The dingy bathroom he used when he woke up to take a piss was attached to his bedroom, and one thing in it stuck out: the clean glistening mirror. It was the kind of thing only he could half-understand, why he would clean the entire bathroom very seldom yet clean the mirror daily. He saw that his hair was greasy and matted to his forehead; instead of showering, he wanted to sleep more. He had the look of someone who’d been sleeping a long time yet wasn’t done.
Archive for May 2009
Fucked Word Things
In Poetry on 26 May, 2009fucking words things
words, fucking each other
words fucking themselves
words looking at other words, thinking about fucking them
words thinking about other words while fucking themselves
words thinking about other words fucking themselves
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Smoking with Camus
In Process on 18 May, 2009How do you write?
Writers are often asked about why they write, but often I find myself more interested in how they write.
By ‘writer’, I mean a person who writes quite simply because they have to. They write because it’s a part of how they interact with the world. It’s as much a part of them as their freckles or perversions; it’s what they do.
Check, please?
In Fiction on 2 May, 2009Franz Kafka awoke one morning to find himself unpublished. This wasn’t much news to his family, who enjoyed passive-aggressively broaching upon his lack of literary prospects, with respect to his sister Ottla, a notable online writer. He had difficulty rolling off his back. What he thought was exoskeleton was just crust from a night of drooling. He was not looking forward to breakfast.
Jimmy Chen is pensive in bed
In Interviews on 2 May, 2009Jimmy Chen is the swoonsome grey matter behind Typewriter — a ticklish new, modern magic (but not in a corny way) selection of little-in-size-not-content stories recently published by Magic Helicopter Press.
I cunningly convinced Jimmy to let me interview him, and I didn’t even have to show him my boobs. Score.
Best Screenplay
In Fiction on 2 May, 2009Oscar remembers only two things about Dr. Weisman’s office: a framed print of a watercolor depicting a nautical scene, and a tissue box with horribly rendered flowers.
– How was your weekend? Dr. Weisman asks.