If I live long enough, I would like to write a little more about the following: All the interesting stuff at Montevidayo, especially by Johannes Goransson and Joyelle McSweeney, and especially Joyelle’s idea of the “Necropastoral” (also here and here and….) At HTML Giant, gift-to-our-species Kyle Minor (see “Reading as a Comfort“) writes about Joyelle McSweeney’s chapbook, titled Necropastoral (Spork Press, 2011), and discusses the genre “invented” not long ago by McSweeney, now spreading like an airborne virus. Perhaps most appealing to me is Joyelle’s idea of the “Loser Occult,” which she deploys not at Montevidayo but at 2nd Avenue Poetry. Even though it’s not poetry. Or is it? It just so happens that Joyelle has also asked me to write a few words for Montevidayo on the topic of genre (which, of course, I am weeks behind in doing–just as I am weeks behind in sending a letter to Brenda Iijima, who made my month (a month ago) with a kind letter and who also has a new book in the making with Interbirth Books. I would also like to write something about Johannes’ forthcoming book with Tarpaulin Sky Press, Entrance to a colonial pageant in which we all begin to intricate. (See Christopher Higgs: What is Experimental Literature? w/ Johannes Göransson.) Elsewhere Johannes discusses “corridoricity” in Twin Peaks and elsewhere, which reminds me a bit of that dream I mentioned in that essay for Noah Saterstrom’s DVD. One of the few other things I’m reading right now, that isn’t written by psychologists or sociologists, is the final issue of Blake Butler’s Lamination Colony. Blake has made the physical act of reading it as painful as much of its contents, which will make a masochist out of you, and quick-like. Even Vanessa Place has work in the issue–Vanessa whose book, The Guilt Project: Rape, Morality, and Law is a touchstone for my own guilt project. Highly recommended. All of the above.Nor would I mind discussing Muthafucka #2, edited by Mitch Taylor, even though it’s, like, almost a year old now and will probably be #3 before I get to it. Moreover, I’m stoked to see that my only friend who enjoys long walks with serial killers and consults with law enforcement to fix botched investigations (and I wish I knew more!), John Philpin has a new crime novel, Bad Dog, forthcoming from GenPop Books. Are serial killers monsters you ask? Or just murderous losers? Well, perhaps skipping over to Big Other and reading Elaine Castillo’s “You don’t know if you’re creating a monster” will help. It won’t, because it’s not “about” serial killers, but it’s more than worth reading, as it grafts Derrida onto Castillo’s paranormal experiences and in the process invokes the hybrid seer and monstrous poet-who-doesn’t-write-poems, Bhanu Kapil (whose life-changing Humanimal is also one of the books I discuss in my contribution to A Megaphone). I don’t know Elaine Castillo, but I’m sure happy to have discovered her essay–as I was to discover Kyle Minor’s beautiful but heartbreaking examination of absence–“suicides and untimely deaths of friends and family”–“Reading as Comfort,” at HTML Giant. Clicking through the Giant you’ll likely stumble upon a post called “The expurgation of the clitoris in the diary of Anne Frank,” a shoutout to Elizabeth Hall’s “The Clitoris and a Partial History of ‘Tiny Revolts‘” over at the blog from Les Figues Press, who not only publishes some of my favorite authors, but is responsible for the very first book in the numbing bibliography for my book about Jeremy. . . . Yes, none other than Urs Allemann’s Babyfucker.
And I’m done.