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At We Who Are About To Die, Noah Cicero talks to Christopher HIggs, author of The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney. 
Noah: “But the thing I find in the experimental literature that is currently being written compared to what was written in the 60s and 70s is a departure from topical content. James Chapman, Michael Seidlinger, and Ofelia Hunt, and you with Marvin K. Mooney seem to be against ‘good content.’
 
And almost like the narrator is very disembodied, like there is no concern to place the narrator within a sociological context, I think even Acker stuck her characters in a sociological context.” 
Christopher: “Another reason you may sense my distaste for content is that I do not see the role of the artist to be that of documentarian. I see the role of the artist to be that of creator. Since all content has already been created, the only way for an artist to bring something new into the world is through form, composition. I see it as the ultimate middle finger to Plato: I can create the forms behind the shadow! I am not a slave to simulacra! 
I think writers might enjoy writing in this fashion for the same reason readers might enjoy reading this sort of work: to experience something that does not already exist, to look not at a mirror, but at a new thing.”

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At We Who Are About To Die, Noah Cicero talks to Christopher HIggs, author of The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney

Noah: “But the thing I find in the experimental literature that is currently being written compared to what was written in the 60s and 70s is a departure from topical content. James Chapman, Michael Seidlinger, and Ofelia Hunt, and you with Marvin K. Mooney seem to be against ‘good content.’

And almost like the narrator is very disembodied, like there is no concern to place the narrator within a sociological context, I think even Acker stuck her characters in a sociological context.” 

Christopher: “Another reason you may sense my distaste for content is that I do not see the role of the artist to be that of documentarian. I see the role of the artist to be that of creator. Since all content has already been created, the only way for an artist to bring something new into the world is through form, composition. I see it as the ultimate middle finger to Plato: I can create the forms behind the shadow! I am not a slave to simulacra! 

I think writers might enjoy writing in this fashion for the same reason readers might enjoy reading this sort of work: to experience something that does not already exist, to look not at a mirror, but at a new thing.”

just finished reading:

the walking dead vol. 5, 6 & 7

confessions of an advertising man by david ogilvy

kitty snacks #four

annalemma 6

Tags: books literary

thanx to beach sloth for the great review of ‘firehouse neckbrace.’ find firehouse neckbrace in slideshow format here. 
beachsloth:

Firehouse Neckbrace by Josh Spilker
               Josh Spilker distributes chapbooks and critiques music. These are two of my favorite things. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who feels music and poetry are compatible forms. While he appears to focus more heavily on literature now (also reviewing books at Impose Magazine) I can’t help but to feel a certain sense of a kindred spirit with him. Music reviewing is extremely difficult work as there are literally thousands of references to make, with roughly 8 of those being something most people would understand. I figure that’s why he focuses more on literature than anything else. Besides merely distributing work he creates his own. “Firehouse Neckbrace” is release 2.5 from Deckfight Press. 
                “Firehouse Neckbrace” reminds me of the quiet, disturbed nature of the suburbs. Growing up in the suburbs you don’t realize how strange it is. You see cars pass by on an infrequent basis most of the time. People on the sidewalks don’t have the same warm feeling they do in cities. Instead of thinking “How nice all these people on the sidewalks. Glad they are enjoying the nice day.” you grow paranoid about why they aren’t in cars. No rhythm exists in the suburbs. Cities have a natural rhythm to them. Suburbs feel artificial because they are. Suburbs were created for the sole purpose of escape making a false reality with a fake history about a rich developer who tore apart virgin land to make cookie-cutter homes with enough variation to make people feel like individuals. 
                I feel that needs to be said before getting into Josh’s work. For all of “Firehouse Neckbrace” gives me the impression of a creepy place where nobody bothers learning about each other. Rather you have a cast of characters who don’t seem to sync up or interact with each other properly. Every few pages you return to that desolate picture of a burned-out house. Occasionally larger fonts barge through almost shouting at you. The larger fonts appear to be flarf or flarf-like and break up the story with random interjections.  Dialogue is extremely, almost painfully realistic. Really I’m not certain exactly how to classify this as but I lean towards a short story or a particularly long-form poem. 
                A few character are introduced in refreshing slow way. Josh paces the story properly. I’m a sloth so pacing is pretty important to me. Sometimes I read stories where too many characters are shown to me at once. This can lead to confusion.  Having this pace makes it possible for me to care about these characters. Eventually the chapbook becomes more and more surreal (or real). Lines become blurred between what is occurring and what they are thinking. It’s an interesting mix and since the characters are made for us to understand them makes the experiment feel worth it. 
                Suburbs prove to be the main character in it at least for me. I enjoyed Josh’s description of the community right down to its shopping habits and various zones of control. Despite growing up in suburbs and reading probably an unhealthy amount of fiction and non-fiction about them, I haven’t seen them portrayed this way before. This is the way I talk about them, the way I feel about them and the way I felt living in them. I’m glad Josh Spilker literally captured suburban life for me so accurately and vividly, adorned only with the starkest of facts.

