Tuesday, June 30, 2009
p.s. Hey. So I'm off to London later this afternoon, and, as explained the other day and consolidated into the reminder up above, the blog's front page will be immobile until the next post appears on Saturday. I leave you with an introduction to and exploration of Derek McCormack's stunning new novel, which I'm extremely proud to be able to house within my Little House on the Bowery series. Of course, I hope you will consider adding it to your collection. I promise you would not regret that decision. Now, re: London, since there seemed to be a few bites on my proposal to meet up with 'Jerk'-goers before the shows, what I'll do is venture into the SLG's foyer around 6:30 - 6:45 pm each evening, and if any distinguished locals are thereabouts, we can hang out and chat and stuff for a while either somewhere comfy within the SLG or nearby. If no one is about, I'll just square myself away in whatever part of the building that the performances are taking place in and see people at or after the show. Okay? Otherwise, the Recollets cleaning crew are rattling their vacuum cleaners threateningly out in the hall as they do every Tuesday, so I'd better leap into the depths of the p.s. ** Andrew, You think? Well, no doubt there were some fakes in there, but since I gathered those ads/pix from a variety of slave/master social networking sites, I seriously doubt one guy is behind them all. And while I agree there's a heavy dosage of fantasy play going on in them, young and attractive guys are just as capable of having extreme fantasies as older guys with glasses. Does that idea actually surprise you? ** Clovenskull, Hey, Alex! LA! Fantastic, and even more potentially fantastic for me since I do everything I can every year to spend the time around Halloween there, so I might well get to see this in the flesh. So, yeah, you bet I want the details. That's just great, great news all around, man! ** Blake, Hey. Got your info. Do you have my contact stuff? I'll send it to you in case. I'm hoping we can swing that lunch, and I look forward to seeing you in any case. ** Stan_cz, The back's much better although still imperfect, but the pain is down enough for me to negotiate, I think. Mm, I don't recall having life saving instruction as part of the learning to drive experience, but I learned back in the dark ages relatively speaking, so I don't know what the current requirements are. No, I haven't had time to experiment with the Duotrope site yet, but I'll give it a fiddle when I get back. I hope your next few days are splendid ones. ** David Ehrenstein, Oh, yeah, I actually was quite friendly with Jimmy Duvall for a while, although I haven't seen him in a few years. Lovely, lovely guy. Oh, thanks on the Lucian guy's bio fill in. Wow, okay, very interesting. I must have read his pieces in the Voice, and I know 'Dress Gray' of course. You fully enjoy the time between now and Saturday, okay? Take care, D. ** Put The Lotion In The Basket, You're no doubt on your way by now. That is one twisted, long trip you have ahead of you. Lots of scenery, at least some of it eye-catching, I'm sure. Anyway, if you see this, enjoy every second to the maximum, and I'll miss you and look forward fervently to your return to the airwaves. ** Paul Curran, Hey. Yeah, I wrote you yesterday with info, and let's just hopefully count on smooth communications via phone and then seeing each other on Thursday. Really looking forward to it. ** You-x, Hey, man. So I downloaded your albums, but my scrambling to get ready to leave hasn't given me time to listen to them yet. I'll either slide them onto my iPod before I leave or jump on them as soon as I get back here, worst case scenario. I'm excited, needless to say. Oh, you know those guys yesterday aren't escorts, right? The slave posts aren't about money exchanging and that kind of seduction, although I imagine some of them would like it if their masters paid their bills. The slaves are looking for relationships and/or particular kinds of fuck buddies, not clients. I don't think having the wealth to spend on client work would make any difference for me. As I think I've said, there were quite a number of years when I was younger and developing the Cycle where I hired escorts with some frequency, so, in my case at least, I think I understand that experience as much as I need to. Whatever the 'What the heck' festival is, I hope it occasions a blow out of your dreams. ** Oscar B, Yeah, I've been looking at the weather forecast for the next five days in London with complete horror, hating hot weather with all my might as I do. Oh, well. Cool, like I said, I'll look for you early before the show in the foyer or whatever of the SLG. How awesome that we'll finally get to meet and so soon. Avoid dehydration until then, as will I. I'd love to get in on the auction thing. My money situation is precarious at the moment, though. Hm, shit ... I'll talk to you about it when I see you. Let me pass your query along here, though, in case people out there are interested. Everyone, Oscar B has something intriguing and important to pass along:'Me and my fellow MA students at Chelsea College of Art are having an auction of postcards and postcard-sized artworks created by international artists and designers. This event will be called ‘Going Postal’ and any monies raised by this auction will go towards funding our final MA show in September 2009. People like John Baldassari, Lawrence Wiener, Jay Ryan and Quentin Blake and have already agreed in helping us. The auction will be held in Central London and looks set to be an interesting night with a range of international artists, collectors and gallerists in attendance. If any of you would like to help, please email me at shadowdealessi@yahoo.it and I'll give you all the details you need'. ** Kyle Brod, Hey. Excellent catch. I guess whoever did that was counting on potential masters not being into contemporary art. A safe bet, I'd imagine, although whoever did that didn't count on winding up here where the true sleuths hang out. That Bollingmo's work looks pretty interesting, so the gotcha had some extra added benefit. Thanks, man. ** _Black_Acrylic, Yeah, too bad you can't be there for the shows. Maybe we'll somehow get 'Jerk' a gig where you are. That new k-punk MJ piece is even better than the first one. Terrific site, that site. Another big thanks. ** Davidc, Hey. Greatly looking forward to seeing you too. There has to be some sort of spot within the SLG suitable for hanging out. I would imagine the priority will be for a cool (temperature-wise) locale rather than a well stocked one, at least for anti-heat me. See you soon. ** T H O M, Aw, that's too bad. Oh, well, if there's a lot going on for you music-wise, that more than makes up for it. The weather is supposed to be hellish anyway. But you do need to get yourself over here at some point, okay? Take care, T. ** SYpHA_69, Where are you sending your mss.? Maybe the targets you're choosing just aren't the right targets? I mean getting many initial rejections is the standard affair when you're relatively unknown and first trying to get a publisher. Don't take it too much to heart. Yeah, tell me where you're sending it. Maybe I'll have some other ideas. ** Math t, Ha ha ha, about that Stonewall float. Why am I not surprised? That must say something unpleasant about me. Paris has a really good, absolutely massive gp parade. I missed it this year, but last year it was cool. Here it's not about g/l/t people parading before the populace, it's more of an inclusive thing where everyone who wants to marches, whatever their thing may be, in the parade to show support and unity. So you'll get, like, the national French soccer team marching along and then the float of some gay venue and then, like, the metro drivers' union or some famous French hip hop star or whatever. It's a different way of celebrating the occasion, but I dig it. Cool, I'll look for the sent stuff. Thanks, Math. I hope by the time I see you next you'll be rested and fried (not too fried, mind you) and raring to go. ** Colin, Yeah, I thought that one slave was top notch on the interesting front too. I guess Bernard explained the breeding thing. Cool re: the 3rd. Like I said, I'll look around early to see if you're there, and hopefully we can hang/chat. Safe trip. ** Tomas, Well, hey there, Tomas. 'User' is terrific, yes? I agree. Too bad about your exam, but very nice about Alex reading your novel. I want to learn what he thinks. Well, I'll be in London from today until Saturday, but after that I'll probably be here for the rest of July, so I'll love to see you guys soon after I get back if that's good for you. ** Joe M, The big MJ thing for me at least right now is the huge discrepancy about his condition at death. You've got this leaked supposed autopsy report that says he was a scarred up skeleton and then you've this supposed forthcoming DVD of his triumphant last rehearsal. Warring supposed official documents. Curious. ** Alan, I wish I could revise and edit and polish from the very beginning. If someone could invent a way for writers to write without the first draft part, I'd be bliss incarnate. Oh, the 'Ugly Man' title choice isn't a very interesting story. I just couldn't think of an autonomous overriding title that worked, so I looked at the stories, and 'Ugly Man' was the best one due to particular level of comedy in it and the self-reflexive aspect, so that was it. That was basically how I picked the title of my early short fiction book 'Wrong' too. Pretty simple and workmanlike, ultimately. Have a fine next few days, man. ** Bernard Welt, Thank you for sharing your expertise, sir. ** Wolf, Oh, man, I'm scared about the heat over there. I'm such a heat wuss. Deep breath. It'll be fine. And then there's my weird public bus phobia too. Deep breath. I'll either get fine with the bus or, more likely, take taxis and worry about the money eating later. Yeah, ring me in the morning and we'll suss a plan. Gisele called me this morning, and it might well be that doing the gallery visits on Wednesday is going to prove impossible, as it looks like I'm expected to spend most of that day at the SLG rehearsing Jonathan and getting everything set up. If that's the case, and it seems pretty likely, then let's do it on Friday, if that works for you guys too, because all will be in place re: 'Jerk' by then, and I'll be as free as I'm going to get. I'll send you or Marc the number at the Institut in case my phone has a signal problem. ** Antonio, Antonio! You rare and precious bird, you. I did get your message, and I even sent one back to you, but you were gone by then and never even knew how I'd broken my no-IMing rule on your behalf. But now you know. Why aren't you in London this week? What the fuck?! ** Pascal, Hey. Oh, I don't think I've ever said no to a guest-post in the history of the blog. I guess I count on people to make blog days about