February 2012
4 posts
“…in the cunt of evenings gore.” - Sean Kilpatrick, Fuckscapes”
– This phrase should be a part of the human lexicon.
It seemed Important
Or least that’s my conclusion as I typed such a thing out.
A note to myself, saved to a desktop and synced to another device:
“Pussy ham lions of the next county.”
January 2012
9 posts
What I Did Today (in no particular order)
The fucker just flew on by. Time is no longer swaying. It gave up singing years ago, now time erupts in an endless thrust. I smoked a bowl. A Damien Jurado song lamented its tale in the chorus: “Tomorrow we will drive/To North California state line/If you call off the guns/I’ll call off the dogs.” I played it three times. A song by Converge screamed out: “In new day dreams...
On The Lessons...
The wonderful (begin with flattery when possible) Roxane Gay wrote a great, and boldly honest, piece at HTMLGIANT about what she’s learned running a micropress. I’ve never been a fan of that defining term micropress though it does sprinkles the same idea of an “indie record label” vs a “record label”: this shit is getting done by a few, if not one.
She...
A Hobo and Two Chapbooks
The xTx and Frank Hinton chapbooks have been unveiled in a pre-order form. I’ll be packing and shipping them on the 31st. I know my future and am content with this.
There is a bundle pack, it can bring joy to your heart. I breathe truth in those words despite claims of research and data that purchasing consumption does not lead to an ultimate joy. I am the naysayer.
Today a seemingly...
The Bastard Preaches
I have a monthly column.
It’s called From Pastor to Bastard.
You can read it over at Atlanta is Burning.
I Confess My Sins With A Sneer And No Disgust
Last week I read as part of a reading dubbed The Holiday Hangover. Before the bands readers were to converge on the end of the holiday season with might and fury and look back at holiday season with a vengeful eye. The piece I read was one for the assholes and embracers of laughing at darkness.
I felt I needed to soften the crowd for my big bummer, so I confessed that my holidays are doomed as...
Award Winning
I can now say that Safety Third Enterprises has put out an award winning chapbook. So much love is lasered to both Frank Hinton and xTx.
December 2011
7 posts
2 tags
“Tragedy is the reminder of human helplessness. Tragedy invents God everywhere it...”
– From ‘Paradise’ by Sabrina Murray. New York Tyrants Vol. 3 Num. 3. Eat with your eye brains.
Grow In Pestilence
A man breed of intrepid veins breathes air different then our own. His lungs never cease, only choosing to rest in a coil when everything has become ash. We walk. We talk. We react. He constructs bridges for burning and plants folly for others to endure.
A conquer of his time he screams lullabies in his sleep as a woman stares into the abyss.
A Holiday Death Knell, More Words & Music
In the eyes of the calendar January 6th is the final day to be named under the winter holiday.
In Atlanta a Holiday Hangover is to occur.
Words. Music. Peppermint debauchery seasoned with blood stares into the new year.
I will be reading with John Carroll, Davy Minor, Jayne O’Connor, Laura Straub from Vouched, and the always mesmerizing Ben Spivey.
Music will come from Book Club, el Fossil,...
The New Words for Guns
This is a new look for this blog.
I needed a change. Something with less clutter. Something that didn’t make my head twist and my brain contort as I gazed into the future prospects of the site.
There is still some changes and items to be constructed.
Today I saw someone that I was pretty sure had… well I want to say famous but that seems off placed from the reality. Famous means you can wave...