thanx to beach sloth for the great review of ‘firehouse neckbrace.’ find firehouse neckbrace in slideshow format here

beachsloth:

Firehouse Neckbrace by Josh Spilker

               Josh Spilker distributes chapbooks and critiques music. These are two of my favorite things. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who feels music and poetry are compatible forms. While he appears to focus more heavily on literature now (also reviewing books at Impose Magazine) I can’t help but to feel a certain sense of a kindred spirit with him. Music reviewing is extremely difficult work as there are literally thousands of references to make, with roughly 8 of those being something most people would understand. I figure that’s why he focuses more on literature than anything else. Besides merely distributing work he creates his own. “Firehouse Neckbrace” is release 2.5 from Deckfight Press. 

                Firehouse Neckbrace” reminds me of the quiet, disturbed nature of the suburbs. Growing up in the suburbs you don’t realize how strange it is. You see cars pass by on an infrequent basis most of the time. People on the sidewalks don’t have the same warm feeling they do in cities. Instead of thinking “How nice all these people on the sidewalks. Glad they are enjoying the nice day.” you grow paranoid about why they aren’t in cars. No rhythm exists in the suburbs. Cities have a natural rhythm to them. Suburbs feel artificial because they are. Suburbs were created for the sole purpose of escape making a false reality with a fake history about a rich developer who tore apart virgin land to make cookie-cutter homes with enough variation to make people feel like individuals. 

                I feel that needs to be said before getting into Josh’s work. For all of “Firehouse Neckbrace” gives me the impression of a creepy place where nobody bothers learning about each other. Rather you have a cast of characters who don’t seem to sync up or interact with each other properly. Every few pages you return to that desolate picture of a burned-out house. Occasionally larger fonts barge through almost shouting at you. The larger fonts appear to be flarf or flarf-like and break up the story with random interjections.  Dialogue is extremely, almost painfully realistic. Really I’m not certain exactly how to classify this as but I lean towards a short story or a particularly long-form poem. 

                A few character are introduced in refreshing slow way. Josh paces the story properly. I’m a sloth so pacing is pretty important to me. Sometimes I read stories where too many characters are shown to me at once. This can lead to confusion.  Having this pace makes it possible for me to care about these characters. Eventually the chapbook becomes more and more surreal (or real). Lines become blurred between what is occurring and what they are thinking. It’s an interesting mix and since the characters are made for us to understand them makes the experiment feel worth it. 

                Suburbs prove to be the main character in it at least for me. I enjoyed Josh’s description of the community right down to its shopping habits and various zones of control. Despite growing up in suburbs and reading probably an unhealthy amount of fiction and non-fiction about them, I haven’t seen them portrayed this way before. This is the way I talk about them, the way I feel about them and the way I felt living in them. I’m glad Josh Spilker literally captured suburban life for me so accurately and vividly, adorned only with the starkest of facts.

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NOTHING BEATS NASHVILLE. NEW TO THE COUNTRY MUSIC MEMEPLEX.

nothingbeatsnashville:

#SUGARLAND #NASHVILLE #NOTHINGBEATSNASHVILLE

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