artists I'm not all that into, and I'd have to really hate some proposed artist or topic to say no. But, literally, it would probably take something like 'Racism is cool Day' to get a no from me. I don't think I've read any of those writers you mentioned except for Ishiguro, who I do think can be very good at least sometimes. I'll try that 'When we were orphans' if I see it somewhere. Thanks, man. Hey, see you very soon! ** Ken Baumann, 3 to 7 days sounds just about right for me too. 4 or 5 is about average, I think. So weird. Exactly on the collecting. You should see my billions of mostly 70s era 45s., like every possible version including radio-only editions and foreign releases with different pictures sleeves of every single released by all kinds of bands I could hardly care less about now. But I don't regret a moment of the scouring garage sales and paying through the nose and all that. So much fun. ** Thomas, Assuming we just end up hanging out somewhere at the SLG, which seems likelier than not, if you get there around 7 pm, just follow the sound of chattering to wherever we are. Great! Oh, thanks for the reminder about the Museum of Childhood. I would have completely spaced on that. Yeah, if I can manage it, I'll definitely and very happily check that out. See you pronto. ** Michael_Karo, Okay, 'Hejira' it is. Oh, I forgot to mention this yesterday, but if you were at all serious about doing a JM Day of some kind for here, I'd love that a lot and be most grateful. ** Steevee, Oh, like I said to You-x, those slave guys aren't escorts. They're just looking for their own private equivalents of love and boyfriends. The new Woody Allen isn't so good? I've been kind of excited to see it. It opens here this week. Well, always best to enter hoping for less. ** Amccartney, Hey, Alistair. Yeah, thanks. I thought it was definitely one of the best ever batches of slaves too. Good month. Oh, I didn't realize you'll be so swamped with teaching. Still, you sound like you're fully prepared to work in the margins for a while. That can have its own interesting effect on one's attention span and concentration, best case scenario. Rereading 'Lolita' is a great idea. I'll be interested to hear your thoughts. All right, enjoy your week, man. ** Armando, Oh, yeah, that sequence with Joe and the baby is sublime, right? Wow, how nice to remember it. There might well be a reference or continued referencing of the Solanis thing in 'WiR'. That makes total sense even if it's been long enough since I've watched the film that I don't remember. Seeing Candy Darling, Jackie Curtis, and Holly Woodlawn all together in one place is an amazing thing. ** Flit, Oh, I think you get to be President. I'll happily be Vice President in all the senses of that term. Cool about the battery, natch. Be good or 'good' until I get back, pal. ** Uli, Well, I was hoping you'd say getting back in your music was the new priority. Excellent. If you think the stuff you do is worthy of the public, consider my ears to be eternally perked and ready to listen. Opening a gallery is an interesting idea too. There are just all kinds of reasons why your return to Berlin is the best move possible. I'm hoping the Berlin 'Jerk' gig will finally be the occasion that allows me to visit that city. We'll see, but I'm hoping. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Oh, yeah, the referencing on the Sunn0))) is no accident, I don't think, at least based on conversations I've had with Stephen about the album. I'll ask Stephen about writing or saying something about Julian Priester. I know he's due to start a big Sunn0))) tour of the mid-west very soon, but I don't know if he's still pre-trip. I know he's not in Paris at the moment for some reason. I'll ask Gisele about his state when I see her tomorrow. I'm sure he'd be happy to if he can. Mm, I'm not sure if I've seen Owen Land's stuff or not. Maybe not. I'll investigate and find out. Sounds very interesting. If I hear anything concrete about the Stephen thing, and if I manage to get some WiFi time in London, I'll email you. Take good care. ** Oliver, Hey. I think there'll be some early arrivers. In any case, I'll be there to meet and greet you. See you soon. ** Tender Prey, Yeah, it was an especially good slave batch. I definitely thought so. Thanks, man. Like I said to Wolf, I seem to have underestimated my 'Jerk'-related duties on Wednesday, and, at the moment, I don't think I'm going to be free that day after all, but I'm hoping we can transfer the plans to Friday? You guys can call me tomorrow morning, or, worst comes to worst, we can make a firm plan when I see you that evening. From this distance, all that 'where to meet' stuff bewilders me since I don't know London well at all, but I figure once I get there and plant my feet and look at a map, the meeting at Bethnal Green, etc., should be no problem. Like you said, on the early meeting stuff, let's just meet in the foyer and figure it out. If there's a suitable place in SLG, that would be ideal, obviously, but we'll nail something down quickly in any case. ** Mark, Ha ha, hey. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hm, it's interesting that people think those slaves are escorts. I think I haven't been clear enough or something. Yeah, like I said above, they're not escorts selling time with themselves. They're just looking for love in all the ... right (?) places. No, 'Doom Generation' is probably my least favorite Araki film. Well, no, I think 'Splendor' is. Ah, it's all taste stuff, right? What can one do? Sick, nosebleeds ... dude, that's not good. What's going in that body of yours? You're okay by now, I hope? Yeah, I've seen 'Revolution' and 'Hustler White'. Mm, you know, I'm kind of waffly on a lot of la Bruce's films too. I guess I'm weird. I thought 'Hustler White' was okay. I think 'Otto' is his best by far. My day yesterday was preparatory, as will be most of today, followed by a train trip and checking into my London lodgings followed by a 'Jerk' rehearsal, food, and sleep. It's hot here. It's too hot for me. I'm not crabby due to the heat yet but I will be soon. Summer sucks. Well, my friend, I hope when I see you again on Saturday, you are right as rain. ** JW Veldhoen, I have no distance on the Phelps people and their shit, but you could be right on the aesthetic aspect. I bet that Ensor show is great. You should go. I'll try to have a good vacation, and you try to have a good vacation within your non-vacation somehow, yes? ** Heliotrope, Back improves steadily while remaining a bit of a nag. Ugh, it's hot here. Not lovely LA hot, moist hot, ugh. Did I say ugh yet? Ugh. Mark, don't do anything unhappy making if you can between now and Saturday, and I'll miss your words until then. ** Jheorgge, My friend, hello! Great, great that you're coming. Twice even? Whoa! So, wow, I'll see you tomorrow. That's so trippy. I hope both of our train rides, if you're taking the train, are silk smooth. ** Misanthrope, Rey Mysterio Action Figure ... mhlmsg;nfmkla0bg ... (that's the sound of envy). Love me some Rey Mysterio. Glad you dig the Derek. Funnily, enough, whoosh, there that very book is right up above us. Comment as blurb. Uh, since I started this p.s., the temperature has slowly risen to a degree that is rather unbearable, so excuse my thoughts' drifting into lethargy. Love you, big guy. I'll take as many pix as I can over in that London place, and you'll see them, assuming you want to see them, as I assume you do, strangely. Excuse my presumption. ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, I couldn't have left this blog to sit absolutely still on the surface for three days without seeing you first, so thank God or whatever he calls himself these days. I think your weekend was a hit, man. Seriously. Did you feel it? I think when I was cruising my car along trying to catch James Duvall-the-hustler's eye, the radio was playing me reading my fucking poem with some kind of jazz thing in the background. Might have been a deal breaker. Thanks for the safe journey wishes. Yeah, I'm always ready for my opinion to be rendered extinct, and this trip might provide the occasion, although based on the weather forecast, I very seriously doubt it, but I'm not a London fan either. There, I said it. ** Tomkendall, 6:30 it is. Awesome! ** Okay, I guess I have to say three days' worth of goodbyes now, and I guess I just did. Please do give some of your next three days over to the genius of Derek McCormack, and pile up some comments for me to come home to while you're at it, and I'll return on Saturday, and whatever transpires in London, you will see a selected slideshow on, oh, probably Monday, I'd guess. Take care until further notice.
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Great fucking day!! Cant wait till i have the money to order this.
The day in itself is such a treat man. I love: ' Do this: Smell The Show That Smells. It doesn’t smell like paper. It smells like vampires perfumed as paper.'
Awesome! Also is that true about Coco dipping Schiaparelli into a candle?
Great job man
see some of yous tomorrow at Jerk!!
x
tomk
Flitty Poo, Thanks. It only takes one, and Robin has made me smile for so long. Hope you're well. I'm off to Dallas/Austin tomorrow until the 8th, so I'll be shhh quiet, but you can keep up on my inability to swim in lakes via facebook. :-*
Dennis, Have fun, be safe, see you end of next week.
Latest FaBlog: Cocktails at Barry's
Derek, this looks really amazing. I'll have to see if I can order this at work tonight. I like almost anything that involves vampires... well, except maybe the Twilight series.
Dennis, I actually haven't sent it to a whole lot of publishers yet due to my illness. Mostly been focusing on places that accept unsolicited manuscripts/samples (which isn't a whole lot of publishers, as you can guess). Focusing mainly on the ones more geared towards horror/weird fiction/Lovecraftian material, which seems like the logical way to go. Let's see: first there was Eraserhead Press, which never got back to me (probably for the best as they seemed very low-budget). Then there was Soft Skull Press. I mailed a synopsis of it to Arkham House recently (as they don't do e-mail submissions) but I may not even hear from them (as they only contact the writer if they're interested in releasing it), and also recently Tartarus Press as I mentioned recently. Not sure which ones I'll try next, as my list is rapidly dwindling. I was thinking maybe Elder Signs Press, as they accept unsolicited manuscripts and are very Lovecraft-orientated, but then I read that they aren't looking for short story collections. H'mm.
Started reading "Justine" last night.
Sypha: Sade's Justine? If so, wow! What a great book! It was one of my first introductions to Sade and, for some reason, I've always found it to be a profoundly humorous book...especially the ending. Then again, all of Sade's stuff has an element of humor to me.
