war with every other, and no sound escaping past her teeth.

Mark Lawrence, from ‘During the Dance’

Share
Posted in Books | Leave a comment

Check this out: soundtrack to Zaknussemm’s Reverend America

With Eric Wyatt on sax, featuring the images of Matt Bialer, music by Matt Revert, and words by Kris Saknussemm. I think that’s everybody. Such talent!

Share
Posted in Watch | Leave a comment

Ink—on the road.

I’m loving the idea of dropping Inks into the stores. Big box of black books in the back of the bat mobile. It just feels right. I’m meeting some great folks—like Meaghan and Mark from Shearer’s on Norton—people who don’t flinch at incoming, this strange mama with her stash of monster books. Times are good again for this kind of thing, for what lies below—’fragments of trajectories and alterations of spaces’—and while I know that one day my books will roll in on eighteen wheelers, big black rigs swarming with holographic butterflies, or yeah, flown in maybe. Airlifted from the Knopf helipad onto the rooftops of Transbooks Global, but you know I can imagine myself kind of missing this. The end of the beginning.

Share
Posted in Love and/or hate | Leave a comment

‘Cyber-Hippie’ Michael Hart dies

Micheal HartSad to see that at the ridiculously young age of 64, Michael Hart, founder of Project Gutenberg, was found dead at his home in Urbana, Illinois. Described by admirers as an ardent technologist and futurist, Michael Stern Hart was to the eBook what Grove Press’s Barney Rosset was to print—making out-of-print literature available to millions, here and now.
Project Gutenberg, begun by Hart on July 4, 1971 with the typing of the Declaration of Independence and downloaded by six people over the Arpanet, grew in increments over the first two decades. To support the project, Hart worked a variety of odd jobs, furnished his house from garage sales, built his own computers from discarded components, and avoided doctors. By 1989, Project Gutenberg had completed its 10th eBook, but it was only after typing in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland that Hart really saw the writing on the wall.  A bunch of kids he knew and their friends were so excited about reading Alice on the computer that they all climbed onto the one chair in front of the monitor, breaking the chair and  crashing them to the floor. Yet they still kept reading.

To say that Hart was encouraged was just one of the many understatements that could be applied to this larger-than-life guy. He began work with a new fervor, digitizing one literary text after another, convinced that the future of reading was electronic, and that one day we would be able to hold a world of words in the palm of our hands. From that day on, according to the LA times,  ‘any time anyone owed me a favor’ he said. ‘I said, ‘Here, type in some Hamlet.’

PG now offers more than 30, 000 free books in sixty languages. Today the most read ebook on Gutenburg is the Kama Sutra (25,000) downloads, followed by The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (18,000) downloads. According to the NY Times, it relies on the work of volunteers who scan and proofread without pay, adding to its list at the rate of hundreds of books each month.

The NYT quotes Hart as saying in 1997, after having created only 313 ebooks on PG, that he was ‘just waiting for the world to realize I’d knocked it over’. A year later, Wired Magazine named Hart as one of the 25 people who were ‘actively, even hyperactively inventing tomorrow.’ Steve Jobs was included on that list.

Share
Posted in General | Leave a comment

Loving: You Don’t Live Here, Jerry Wilson

Of course I love it. I wrote the introduction! I only hope I did it justice. A great selection of stories from the sometimes grubby, always fearless, subtly pyrotechnical Jerry Wilson. Jerry Wilson, You Don't Live HereLike ‘Little Apocalypse,’ one of my favorites in the collection, about a bunch of drunks standing around a filthy bbq grille waiting for a dead beaver to turn into fillet mignon, while just out of range, a little lady tramp called Nan face plants in the dirt ‘as if hearing the call of a far-off muezzin.’ Really great stuff from Les Editions du Zaparogue. Buy it. Here. Download it. Tell your friends. Read it on the bus.

Read anything on the bus.

Share
Posted in Love and/or hate | Leave a comment

The Furies

For  a class I’m taking on The Oresteia, I’m loving the Furies, the  most ancient of the Greek goddess, from the age of Titans. Born from the  blood of Uranus when his son, Chronos, chopped off his penis…  basically vengeful witches sprung from the dick of a bleeding ass.
For a class I’m taking on the Oresteia, I’m loving the Furies,
ancient goddess from the age of Titans. Born from the blood of
Uranus when his son, Chronos, chopped off his penis…
basically vengeful witches sprung from the dick of a
blooding ass
I just wish I could come up with something half as good,
vengeful, bloody, passionate, tormented… you don’t
want to piss these ladies off.
And this is Dali’s portrayal, nothing comes close to it.

Share
Posted in Love and/or hate | Leave a comment

Very excited…book party tomorrow.

Went by and checked out the venue with a friend, who gave it three thumbs up. Yay! Still haven’t heard back about the nibbles, oh well. We may just have to order pizza. I’m looking forward to chilling with nearest and dearest, and I can honestly say, maybe for the first time in a while, that everyone who will be there is someone I actually WANT to hug.

Share
Posted in News | Leave a comment

This just in…. good news!

Of Drama Queens and Red balloons, or: When is Ripe Rotten?

My latest Nervous Breakdown here: http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/jbreukelaar/2011/07/of-drama-queens/

PLUS, a new Zombie piece, Z-Day, coming out at Opium.

Reading Seb Doubinsky’s poetry collection, The Little Things that Break, so watch this space for my Holy Shit! comments. Seb’s astonishing triptych, Babylon Trilogy, has just been picked up Black Coffee Press, those cute guys from Detroit.Which just goes to show that good things do happen to good people.

Share
Posted in News | Leave a comment

7 Lisas by Swan; and bad news bosses.

I’m liking LisaLisaLisaLisaLisaLisaLisa, by Swan, at New Dead Families. It’s absurd, but not heartless, the emotion and humor ring true. And funny, like when he does this: ‘Dear Lisa, is it cold there? Do you miss me? You’re so good and pretty and nice. I mean fastidious, punctual and thrifty…’ and he only does it twice. Which is kind of elegant.

I’m hating terrible bosses. Four people have told me stories about their terrible bosses today. Really terrible. Slaverous bottom-line flunkies. Fly them. If only.

Share
Posted in Love and/or hate | Tagged | Leave a comment

Tricky Truman

Truman Capote likened the finishing of a novel to taking your child into the back yard and shooting it. As a parent, I’m intrigued by the mind that could have created that sentence. Still, I take his point. I was all but undone by the completion of my previous novel, cried for days, became physically ill.  Wracked with grief for what I’d created and destroyed. But not with this one. This one felt more like letting go of a red balloon. There was that sense of loss, but also elation. I’d seen its shape from the beginning, knew from the moment I conceived it, that it wasn’t mine to keep. They never are.

Share
Posted in And another thing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment