Some given quantity (and quality beat mere quantity) of you knows that I will be included in a fantastic "LITERARY" Dark Fiction Collection,
I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD . . . Well there' a great site up:
Lots of people are talking about moving to Canada from the US. This is even better-- Go to WWW.ICANTASTEHEBLOOD.GREYMATTERPRESS.COM
[Extraneous Rabelaisian New Yorker SCREED--- skip if you like and just read the end of this post . . . but, Your God, definitely not mine, man, but doesn't that word "LITERARY" just stink to high hell like the fucking perfumed wigs they wear in Britain's parliament to this day, and Lacrosse sweaters tied around some moccasin-wearing Jackass' neck, and mindless worship of "memoirs" over invented narratives, and unquestionable devotion to Henry James and James Joyce even though they're so boring ("Turn of the Screw" and "The Dead" being their respective exceptions), and cock-tailers (Good one, I'm adding that to my notes) who chat about all those authors of White Middle-Class Grief, I'm not naming names because it's a waste of ink if you print this; and worst of all doesn't that word remind you . . . Well, it reminds ME of PROFESSORS who teach writing (THAT'S A GOOD ONE! First Lesson-- Let's sit in a circle and share constructive feedback...like it's a self-help group . . . Jesus all you need's a diary for that, or be in AAA or something) and these professors think it's a big deal to have smelled one of Norman Mailer's farts once . . . it was steak, bloody rare . . . and only goes into "mere fantasy" if it's Borges or Saramago, or Italo Calvino--All great writers, btw--but only them and "that" crowd,, etc. . . .P.S.-- if anyone knows of any open writing teaching positions, please let me know, I'm game.
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--As I was saying, a I will soon be appearing in a truly, non-ironic, non-stupid, but TRULY LITERARLLY LITERARY DARK COLLECTION of FIVE NOVELLAS, called I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD and edited by Grey Matter Press whizzes Anthony Rivera and John F.D. Taff.
PLEASE VISIT WWW.ICANTASTETHEBLOOD.GREYMATTERPRESS.COM
Go frequently, like a semi-automatic American shooting or a man with prostrate troubles whose stream has devolved in mere drops.
It is an AWESOME website frequently updated with new content. And there's a BLOG OF BLOOD (So Spider-Baby!) where each of the five scribes, well, blog--so as to talk about themselves and the book and---NO, IT'S NOT LIKE A MEMOIR! That much I swear (If I ever did swear, that is. It's bad etiquette).
At WWW.ICANTASTETHEBLOOD.GREYMATTERPRESS.COM WARNING: the text in the paragraph after this one is a different color than the preceding ones, and I have no idea why, but who cares? I always say, when offered to accept a weird proposition: "You had me at Who Cares?"
You can learn more about the AUTHORS (Including PHOTOS, so you can have your favorite I Can Taste The Blood author like how everyone has a favorite Beatle--Mine's George, btw--or print me and hang me up on a wall and throw darts at that dark shadow under my lower lip, drop me in the toilet and snap pics of "the Author" riding your turd or sinking into your (hopefully) honey-golden piss, or catch my photo's diminishing mid-flush surprise-- You get the picture . . . )
FOUR OF THE AUTHORS ARE MORE TALENTED THAN I AM AND YOU SHOULD READ THE BOOK IF ONLY FOR THEIR CONTRIBUTIONS (Well OK I think I am worth reading sometimes, let's be honest and call a bolus a bolus, if I'm a bolus, I'm a fine bolus):
2...J. Daniel Stone!
4...Erik T. Me (Johnson to you, Mister)!
5...John F.D. Taff (John to me!)
VISIT FREQUENTLY, LIKE AN INDIVIDUAL BORN INTO A HIGHLY ORTHODOX RELIGIOUS GROUP GOES TO A MEATPACKING DISTRICT TRANSVESTITE BAR JUST TO STAND IN THE CORNER AND WATCH. GO LIKE A LOSER MAKING THE LINE FOR COFFEE LONGER AS HE RATTLES OFF 1,000 DIFFERENT LOTTERY NUMBERS FOR THE GUY BEHIND THE COUNTER.
What is this font color? Forest Green. Gangrene would be cool