Jesse, I recall starting to read "Justine" years ago but never got that far into it, but trying again now... I chose it because it seems to be one of his shorter works (later on this year I might give "Juliette" a try but I'm daunted by how long it is)!
About to read this awesome post and just ordered The Show That Smells... but i thought i would note the passing of Pina Bausch.
Very excited about Jerk.
Awesome couture. Admiration DM.
The only people who are the Phelps group are people in his family, I don't think he matters much. According to him, that is to say, anyone outside of his compound of breeders, we're all fags. Interesting Bernard's definition of a breeder yesterday. One of the potential and more unpleasant after effects of bum fucking someone and then frying their upcoming stool with hot spunk might be that you make poo sludge, that slooshes out because of the lube or spit or blood or whatever. It is best to douche and not eat anything before hand I guess. A globule of caviar, a glob-full, or whatever.
I wonder what it tastes like?
I'm sure Phelps knows all about it.
Seriously, I want to become a member of his flock. A lot of what he says makes sense to me. God does hate me, he's right. Praying would be too late. He's Blanchot!
When speaking of Schiaparelli , remember to Think Pink!
Schiaparelli + Louise Bourgeois =
michael jackson has inspired me beyond words...
i would not be making music if it wasnt for michael jackson...
he taught me to be original....
he taught me to be courageous...
to dare to invent...
to dare express...
to dare to entertain in the name of my inner dreams...
he taught me to give to the world...
to show the world "the world"...
because in reality...
the world has know idea about "the world"...
he taught me to connect...
he taught me to reach...
he was so kind...
he reach out to me...
and i am so blessed to have worked with him...
i am so proud to have witness and been apart of his last interview....
i am so proud...
and i am so sad to have lost a friend...
we have all lost a light...
he was a true gift to the world...
thank you michael jackson...
All my love Dennis
Derek's writing always makes me jealous. Jealousy is inspiring.
Well the MJ autopsy report came from the UK Sun, which is our National Enquirer, so it's probably rubbish. If he did a full dress rehearsal the night before I doubt he could have been as bad as they say. I mean Heath Ledger wasn't in particular bad shape - all it takes is one drug too many.
As a fan I hope the video of the last 'performance' is either really awful - so that it's just as well he didn't embarrass himself in the UK - or really great, so that everyone will forever know that he still had it. I would still have loved it if he'd done one last huge tour, got back to number one again then just retired.
David Saa, I didn't know you'd worked with MJ - care to talk about that?
Misa we sort of agree for once! I really wouldn't mind if Roddick beat Murray. There's just something about him I don't like.
Now that they've got the covers for Wimbledon they could be playing till dawn. Last night, since they had the covers and lights, the Murray five setter went to nearly 11pm - they postponed the sacrosanct BBC 10 o'clock news.
Still don't want Federer to break Sampras's record.
Oh and I agree about comedians being the best at attacking accepted wisdoms - although some doc makers like Michal Moore are doing OK too (though you won't agree with that). But I sometimes think it's the establishment's way of letting dissidents blow off steam - harmlessly. I mean I feel all self-righteous and all after watching The Daily Show, but does it make a damn bit of difference to anything? And rubbish like Saturday Night Live, which lets slime like Sarah Palin on, well they're just collaborators.
If MJ was using any of the 'softer' narcoanalgesics like percocet with any regularity he could have simply died from liver failure like thousands of others.
Reading Richard Stark's Dirty Money, a followup to Nobody Runs Forever, his tart account of the robbery of an entire bank's assets. Stark is Donald Westlake without the jester's cap.
Dennis, Haha, perfect! And I'm glad you're not posting for a couple days. Why, you ask? Because that gives me time to finish Derek's awesome novel, then read this afterwards. Otherwise, get back here right away, I miss you already!
Your presumption isn't presumptuous at all. You know I love looking at other people's pics. At my last job, when I'd stay late, sometimes I'd take a break and just wander around to everybody else's cubes and look at the pics they'd hung up on the walls to make their office space home space. And make up stories about the pics too, of course.
Heat sucks. I couldn't live without the AC, which is burning at a cool 72 degrees right now, thank God.
Joe, I actually like Murray. His game is great, he's got everything plus the little intangible things like speed, footwork, and touch that just come naturally to some, like Laver, Federer, Sampras, and McEnroe. But I do think Roddick can take him, if only because of his serve and the way he's playing - like a man possessed. I worry the pressure's going to catch up to Murray by then. I watched that whole match last night.
You know, it still surprises me that Nadal can beat Federer and Murray. They have so much more game than Nadal. But he's got lots of guts and I think he just beats them mentally.
Well, I think shows like The Daily Show - as much as I hate to admit it because I think the show sucks - do have an influence. At least, in this last election cycle, they did. Lots of young people go to those shows for news instead of the traditional news sources here. Of course, those shows are just opinion shows, but I suppose the peeps who watch them like those opinions.
I don't know if Murray's got everything, but he's certainly got a chip on his shoulder about something. He was moaning about the covers being put on. Would he rather have stopped the match half way through and continued today, the day before his next match - if he won, which is questionable. His playing is too erratic to win this time I think. Federer is sort of sailing through.
I don't like that pushy mother either, who acts like a footballer who's scored a goal every time he wins a big point.
Nice to see Ewan McGregor in the audience though.Be nice for a Scot to win of course.
Tha Daily Show is an opinion show? What does that make Fox News! An infomercial for the Dead Party...
Mr. Derek McCormack ... What can I say?
You do amaze, thank you sir.
i love love this
it's like a pre and post to the book all at the same time
i wasn't sure about the repitition.. where's that from de sade.. london.. sotos
but loved it.. also just read Grab Bag and the first story FUCKME was awesome.. took a while to ge into the second but i blame the sunny park and the hot bods.. will definetly read again once i get it back
KENDALL - i'll bring my copy for you tomorrow
DC - seems aethist won't be there.. which is a shame as it was the only reason i was turning up.. anyhow see you later.. just don't get stomped by the border guards
missy - you do realise this will be the first dc event i've done without you? what happens when i throw piss balloons at dc reading Ugly Man and you don't comme to save me.. shit
What a wealth of interesting novel ideas, DM! I’ll have to check this out.
Is that a turd at the bottom of that bottle of perfume? Makes me think that maybe Chris Offli should come out with a line of perfumes with an elephant turd in each one. And what would Damien Hirst put in his? Maybe a shark tooth? And Tracy Einem, while we’re on the subject of egregiously overrated, ingloriously aging yBAs? Maybe a drop of jism from each of her lovers? Ah, the possibilities. . .
Goddamn it, Joe, we're talking about The Daily Show and you throw in fucking FOX News. You're obsessed with FOX News, can't get it off your haggis-soaked brain. Well, I will say this, the big three news channels here - FOX, CNN, MSNBC - all have opinion shows, as well as regular news shows where it's pretty much just straight reporting with little opinion added to it. You ain't gonna get that in a half-hour of The Daily Show. And like I've told you before, Jon Stewart's always bugged me, even on all his failed shows before he hit it big with The Daily Show. He's just not funny to me - his schtick is too easy and lazy: Show a clip, make a snarky comment. Who the fuck couldn't do that? But I liked him in The Faculty.
Murray's chip: Dunblane! And the pressure of a whole nation of people who gave up on tennis years ago in favor of the most boring sport ever, soccer. I always thought it was funny when he'd say that when he won, he was British and when he lost, he was Scottish.
riggers! that's right! fuck, i'm sad now. a sad old cunt. but i'm glad you saved those vials of my piss; make good use of 'em. and remember to give everyone a good rapin' for me...
and didn't i tell you Derek was good?
Michael Jackson is everythign I hate about show business.
He is the slag heap of Afircan- American aspirations, embodyig the fact that despite our voluminous achievements, African-Americans are congenitally second-rate.
And Jon Stuart is made of the awesome.
This latest fine publication sounds phenomenally fucked, and as such it has charmed me. The mention of 'Nudie' did it for me: the little bloke who made all those great suits and sinfully tight pants that Gram Parsons used to wear. The rest of it - all of it wonderful - just pulled me in deeper. There's the promise of a fixation on scents and perfume here that's thrilling. I was just wondering to myself last night how many people would manage to sit through a standard-order slasher flick if you could smell all that blood and guts going down and up and around. Although there's some charm to the idea of taking big breaths of the just-fucked glow around thatguy with the glasses who gets turned into a fridge ornament in Halloween, certainly.
Nothing like that old-timey fug, of dangerous music played by people who might be back in their old lives this time next year, of consumption and carnivals and all that brutal dying terror inches out of reach, made safe, for now. There's an old Harlan Ellison tale called, I believe, 'Gopher In The Gilly', recounting his horrific experiences after running away from home to join the carnival. Stirring stuff.
Shit, something smells damn fine round here today. Oh, it's Derek McCormack! I'm so looking forward to reading this book. I will be purchasing it yesterday.
have fun in london, mr. cooper and I'll see you sunday
xx
This is a great post, of course, but I think I must have missed something--Which is Derek: a slave or a hustler?
We're definitely getting your book, Derek!
dennis, thank you
your the heel of my hand below my halloween shoulder
il mail you sunday
love, alex
The Daily Show is a satirical entertainment which makes no pretense at balance.Any more than the O'Reillys and Limbaugh's do (unless you count balance as Limbaugh's advice to a wannabe right-wing fuckwit:"To make a hundred million dollars, half the world has got to hate you").
