Apr 28, 2013

post in hopes of inducing change in white male writers

sometimes i wonder if pointing out things like this (link to tumblr) is not the best way to go about instituting change in our field/society. considering how much complaining we've done about, and to, editors of these magazines, and how obviously they are uninterested in changing, i would not be surprised to learn that they are explicitly ignoring the pleas and warnings of others and go with the perpetuation of the Dead Straight White Dude Club because they're the ones who "know best" and then nothing changes or it only gets worse.

maybe bitching about the new yorker is stupid? because the new yorker is stupid? for the reasons i and all these others have stated time and again for years now? so how about instead of getting mad at these (thankfully) dying crotchety men, what if we just agreed we won't submit to them? and by we, i mean this current generation of white males.

standard white males only stop misbehaving when other standard white males tell them they are misbehaving and that they must stop, and even then, it is a crapshoot.

if we start our own forms of literature (journals/magazines/websites/whatever else you want to do, holograms or some shit) with progressive policies, or contribute only to those whose policies we agree with, then the pools of submissions for these awful Old Guard publications will begin to dry up real quick. or maybe the new yorker won't die, but might become even more obscure than it has become in 2013 compared to its glory days, and get turned into some shitty annual thing for people nobody cares about.

to reiterate, it would not surprise me a single iota if the criticism received by the new yorker was wholly dismissed under some grand sweeping sexist/racist gesture; therefore, you stupid god damn old white dudes need to fucking die out if you're not going to benefit the rest of the world, and us stupid god damn young white dudes need to never submit to biased publications ever again so they will be forced to either play nice or die starving.

p.s., to any young white male reading this, if i saw your name in an issue of the new yorker or other similar pub of questionable standards, and saw it was a lineup like that in the link above, i would definitely assume you did not get in based solely on your individual talent, and i would possibly also assume you were a piece of shit person, unless you were explicitly discussing something/someone that subverted the publishing regime. don't be stupid and think that because you have an easier time getting in that it will be a benefit to you. the world has changed for your generation. others, and i, will think you are shitty.

p.p.s., to the same individual, this is not some "totally crazy and incorrect Tumblr-social-justice" treatise on the white male, because i don't think we are scum who should lie down and die. i think we are great people who are capable of doing great things, like every other kind of person i could list here, except since our ancestors grabbed the privilege stick first, if we don't throw it down, we're total assholes and deserve very very harsh criticism like i censored myself from going into in this blog post.. so just put down the stick. you may not even be one of the people beating others with it, but that's not enough. carrying around your privilege stick still makes you a dick. just put it down and write good things to share with the world. be active and positive.


Feb 21, 2013

instructions for people who can't deliver the "nobody expects the spanish inquisition!" line correctly

you have to say it like the end of the sentence is ", that's the whole point!!"

next time i will tell you how to talk like the sizzler sisters


Feb 7, 2013

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on this day, two things i wrote were uploaded to the internet by people other than myself. here's an excerpt of a mob handbook and here's a poem inspired by wallace stevens (specif. the stupidity in "Red Cherry Pie" which i posted almost 2 years ago here). also recently an old story o mine was published in the first issue of GAYNG but i already linked that somewhere in the sidebar and i don't feel like looking it up again. blogging is stupid


Jan 10, 2013

one of my New Fav Internet Writing Places is Microscenes. i have a tiny baby poem in it where i steal a line from Superego but since i say that here it's okay B) you should consider submitting to the third issue as well! i know i am! also i have a  couple poems in pop serial 4, inspired by @gannon_ebooks and sam pink, respectively. idk when that will be online but you can buy the hard copy/pdf now, it looks really good, i like it the cover and layout and contents. steve's poem in it is really funny. i had forgotten about the signing off in poems with an email or paypal request. continue to amuse me, world, and you may be spared in the end


Sep 29, 2012

INFORMATION

The beautiful russ woods has put out my ebook through love symbol press. it's called Brown Fuzzy Words. you should read it and if you tell me what you think of it, i will give you a kiss either via the internet or irl. here is a lil factoid about the ebook: i almost forgot to put in the thank you section for the people who read it before i sent it to the editor, and i felt like a piece of shit for three days because of it

russ did the cover/design. i like it


I also started a contest on LPP for the month of october (well, a couple days before). whichever poem on november first has the most votes wins, and its poemmeister will get my spare copy of The Map of the System of Human Knowledge, by James Tadd Adcox. taddy's written himself a fine book here, so this is an excellent prize to vie for. so VIE AWAY

yeah the cover's all backwards n shit. crazy, right? well, until
you read this, U AIN'T SEEN NUTHIN YET


My new roommate bought a badminton set for our backyard, and i've remembered just how mother fucking godlike i am at that game. i got wingspan like whoa. i challenge any person on the internet to 'come at me bro'. i'm gonna come out swingin. i'm gonna crush your windpipe with that birdie. i'm gonna fuck you up 21-zip. you're gonna rue the day you crossed rackets with me. etc etc

me irl (far right)


in other news, i have 1 dollar in the bank and got paid yesterday, so, if you want to give me money for pretty much any reason, send me an email and we'll figure out how valuable i am for sex work

ok bye.

Sep 15, 2012

this is my favorite dubstep mix

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sr2Vkg7kM9I

Sep 9, 2012

i wouldn't mind dying

Aug 25, 2012

My absolute favorite activity as a writer is to invent a world, then logically follow a narrative within that world to its conclusion. My second favorite activity is to cut out my favorite parts from that narrative and cobble it together as a way of informing an audience. I am very interested in informing. Perfect information is supposed to be cold and crisp. I would like to achieve a style of writing that is very cold and crisp. I want it to be said in a very serious voice and received in every manner possible. I want it to be uncomforting.

I intend to learn of the demand that others have for information.

I intend to write, then administer, The Test.

A thing I have recently written that I am looking forward to showing you is, in part, a precursor to The Test.

If you have any questions, sorry – not how this works.

Aug 16, 2012

i changed my twitter handle because i got bored with the old one

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Aug 2, 2012

some info

hey yall. i'm finishing an ebook. it is short. i hope it is good.

i've been watching the olympics nonstop in my free time except for when i rewatched a few episodes of parks & rec today. i forgot how much i get into the olympics. the times i watched the olympics on tv are some of the only memories of my childhood i still have.

i forgot just how shittily my skull is shaped until just now. if i run my fingers through my hair with my right hand (which i never do, since i am a lefty), i can feel the huge bump right where the fontanelle once was. maybe i got dropped on my head and they shoved some stuff in there to build it back up. well ya blew it

i'm going to release an album of dance music on bandcamp. it will be all covers and will be titled LET ME DIE. i want to do it because it seems like i'd get a kick out of it. now i just have to learn how to make music. if you want to partner up with me i would consider it as long as you can bring more to the table than i am (basically bringing nothing).

i have nothing else to tell your stupid face unless you wish to court me. in that case, you better bring roses