Fox News is supposed to be a balanced news station. It's not. It's owned and guided by Rupert Murdoch, a right wing demagogue who makes Montgomery Burns look like Karl Marx.
It's NOT that easy to be as funny and clever as The Daily Show. I'm constantly impressed and amused by their juxtapositions of the weird nonsense that's spewed out on US news programs - not least when they juxtapose Obama's and Bush's pronouncements on many issues to show them to be exactly the same. Last night's Obitutainment Awards was great. Is there any presenter more ridiculous and un-self knowing than Geraldo ?
I think Murray just can't string two sentences together and hates being forced to. Spoilt brat. Compare with David Beckham, who's constantly being ridiculed for his lack of brain cells but never complains and just laughs along with his attackers.
The most boring sport ever is actually golf. At least football gives us this
and this
Who do you want to win Wimbledon?
I'm just happy it's not going to be Nadal.Anything but that...
Pina Bausch gave me some of the best experiences I ever had in a theater. I'm excited to see that you can get even a crappy, fuzzy, off-the-TV version of Chantal Akerman's documentary "Un jour Pina m'a demande" on YouTube (in 6 parts); it was a central reference for me when taught performance studies, I guess, twenty years ago. Anybody know where you can get a decent complete copy? Last time I looked it was unobtainable.
Pina Bausch also appears (to great effect) in Fellini's City of Women and And the Ship Sails On
i'm really really heartbroken to tell you guys but DC died tonight
i don't really know what happened .. it was all of a kind .. PANIC .. one of the puppets (you know the panda bear one?) was possessed by michael jackson's ghost and flew across the room to coop in a rage of phlemg shouting
"THE BOYS THE FUCKING BOYS"
once we pulled them apart it was obvious the crotch wounds were fatal.. oh dennis.. 4 eva in r hats
but Jerk was awesome.. even better than manchester
oh his last words? "i was going to close down that fucking blog anyway.. no-one does shit.. not one murder in.. *death rattle*
i nicked his diary.. boy did he hate us.. joeM especially.. i'll release bits later.. right now i have to get this blood/jism off my coat
Joe, That's the thing - The Daily Show makes no pretense of being a balanced news show, but that's where a lot of people get their news. Because they don't want news, they want entertainment - though how that show's entertaining, I'll never know - and just to hear what they want to hear.
Like I said, my main beef with that show is its host, who I've never found funny. The mugging, the grinning/laughing at his own unfunny jokes - ugh. Same reason I never liked Jerry Seinfeld. Plus, they're both just not funny.
You oughtta watch FOX sometime. You'd be surprised how balanced they are. As far as their evening shows, no pretense there - they say themselves that they're news analysis shows full of opinions. Difference is, in the case of O'Reilly anyway, he has people on who have different opinions from his.
But I watch all the networks though sparingly. Each has about one good 'show.' I don't even watch their other 'shows.' Hannity, Huckabee, Olbermann, and Maddow all suck balls.
I'd like to see Roddick win Wimbledon. Just the American in me, really. Because I don't like his game so much. When he first came on, he was bursting with potential but has never really improved. His conditioning's excellent, but he hasn't added anything to his game the way Federer or Murray has. Or even the way Nadal has.
Though I really wouldn't mind Federer, Haas, or Murray winning, either. In that order. I've got a soft spot for Federer because he probably is the 2nd best player of all time - after Laver. He just wows me like McEnroe and Sampras used to do.
riggers, man, i'm glad the cat's out of the bag about joem - carrying that secret around was killing me.
and save the jism, i'll be over next year some time.
Misa, you've got Kentucky Fried Chicken for brains...
Actually DC has named me in the will as chief guardian of the slaves and hustlers. (At least, unlike some, I know they are two entirely different species). And when I pass, Diana Ross takes over.
Rigby I like that series Flight of the Conchords, starring the New Zealanders - the way New Zealand is portrayed as a joke to Australians, like Scotland to England or Canada to America.
The tourist poster:
New Zealand - like Scotland, only further
i just told you the fucker is DEAD
are you not weeping?
where are the tears of blood?
you guys disgust me
of FUCK
i blocked it out but oscar took his colon for sausage making and kendall after beating his knees to a pulp chopped off coops left foot.. something about toe sizes.. tender just sat in the corner and drew it beautifully while wolf ran around really slowly (in stupid shoes)
i think the dynamite that kier left under 'the body' was the reason to exit
FAST
If the photos are gruesome enough I can get you an OK cover.
Dennis- Oh yeah man, I hard about your back. You any better? And well man, for me, I'm sort of easing into a depression, well maybe a rush rather than an ease, with my mom not seeming to give a shit about any real deep concerns of mine, my dad steepening his fucked-up-ness, and he and my mom fighting still (well him, fighting with her not necessarily vice-versa, and me and my girlfriend taking a break after four months. Which is really fucking my mind up, I mean, it feels like we need it, but then when it happens I don't want it, it's hard you know? And I mean things cross my mind like, I could find a girl I have more in common in common with and that I could do more things with, but then I go deeper, and I realize being with her is just worth her smile, which is way seldom seen nowadays. And then when my mind fades back to our sexual history, that really fucks me up. Especially when she will mention it when we are just talking, cause I guess we are trying to still be best friends, but I was torn so fast from the relationship and how fast she seems to recover hurts, and I guess I'm just detaching from her. Anyways, I don't feel like living anymore, but I know I won't kill myself, I'll just steep in this sadness for a while, meaning four years till i get the fuck out of here. So that's how I've been. Oh, and I just finished God Jr. yesterday, fucking great dude, i found it showed an elegant, sad, inner view of the father using his in rather inelegant partially grief imposed actions and thoughts. I applaud you! Also, I'm totally getting into They Might Be Giants Again. Well, I guess that sums everything up in a short way.
mrs. slocombe r.i.p.
:-((
I have seen pina bausch performance of kurt weill's seven dealy sins.
wunderbar!
Rigby, you wanna come for dinner?
I've got sausages cooking.
those (yesterday) slaveboys simply read too much dennis cooper novels! ;-)
sypha
I have read juliette years ago but it reads like a "grand tour" as juliette travels through italy to meet various people (including the pope ofcourse) it was hilarious as far as i can remember. don't know if i want to read all the 1100+ pages again. it is sort of sade's lord of the rings, I was a teen when I read it.
Dennis, Welcome back. I was wondering if you'd seen any interesting reactions to "Ugly Man." Reviews, etc.
Hi, Dear Dennis!
This is back here Eric from Egypt – having formerly appeared in these comments as LautrĆ©amont and, later on, as Saint-Amant. (I by the way feel now that, this need to craft masks (I mean, supposedly meaningful pseudonyms) was quite ridiculous… Well).
It now will just be Eric.
Despite my silence, I camped these last eight or nine months on the fringes of your intellectual Inland Empire, & didn’t miss a single of your “Days”. Nor the subsequent comments & PS’s.
It’s been noticeably feeding my thoughts, needless to say. So, thank you very much.
I myself didn’t post a single comment here, because… I felt that I needed to be again reasonably feeling good for actually doing so, or if possibly not, not to appear here at my worst: not totally, hum… Borderline, bipolar, psychotic &c. (As I so often am.)
I’m building – I guess it’s the term in some ways– a new blog. In English. It’s quite a lot of sweat & a few long nights of work already. But such an exhilarating intellectual & stylistic concern, altogether.
I will let you know. Or… perhaps not ? I still feel unselfconfident. Because of my written English language, I mean. It certainly needs improvements of some sort. Or, encouragements…
Because, you see… I don’t know how can be termed this specific kind of insanity that took control or invaded my mind a year ago or more: I whish I could become the first native French speaker publishing a book in American or English, consequently becoming the first French American/English writer– Ah! Ah!
I’m very much a jealous & zealous admirer of Nabokov, as you might remember (I’ve had here at DC’s a few conversations with Bernard Welt & some other bloggers on this subject matter), & the achievements of Conrad in English prose just flabbergast me. (I’ve just finished re-re- & once again reading Lord Jim recently & it once again drove me mad).
Folie des grandeurs, I suppose…
Hum… I’m turning garrulous & erratic – It’s 3 PM & I’m already drunk, I must admit.
But, dear Dennis, would you mind to have a look at the following page? It’s supposed to be one of my first English short stories …
Well, some Egyptian-French-American sort of writings… (Several others are in progress).
I guess that a lot of editing is needed, no? So: If anyone would be kind enough to advise me…
Excuse me for invading your blog with what will maybe deserve such comments, well, as…
“It’s pure crap” or “You’re sick” or “You’re a filthy pedophile, go away from here!”
It wouldn’t hurt me that much: I now know quite well who I am, you see.
(I’ve recently gained a kind of mellow fortitude.)
Many thanks in advance &
Big hugs & tons of love as usual, dear Dennis.
* * * * * * *
Last Thursday, I got quite drunk & more than quite high, in accordance with the Arabic & Arabian tradition of the LeĆÆla Khammra, the Red Nights: our Arabian Nights of Debauchery.
I was invited to some Afghan friends of mine. We sat on a gorgeous antique carpet and had several cups of Turkish coffee with a grain of opium infused in it. & around seven o’clock, we drank the two bottles of wine Scheherazade & the bottle of Cognac Ottard that accompanied me. With salted almonds, stuffed wine-leaves, & ginger biscuits. I
we then turned physically slightly slowed, & a gentle & warm drowse cuddled us into its arms. I turned horny as well. Definitively & irrevocably (words of my opium & alcohol lyric trance) in need for some nice lovemaking & a lot of sentimentally well expressed sentiments. Love. Even faked. Well: for that night, at least.
Meanwhile, we had a conversation about ephebophilia & other vital subject matters, such as cuisine & the planned destruction of Afghanistan by the Obama’s Administration & the fall of capitalism & cats.
One of the friends then said:
Yom el-Khamis,
AĆÆd Milad el Afrit Ibliss!
Let’s play strip-poker!
The jolly fellows & I laughed & enthusiastically agreed. Ah! Ah! For it means:
Night of Thursday,
Of the devil Ibliss the birthday!
(It’s the worst of our Qur’anic devils…) I then knew that I was once more back into the realm of our own specific Arabic Heaven (without having to be dead). We therefore played naughty poker, and the youngest of the five Afghan bachelors (who confessed afterwards knowing very little about the rules of poker, excepted what he understood from the movie-picture “Casino Royale”, that he disliked) - I was about to write : The charming boy lost. Got naked. That is to say: he gave us the intense visual pleasure of the slow strip-tease of the defined body of his. I got visibly horniest - I lost the last round & consequently was only wearing my underpants - It therefore shown well.
It’s been more than eight weeks now that the weather in Egypt turned torrid, Sudanese, the temperature frequently reaching 45°C at noon, and the humidity in Alexandria has almost reached 100% - Some sort of a sub-tropical horror. Being constantly burning & sweating, gosh… But in the other hand, above 40°C, heat is drunkenness per se – In the manner that it interestingly blurs perceptions, vastly enhances sensuality & promotes erections.
I then went deeper into this strangely, pleasurably & sexually metamorphosed reality.
I walked by the streets of down-town Alexandria, along the Sea-front, where thousands of boys were trying, just like myself, to calm down there excitations before going to bed and eventually find some sort of peaceful sleep. The baroqueness of everything I saw, well, I supposedly am well accustomed to it. (After almost twenty years of a life into this utmost gongoresque & anarchist world). But: no, I still am not.
A hundred lurid eye-contacts later, I turned exalted. I then went to a cabaret (where by the way Cavafy used to spend so many of his nights, a century ago…) & I there danced with several species of local whores & angels (more or less young persons more or less belonging to… the several sexual genders that exist here in Alexandria. & one young Bulgarian female, whom I thought she was a boy… Hum.)
I then passed by several other sailors’ bars, kissed several young guys, fingered one, into his ass & in the toilets of the “Cap d’Or” (My favorite bar in Alexandria, also known as “Sheikh Ali” to the Arabic speakers). And I then felt quite bored & quite frustrated as well.
(Part 2)
On my way home, I saw a handsome teenager – fifteen, maybe fourteen years old? A typical Egyptian lost boy: some sort of a beggar, maybe a Sufi? (Thought I, in a premonition) - Who fell asleep in the middle of a pyramid of rubbish, in the company of a dozen of very picturesque & dirty street cats. His great raven-black curly hair… Long-legged. Slightly more than slender, certainly suffering from hunger. &… Such a splendid bottom. Altogether gorgeous, & not smelling that good. I hired a taxi, which drove us to the beach of Anfoushy Bahary. I woke up a kind of a beach-keeper boy. It was easily readable in his black eyes that he disapproved formally my intrusion on his beach around 03:30, accompanied by such a piece of shit of a boy. But he respectfully didn’t utter a world, & kindly accepted to have us delivered a roasted chicken, French fries, & six litters of Stella beer. And in addition to sell me most of the hashish he had - buried somewhere in the sand of his beach. He patiently rolled us six joints. I gave him two of the beers, and a considerable tip – more or less two Euros.
He also started on the sand a fire with whatever he could collect from whatsoever the sea brings to the shore, which quickly smelled good – iodine, sea weeds, cedar. That crackled, sparkled into thin volutes of an almost invisible smoke. Upward the serene moon.
The hungry kid washed his hands & feet in the sea, & then ate slowly and elegantly in the circle, the orange halo of our maritime camp fire. And noticed that the fries where not crispy enough, & said that “The Heinz mayonnaise, it’s the worst one”, & that green hot chilly sauce would have been welcomed instead, & that the chicken’s wings were burned, & that we should certainly have better ordered a nice big grilled sea-bass and a kilo of tiger-prawns, with garlic and fried onions and fresh tomato sauce. “Don’t you agree, Eric?”
A gourmet. A young Prince.
The embodiment of some peculiar sort of elegance. (That always, when I have an encounter with it, turns me breathless).
He then noticed, on one of my fingers, the ring of adoubement that a Sheikh offered me at some Sufi ceremony, and deciphered slowly its complicated calligraphy, designed in the form of a lotus flower. (It’s a heraldic motto that enables other Brothers to indentify my own Sufi Tariqa, wherever I wish to participate in a Sufi pilgrimage, a zikr or a zahr.)
To make sure, he asked me if I preferred Ibn Rusdy or Omar el- KhayyĆ¢m. I replied: “Omar el-KhayyĆ¢m is one of my Masters” - “One of mine, too!” replied he.
We then talked about poetry, our respective Tariqas, the secret meanings of The Red Prophecy, our favorite Mawlids. We agreed completely upon Fatmah en-Nabaweyya.
But… The details of this conversation as well as the translation of these Arabic words mustn’t be written down here.
Instead, let me turn myself stylistically ridiculous:
“I took one of his hands into one of mine. I kissed his fingers & then his eyes. His lips. I then faintly & emotionally said:
“Ya Habiby! Enta Nour el AĆÆny! Enta mennawar el-LeĆÆla deyya!”
“Ć, my Sweat Heart! You’re the Light of my Eyes! You enlighten this Night!”
Then tears came to my eyes, because I suddenly & deeply fell in Love.
I then said: “Little Brother, if you wish, let’s live eternally together in the Sublime realm of Love & Light”.
I’m afraid it actually happened. Yes…
THe noton that people "get their news" from The Daily Show is idiotic. People prefer The Daily Show because our famously "free press" is corporate controlled and full of lies.
The internet, providing access to other sources of news has made this crystal clear.
(Part 3)
Neither the boy nor I had swimsuits. It’s then been a simple & genuine tactile pleasure of mine to take, slowly, his stinking rags off. And the epiphany of this suddenly unveiled object of desire… I gave him some passionate or bear hugs, slow indecent caresses, & again kissed him. Tried to give him, as kisses, a communion. I tried to turn my kisses, my erection & my desire into a certain form of communion. His charming penis got erected. We walked naked into the tepid & halcyon waves of the black quick-sliver sea.
In the night were Aldebaran, Venus, the Constellation of the Pisces, the North-Star, Ursa Minor & Ursa Major, & the whole of their lyric mathematics, reminding me of Pythagoras.
Their mythological and luminous reflections were gently dancing on the surface of the dark waters. A flock of very small silver & blue fishes suddenly came & kissed - or maybe tried to eat - our toes. The vision of his splendorous buttocks, in the pale moonlight, gave me a more intense erection. We swam for a while. Approximate swimmer, he seized my shoulders, and I swam us farther, which frightened him a little. He kissed my neck, told me sweet words, & of his erected penis against my back, I what? felt the pleasure. & the slow movements of his sexual cuddles, & of his arms & legs, the slow motions…
A wholesome glee. Like, swimming into … Liquid desire or materialized sexuality, or the Sea of Sensuality- or?
I then frightened him a little more, pretending that we were about to dive deep among ghastly sea creatures of some sorts: long-beaked giant turtles, hungry white sharks, flocks of venomous jelly-fishes & vicious sword-fishes. Voracious krakens. Plankton. We had much fun. I then swam back to the shore & we coiled up on the sand, kissed, caressed & licked each others some eternal (&… metaphysical ?) moments. And we then felt thirsty again, because the waters of the South Mediterranean Sea are very salted.
After two more beers, having walked together into the sea again, he benevolently let me introduce myself into himself, & while he was finishing another joint, his rising pleasure, attuned to the rhythm of my hips & my own growing pleasure, made him sing at low voice a kind of
Astral lullaby that
I will never never never forget.
The small silver & blue fishes flocked again & fought to death for each drop of his sperm.
My orgasm, it’s been along my spine a lightning and some other ones from a well known abyss.
The young Sufi that night considerably expanded my domains.
DavidE, It's not idiotic at all. Not when polls show 30-40% of those polled consider The Daily Show an alternative to traditional news sources. Of course, there's disagreement about how to interpret the responses to these polls, but I think it's safe to say that it is a pretty influential show, especially with younger people, though yeah, I'd agree that it's not their only news source.
And who produces those "polls"? Frank Luntz?
Don't be such a suck, mis. You're smarter than that.
Meanwhile. . .
It's Snarkalicious!
saint amant,
your post reads like a page from joe orton's diaries (or kenneth williams' private papers)!
nice.
word verfication: barrab
DavidE, Hahaha. I report. You decide.
I hate how Jon Stewart constantly stops right after a joke and makes a dumb face or laughs at his own joke. I don't find him funny at all. However, I do enjoy The Colbert Report. I find his material to be much sharper and wittier.
Sypha: I don't blame you about being daunted by Juliette's length! It's HUGE! Let's see, I've been reading since January and am about half way through. But then again, I am constantly reading other books with it. It's kind of like the 'foundation' of my reading plan. I've been reading it for a very long time but I've already managed to read 15+ books while also reading it. It is, no doubt, a great book too. But it's Sade so that goes without saying, right?
I agree Jesse (and Misa) about Jon Stewart's self-satisfaction - the endless irritating pauses for an extra laugh.And the shrieking, whooping audience (well ANY American audience).
But just one example - that savage interview he did with the guy who presented a financial advice program, where he really tore apart the whole charade of that sort of 'advice' program - the way they not only didn't see the crash but attacked those who predicted it, the way those programs are all in the pockets of the bankers and financiers.Not on the side of the audience at all.
Things like the Daily Show/Colbert are the only place you're going to get the sort of questions asked that they'll never ask on the mainstream media who are only interested in ratings and making sure they get the next interview, thus not asking any really uncomfortable questions.
I tried to read other Sade stuff like the 120 days and Justine but the repitiousness put me off for the time. I think juliette was the most hilarious of his novels, I found Justine a bit boring.
Justine is pretty entertaining so far, though some of the dialogue can get a little long-winded... my only real problem with De Sade is when he goes into his whole "might makes right/the strong should crush the weak" soliloquies. That kind of thing is just a total turn-off for me (I think Nietzsche suffered from the same problem at times). Now that I think about it, that's what annoys me about, say, Boyd Rice also. NON is a great band but I find the philosophy behind it to be very lame... it's easy to say that you're all for "total war" when you've never actually fought in a war, I guess.
D - I will give you an update on Kevin W in an email or if I catch you online some time. He's doing physical therapy practically all day; I saw him last night and will tonight. The saving grace is he's got a position at the Art Institute of Chicago with full health benefits; plus he has a very devoted boyfriend. I played him my "The Aesthetic of the Dream in Surrealist Film" presentation from my conference, which went swell, thank you very much.
I'm winding down after three weeks of teaching 4.5 hours a day and 5 days of all-day, all-evening conference. (Had some cool dreams, though: I was chosen to play Jack Kerouac in a movie.) Today I'm getting a massage. Saturday night I watch the July 4th fireworks from the top of the Interior building with a bunch of the new Obama appointees, my first time meeting them, so I guess I will try not to advocate the overthrow of the government by force--though I'm sure they've heard worse than anything I can come up with. I know everybody here doesn't care for the Obama regime, but holy shit is there a difference between the people in political jobs now from six months ago. These are some r e a l l y n i c e people--like people you'd meet, and talk to, and like that--not the bizarre zombie-like ideotrons that haunted the offices a few months ago. Not to go on: six months ago, people were still coming to Art at his job and asking, how can we get away with this? Now they're coming in and asking, what do we need to know in order to fulfill our mission and follow the ethics guidelines? I mean, really. It's not just the ideology; the last gang just sought out and attracted hoodlums.
FYI, Dennis.
For erik:
Pussy Galore:a tribute to Mrs Slocombe
Justin Timberlake at Wimbledon
I'm taking that tartan (?) hat to signify a Murray supporter.
Yes Bernard, he Obamas are very nice people. They'll look you right in the eye when they lie to you. Dubbya could never do that.
More Jon Stuart awesomeness.
Sneer away.
Anyone who tears Glenn beck a new asshole is okay in my book. God, I hate that guy, and we sell so many copies of his awful books at the B&N I work at. Of course the guy sees himself as some kind of paragon for straight-talking "common sense" (always a sure sign that they're a bullshit artist and a liar). Not to mention his nonsense about there being a "real America", whatever that means.
Latest FaBlog: Fait Diver -- Cue Claude Rains
Sypha: I absolutely LOATHE Boyd Rice. The stuff with "might is right" and all is ok for me. It doesn't bother me really. But I watched an interview with Boyd Rice and he sounded like a complete fool. He was being interviewed by someone who called himself the "Top Nazi" and Rice was sitting there spouting a bunch of white supremacy bullshit. People with real philosophical ideas (such as Nietzsche or even Sade) are constantly being perverted by losers like Boyd Rice. I won't even listen to his music.
@oscar.. i'll be there.. on the rush out i caught coops gall bladder on my stirrups so maybe we can make a salad with it
@joeM.. the camera went up in the blast.. you'll have to make do with photoshopped versions.. sorry
@kier.. we are so going to make a vampyre movie and you will star.. and i'll dance with my trousers around my ankles
AGAIN!
@missy.. i have some of jonathan's drool for your collection
@sypha#jesse .. i've met rice a few times and he's really a joker.. he just wants to shock.. i'm guessing you've read the REsearch book Pranks nothings changed.. if i hear a story where he's fucking his stillborn foetus born from a motherless goat.. i wouldn't be suprised.. true the joke is getting old but what is more deviant than being a nazi in this current clime
@coop (peace be upon him) you did it AGAIN!
Jesse, in that case I'm really glad I didn't send you that old NON mix CD I had lying around. I don't know, I just find his "shock" tactics really obvious and boring. TG and Whitehouse were doing the Nazi imagery thing years before Rice anyway (and those latter two groups did it with much better panache at that).
David: Just so you don't think I was misrepresenting myself, I don't know the Obamas. I'm not likely to meet them. I was saying that I've been meeting a lot of people appointed by this administration.
What the hell is going on here?
Dont you kids know that watching American television will kill you, or a least fill your head with bad ideas.
I fucked Rush Limbaugh for the oxyconde, it was gross the guy smells like cheese.
Fucking hammered. Met with a guitarist at a bikini bar. Nice guy, likes Nirvana, guitars (not vocals) from Alice in Chains. Melody was all we talked about, so he gets what I want. He works at a music equipment rental place (perfect). I'm a little concerned that I talked about Bowie and he brought up T-Rex, we'll have to work that out, he wants to compete already, but I write and sing my own shit, or I have to LOVE it, or I won't do it. Simple.
DM, I've given the vague (sorry) outline of your novel to 5-10 people, and they all agreed that it is funny and detailed and interesting, kind of universally (I'm jealous). Is it fair to compare it to Christopher Moore or even Mark Leyner? Who do you write like (I know that is an awkward question, but analogy and reference is what people do with music, so why not with letters)?
Ok. What I wrote was gross. I AM SO DRUNK. At night, people like me, you see more of them.
wf: lance
ps What's better, Alexander or Lance
Baumgarten? Or Bombgarden? How about Karl Dangerfield? I have this thing I'm writing, a new thing, and names are important. Yes. Alexander Baumgarten and Lance Dangefield. A meeting... An art/philosophy joke is in that, somewhere, if you can find it... Goodnight!
Hey - good to see everyone on Wednesday!
Just wanted to say "Jerk" was an intense experience, I think it's really successful in bringing the text to the stage, what really striked me was the physicality of the experience, the sounds and the movements of the hand puppets, and the different voices and sounds elsewhere. When everyone was reading the fanzine, again, that really worked. It's amazing how many layers of text this (essentially) one man production achieved. I've said it before, I think its a genius idea to perform these scenarios with dolls or puppets, it makes it at once removed/hyperreal but also more direct and dirty, it's a very curious effect, and these productions use that in a really serious and original way. Jonathan Capdeville is an amazing performer, really impressive how many voices and moods he managed to channel!
anyway, thanks, hope the rest of your stay in London goes well, really glad I got to see this and hang out a bit together, loved the reading (especially the "glam rock" piece) and discussion too, looking forward to the pics, hope you enjoy the GBV disc! take care, thomas
oh, rigby: this is the website for the Ghost Train with the live performers and hologram you mentioned, looks like it had a permanent home in Blackpool (of all places) for a while:
http://www.carneskysghosttrain.com/
Sypha: Yeah, the Nazi imagery is really quite fun in some of the music. I don't think too many people really take it all that seriously, including the band themselves. In fact, I think that, as an image and motif, Nazism is really effective. After all, rock music can be extremely fascist, I think. That's what's so interesting about watching certain concerts: they really look like some kind of rally anyway. And I think that some of these bands realized that. Not to mention that it is always fun to be shocking and Nazism is about as shocking as you can get without killing someone on stage. But there's something about Boyd Rice.... First of all, he calls himself a Satanist which I find to be rather odd since I don't recall reading anywhere in any of Lavey's books anything about the superiority of the white race. Now, of course, Rice and Lavey were friends at a certain point so... who knows. I guess the thing that really bothers me about Boyd Rice is that, while other musicians or showmen can sit down and admit to some degree that what they're doing is deliberately shocking, Boyd Rice sits down with a "top Nazi" (which, in my book, is like sitting down with Pat Robertson or Fred Phelps) and discusses how what he is doing is so incredibly serious. The bastard doesn't realize that there isn't going to be any racial war and if there is it won't be because of his measly ass. And there he is quoting Charles Manson, a raving lunatic. But, then again, they have a lot in common: they both sit down at a table and play the shocking/crazy card for all it's worth and talk about how important they are and how what they're doing is revolutionary. The only real difference between them is that Charles Manson actually had the balls to do get off his ass and do something. Boyd Rice claims that his music will do that for him.
And, underneath all of my rationalizing, I guess the real reason I find him gross is that I find white supremacy to be as disgusting as Fundamentalist Right-wing Christians. And Genesis P-Orridge sits there and talks about how the human race should evolve to its next level and how a big part of that is getting rid of prejudices. I admire that about her. At least she knows where the musical imagery ends and the reality begins.
Hey Dennis,
I hope your London sojourn is going along pleasantly and that your back is improving. Safe trip back!
Last night I finished the greatest book I have ever read in my life. CƩline's "Journey to the End of the Night". I am overwhelmed beyond words. This is the book my soul has been waiting for. This is the pinnacle.
but jesse don't you see.. that IS the joke (of many) he's talking to a white supremist and dropping in lines like that from manson (i haven't seen the video you are referring to).. it's just another establishment to ferret out.. not for our gain but for his.. good for him
he's definetly a 'satanist' and if you've read the bible.. i would imagine most of the board are knowing or unknowingly satanists too
oh and i find his music boring but his taste in trash is awesome
stan i LOVELOVE that book.. i was once in a really poor part of london in the cemetry reading.. and i had these dobermans that kept hasseling me
i read the first chapter too them.. they never bothered me again
i've pissed on celine's grave.. i think he was thirsty
Hey, Dennis,
It was really great to finally meet up and put flesh and bone on to the Dennis that existed inside my head. A pleasure.
I loved Jerk, the piece was much scarier as a performance, especially the second half voices-in-head stuff. Anthony Bates eat your heart out (what a weird phrase, I'd forgotten that until now, how weird that phrase is, I mean) And it was great to be able to appreciate the work of the collaborators that you've spoken about. More pleasure.
Hope the remainder of your stay was/is good.
It's cooler today. I had a lovely swim on the heath. Even more pleasure. It's pleasureday here... Unfortch, now I have to go and do some practical real world stuff.
PS The Ishiguro I really liked were The Unconsoled and Never Let me Go. When we were Orphans wasn't nearly as good..
PPS I've written a poem inspired partly by Edward Hopper, partly by Dennis Cooper. There is one section in the centre where I can't decide on a particular word. There are two choices. I was wondering if there was any way I could ask your blog to vote. I'd have to put the poem somewhere so people could see it. One of the options is 'Dennis', the other is 'penis' (please don't take this the wrong way!) so I thought you might be interested. Not sure how this would work but thought I'd put it out there.
Anyway, hope all is well with you. Take care xp
Pau Curran, It was lovely to meet a fellow dc blogite. We never did get to talk about how frustrating the agent experience is/was. Another time maybe... But good luck and hopefully we'll meet again xp
Michael Karo, Please please please do yr Joni Mitchell day.
I've met a lot of politicians too Bernard.
They're not to be trusted for a centimeter.
Obama's hustory is in no way atypical. Workign his way fromscene to sceene, picking and choosing until he links up with the power structure (ie. those eager tomput up the money for someone they can "count on" to miantian it.) The list of his blatant lies is very long. The fact that he can look you right in the eye (as he did to that gay soon-to-be-shitcanned serviceman at the cocktail party) testifies to his sinister skill.
Hi Dennis
I was searching the Guardian website today for you hoping to find a review of Jerk. Here's what I found instead, from an interview with some band called the Big Pink:
"We'd been reading a lot about Dennis Cooper, this gay photographer, so we thought let's just be gay for a joke."
Hmm well, at least you get a sort of mention.
Ben x
Really enjoyed Jerk last night. The room had this amazing dissonant echo that made the voices of the dead kids quite spooky. I also really felt the presence of the audience and it made sense when GisĆØle said the audience was sort of a character.
Sorry I didn't show up beforehand, but they wouldn't let me in to go to the bar. I probably should have tried to persuade them, but the heat was spacing me out.
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Oh and re Boyd Rice. Here is his conception of a "joke". (he's talking about his retarded pro-rape essay 'R.A.P.E')
"I was poking a bit of fun, but it's like there's more than a grain of truth in everything I said in there. I think all the stuff I said was basically true. Which is why it's funny when it's funny. And it's why it upsets women, when it upsets women. Because, you know, they can't really deny most of that stuff. "
Yikes, I didn't know Pina Bausch died. Cafe Mueller and Nelken were mindblowing experiences for me.
I'm in Ohio for a week, back in San Francisco in time for Derek McCormack's readings. Any other weaklings planning to go?
Bill
pps Of course I meant Norman Perkins back there. hahaha. er...
What kind of cheese, Flit?
Well, I forget the exact rationalization for TG's use of Nazi imagery (as it's been awhile since I read "Wreckers of Civilization", but it seems as if the band was taking certain ideas the Nazis had and trying to put them to better uses, ie. applying the concept of discipline to areas such as the occult), but in regards to Whitehouse, while that band did use much Nazi imagery (mainly during the whole "Buchenwald"/"New Britain" period), they never claimed to be Nazis... what made it disturbing in Whitehouse's case was that they never bothered to provide an explanation for the kind of imagery/lyrics they used, which for some reason bothers a lot of people who want everything explained to them. Years down the line, Bennett pointed out with an album like "Buchenwald," there's almost no real content: it is mostly an instrumental album, and what little vocals there are are mostly vague and innocuous as it is... but just having a record entitled "Buchenwald" freaked a lot of people out.
And of course, both TG and Whitehouse were very interested in Charles Manson, so they were exploring that area well before Boyd Rice got around to it.
I think there's a world of difference between artists who use "shocking" imagery in a serious manner to get their audience to think, and those who do it simply to shock and provoke people with no serious intellectual reason. I feel that some of the bands I mention fall into the former whereas Rice falls into the latter (the same could also be said for many of the power electronics groups who came about in the wake of Whitehouse, the majority of which are rubbish IMO).
I'm about 100 pages into "Justine," which is about where I got to when I left off last time. Hopefully this time I'll get further. I always did like the character of Comte de Bressac... I enjoyed his eloquent speech on homosexuality, along with his long diatribe against religion.
Once again, David, just so it doesn't appear I'm misrepresenting myself. I sometimes discuss things here that I've heard from Hill staffers, but I do not know any politicians personally. I was talking only about meeting people who have jobs in the federal government through appointment by the present administration. The percentage of them who are politician is incredibly tiny, and I don't tend to meet them, except extremely casually and briefly. I do not want to get some kind of reputation for knowing or hanging out with people who run for elective office. I am an anarchist, after all (ahem).
tune for the weekend
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b94beDQQtWI
love to all
Was Boyd Rice always such a tool? (He's been recording for almost three decades at this point.) I remember that when Mute Records released one of his albums, their publicist found it so offensive that she refused to work on it.
DavidEhrenstein, Most definitely something that James Lewis Kraft shat out.
Well Bernard do you rememeber Allard K. Lowenstein? (go Google if you don't.) I knew his lover. He's dead too.
And speakign of politics. So what's the real story with caribou Barbie resigning?
Is she fucking Mark Sanford?
Is TODD fucking Mark Sanford?
@davidE i'm amazed you haven'nt met rice.. he could be bi but i put money on full blown gay
Dennis!
I can't possibly thank you properly for showcasing my book on the blog. It's been a huge honour. Thank you.
tomkendall -- You're a sweetie pie! The story of Coco singeing Schiaparelli is true. By which I mean: I think it's true. I've read that anecdote so many times in so many places -- it must be true, mustn't it?
DavidEhrenstein -- Lovely link!
SYpHA 69 -- Merci!
Colin -- I hope you get a belly laugh out of the book! It's a silly-assed story, to be sure.
JW Veldhoen -- Glad you got a charge out of the blog. I'm really pleased that people you know like the sounds of The Show That Smells. I don't know Christopher Moore's books -- I mean, I know of them, but I haven't read them. I always have a bunch of obsessions -- for this book they were Schiaparelli and perfume and Tod Browning movies and more -- and I try to find a plot line that can contain them all. It's a stretch. It felt like I was stuffing a Ringling Bros. show into a tepee. I liked that feeling. I also wanted to write something to impress my pal David Altmejd. I love what he does in his work and wanted to try to do something similar with words.
JoeM -- I am flattered to hell that you'd say that.
Misanthrope -- I really really really hope you liked the book!
Flit -- For you, some bats:
/^v^\ /^v^\ /^v^\ /^v^\
rigby -- I wasn't sure about the repetition, either. I'm still not sure. I thought of it as a mirror maze effect. I thought of it as an effect made by a cracked mirror maze. I thought of it as a really crackpot form of concrete poetry -- it's more like a gimmick, really. I love gimmicks. I wanted it to be annoying. It means I can't be annoyed when readers are annoyed with me.
mark -- Many thanks! I love that Tobias Wong soaked diamonds in Comme des GarƧons perfume and sold them. That turns my crank.
The Dreadful Flying Glove -- Ooooh, Nudie. I love him to little bits. The sequins, beading, embroidery -- I always felt as if he were transforming country stars into kewpie dolls. That's sort of how The Haunted Hillbilly began.
Kiddiepunk -- You know what is fantastically fine? My sister bought me a Schiaparelli hat. It's a "Cotton Candy" chapeau -- it's supposed to look like pink cotton candy. It's a bunch of folds, like a brain, or brain waves, but pink.
Bernard Welt -- Hustler? Moi? I would starve.
Pisycaca -- Let me know what you think of it!
Bill -- It would be great to see you at a San Fran reading. Please say hi to me!
Thanks again, everyone, for being so great to me. It means a lot.
Love, Derek
Derek: Oh. Slave, then.
I didn't realize how awful the fire in Camberwell was, and regret being so cheerful earlier,
but, Dennis, Jerk was amazing. Intense and stunning.
Well, OK, really, really, I don't have any connections to politicians but I've heard two stories about Sarah Palin in the last 12 hours or so:--irreconcilable or not:
1. The Vanity Fair story on her was the tip of the iceberg and Alaska isn't going to be able to ignore allegations that her husband tried to use state officials to intimidate their daughter's ex-boyfriend's family and do other personal and family business; and that--huge surprise--Palin's accounts of her personal expenses are irredeemably corrupt; and
2) Palin wants a Fox news show and has always been more interested in being a TV personality. I dunno; they could both be true, I guess.
So I got to my Chicago hotel all worn out and didn't do anything but walk around and visit Kevin. Then just before I left, I looked at a list of what was going on in town, and Stephen Malkmus and Sun 0))) were both playing gigs in Chicago last night!
I think that the interest in serial killers and Nazism is completely legitimate. But when you are claiming an interest in it(or to be a part of it) only to later claim that you were joking is completely juvenile. It'd be like, say, Dennis claiming that his interest in the taboo subject matter of the George Miles Cycle was just a joke or an attempt to be shocking. It just doesn't work that way. Real artists are interested in things for a number of different, deeper reasons. And, besides, claiming that you're a white supremacist is a little different. I mean, it'd be like me attacking a group of people (say, homosexuals) and later using the defense of "oh, I was only joking". Now, I don't find very much offensive but the white supremacy stuff is just vile. In fact, it's even worse than offensive--it's juvenile. And, frankly, pretty damn boring at this point. Now, if he was doing it to "expose" that culture or to be funny, I don't really see the need for him at all. I already know that that subculture exists.
On the other hand, there are people like Peter Sotos. I see his work as legitimate because, first of all, it is the work of someone with great talent and, second of all, it is work that truly examines the different nuances beneath all of the subject matter instead of just pulling an "Ashton Kutcher" on the subject matter and saying "hey, look, I was just joking". But, whatever. All of these people have their own place and it is just a matter of taste. I just wouldn't pay anymore attention to Boyd Rice than to Fred Phelps. And if Fred Phelps were to one day say "Hey, all of that was a big joke"--he would still be a big fucking scumbag.
Derek: Sorry I haven't mentioned it before but I am very very eager to read your book! I was already interested but this post....well, it did more than just whet my appetite! Thanks for giving us an insight into your novel. This post is going to serve as a sort of "index" when I read the book. And I am making damn sure that that is very, very soon.
I just watched the actual Palin resignation speech. Wow. I would not have thought that nervy bitch would turn out to be such a terrible liar. She is sweating bullets. Something big is going on, whether we ever find out what it is or not.
Jesse -- No need to apologize! I'm excited that you're excited to read it.
Dennis:
Welcome home - hope the trip to London was great - check Facebook for Them update
best,
Chris
How can Palin do the most damage? As a politician or pundit?
I'd like to hear a Whitehouse album with vocals taken entirely from her speeches and interviews.
steevee, well, rumor is that Whitehouse does have a female member now... I doubt it's Palin though, probably just Bennett's girlfriend.
Here's a provocative, if possibly TL,DR, essay on Michael Jackson (and Greil Marcus) by Steven Shaviro: http://www.shaviro.com/Blog/?p=767
Mccain's got a nubbin. She did him. Despite his, em... difficulty? He still blasts live rounds. Grandpa's withdrawal method was indecisive, perhaps due to Palin's well known insatiable love of seamen (Mccain was Navy, he even has gills. Little known fact. I'm not even a spook like Bernard, and I know that).
Thus Sailor McPalin, superfacist, will be born later to become the 4th President of the Unirradiated Zone, what was Hackensack. The whole thing is like the Terminator movies, she knows what the future has in store. So do I. Just wait.
Great post three days ago. I'm going to add to the questions and ask what Tom did: did Coco really light Schiwhatever on fire?
Heh, Dennis you don't seem to be fond of the threesome ones. I like Splendor but it's probably his weakest film, no doubt.
Yeah, Hustler White was better than The Revolution Is My Boyfriend but it wasn't great. It kind of had a John Waters feel, if John Waters made a semi- porno with a much tamer feel than his other works. I'll check out Otto, or try to, but I'm thinking Bruce LaBruce isn't for me.
Well the nosebleed that came from nowhere stopped but I still feel like shit, for some reason. I don't know. I'm sick of being sick. I think I've said that quite a few times before, maybe not here maybe so, but it's true.
I finished Bright Lights, Big City and while the writing was good I just stopped caring about anything happening to the main character. He was too much of a fuck up and when his sob story came it was a little too late for me. I do still want to read McInerary (that is probably wrong, but the book is already shelved and I'm too lazy to look it up)'s other books. At least Story of My Life. If that sucks too, I'm done.
I haven't done anything the past three days. I felt so bad that the one time Valentine did text me I was too tired to give a fuck. Slept, mainly. I enjoy sleeping even though I haven't had a good dream in weeks. My life just sucks right now. But see, there was optimism in that negative statement, because if I had left out the 'right now' it would've seemed like I am under the impression my life will always suck. I am (obviously) one of those people that read way too much into what people say/type.
I started Don't Cry today and I'm already loving it, which is good as the past few books I've read have been kind of meh. There was one sentence that I had to stop and reread about four times it was so well written.
So now that my bitching is basically done, how are you enjoying London? And I never knew you traveled so much. That's pretty cool. Where has been your favorite place so far this year?
Derek McCormack, what a great day. I have the book on my nightstand waiting for me and I'm really looking forward to it - it's been there for a week or two right atop "The Haunted Hillbilly". I've kind of been saving it for this road trip but I'm not so sure anymore I think I'll read it tomorrow. Anyway, I love how you write.
Dennis, how was London? Well, I'm sure you will tell us all. That's so cool that you downloaded my albums, I hope you like them. Oh, and yah I know those guys weren't escorts, but I guess my mind just jumped to the escort idea I had earlier. Maybe that was because I find the whole slave idea so scary and yet have always been fascinated by it - maybe making myself think of it in a pay-for-play context is easier for me? I have a splitting headache and don't remember what my original aim was in asking. But thanks for trying to answer my weird question. Oh 'what the heck fest' is this three day think in Anacortes, Washington put on by Phil Elverum - or at least he's the guy answering their email. Mt. Eerie, Wolves In the Throne Room, Mirah (!) and a bunch of other Anacortes (and only Anacortes) bands are playing. The premise is about getting together and positivity or something, their opening line is, "A what the heck manifesto embraces the ethics and aesthetics of ambiguity." There's also going to be a city-wide rummage sale happening at the same time.
Hey, It's Sat morning.
Slightly worried that what I asked re the vote on the poem might seem a bit odd. Hope you're not offended. When I go running I get lots of writing ideas, some q weird. I still would be interested in doing it but que sera etc. Let me know what you think.
Also thanks for TSTS day. It is/was great.
Cheers.
Oh and I like Boyd Rice. I think his early albums are wonderful, so was his coloboration with Coil. And actually I have a soft spot for pretty much all his stuff, including those 'Boyd Rice Presents...' cds. I would love to read about the period when him and Michael Moynhian lived together.
I also really like Death In June, anyone else here a fan of Death In June? I know there aren't many Boyd/NON fans here.
Jesse, I think you made some really great points - and I'm not about to - but anyway I just wanted to say that I don't think that Boyd is a fake. There are things about him that I don't like (see Rollerderby)... but he addressed that somewhat when he admitted to his biggest regret being not having spent enough time with his son.
Holy shit an interview??? That's so awesome! What was the interview for? Fuck, thanks so much Dennis. :)
I think I'd do both. Have some of the more electronic-y stuff pre-recorded, and for the rest just try and get a whole band to do it with me.
Alright I got a killer headache, Hope that London was great and that everything is well! :)
Oh yeah I can't wait to read this book. You-x got it last week, and it looked fantastic.
Dennis, OH, I forgot to mention I finished 'Ugly Man' the other day. Of course... I really enjoyed it. I especially like the last piece, it totally was both laugh out loud funny and delightful as well as transcendent. I think it was what you were going for right? I mean dealing with your themes with humor... and yet still giving me that wonderful feeling I love about your fiction.
Hey Dennis,
i hope London and Jerk was phantastic!
You are totally right in what you said about my move to Berlin - at the moment i feel like freeing myself.
Yesterday i saw Allroh. This woman plays guitar like hell. Steve Albini took her as a support for Shellac. Damn it was nice and had really an impact. She was totally out of place at this rock and independent festival.
While reading the discussion about Rice/NON i was thinking about a few questions. As we know some Black Metal have/had a ambivalent image in that direction. German/ Third Reich song titles, only-the-strong-survive-stuff, fascist philosophy. Do they just play with it? Is it a joke? Are they that stupid? Does this (dangerous) image help BM a lot (in the beginning)? As we all know: churches were burned, people were murdered etc. Do people think: This is really dangerous, provocative stuff? Like "i am no fascist but but i like extreme music and stuff and this is extreme".
Well.... i dont know!
bye!!
P.S.
While i am writing this i see that the word verification down below is "hetrad" - an inverted "hatred".
Is this a sign?
Jesse Hudson: I agree with you completely
uli: I know what you mean about Black Metal. I feel I can totally disregard Boyd Rice because he's such a git, but I listen to Burzum. I mean, Varg Vikernes' ideology is just as idiotic as BR's, and that kind of Ubermensch bollocks is standard in the Black Metal scene (because they are mostly aggressive nerds). I think my justification could be (not even sure that I need one tbh) is that it's like Gangsta Rap. It's fiction. This is kind of a cop-out because why can't I same the same thing for Boyd Rice? I suppose because even though I don't find it necessary - or even desirable - to agree with everything an artist says, there are people who are just loathsome cunts and it's important to be able to distinguish them.
(two examples:
1. William Burroughs was an awful misogynist whose views on women I find repugnant but I have no problem saying I admire his work.
2. Bono is most likely a "nice guy" but is quite clearly a cunt and deserves to fuck off.)
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