Saturday, May 5, 2012

Spotlight on ... Kevin Killian Spreadeagle (2012)

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'Kevin Killian's prose is not an easy read. One fastens their seat belt against the cinematic force of associations as they collide full frontal with the emotional charge of a disorientingly fetishized material culture. Narrative through broken remembrance becomes allegory which destroys carnal catharsis to bring about a hallucinatory and often transcendent literary experience.' -- The Apartment


'I started writing Spreadeagle in 1990 and at the time it was the era of Act Up, Queer Nation and it was kind of an AIDS novel, or rather an activist novel. I was thinking of Sarah Schulman’s book, People in Trouble. That kind of became my model for a smart way of dealing with AIDS. But basically, I wrote quite a bit of it and I ran off track – Some other projects came up. All the time, the book in my head was germinating.

'Basically the problem was I didn’t know how it was going to end – or even what the middle part was going to be. Instead of grafting on some artificial developments, I said, “I’ll just wait till it emerges in my dreams,” the way that my poetry does and my stories do. And that did take a lot longer than I thought. I kept going back to Spreadeagle and it really became two novels in one, one ends and the second part begins. But finally, by the time the year 2000 appeared, I didn’t want it to be a novel set in 1990. I wanted it to be contemporary. So a lot of the plot elements had to change – it’s like every year that it took me longer to write, I lost a couple chapters at the beginning! I’d just chop them off and start somewhere down the pipe.

'It became a novel about a glittering kind of A-gay social world in San Francisco, where I live, a social comedy. And part two was going to be the horror of existence. It takes place in a tiny little town in the central valley—a real one horse town where methamphetamine is the main industry, you know, supplanted by fetish pornography. Those were my subjects, so it was grim. Grim grim grim…. Everything about it was grim. A lot of deaths and a lot of crime and a lot of action. So, finally, I wrapped it up two years ago and found a very supportive editor, Don Weiss, and under his tutelage I finished the book, so I remain grateful to him. Now it’s going to be published by another publishing house called Publication Studio in Portland, Oregon.

'I think at some point (while writing it) I became aware of myself less as a writer and more as an artist. That doesn’t make any sense to say that, but I think maybe you know what I’m talking about. At some point I realized there wasn’t any point in me trying to be the new Henry James, Marcel Proust or William Faulkner. Living in California, I think, helped this. California is like the home of failure, I suppose. Not only failure, but contingency, accidents and things falling apart, so that the best writing and art from here has always been… well… kind of half-assed – in the best sense! I realized it didn’t matter if something was good or not. It just had to be sufficiently gestural. And then I’d be satisfied with it. I don’t know if that made me a better writer, to realize that, but it made me a more confident one. And probably it made me more willing to try more things, too.' -- Kevin Killian, Lambda Literary



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Further

Kevin Killian Homepage @ EPC
Kevin Killian's Amazon reviews
Kevin Killian's articles @ Fanzine
Kevin Killian's posts @ SFMOMA's 'Open Space'
Kevin Killian's Website (Coming Soon)
Podcast: Kevin Killian on NPR's 'Bookworm'
Kevin Killian's 'Long Ago Tomorrow'
Kevin Killian's 'Titles of a Silent Film'
Kevin Killian's Favorite Things of 2011
Kevin Killian 'Posthumously Published Novel Fragments'
Kevin Killian's 'Kylie Minogue and the Ignorance of the West'
Kevin Killian @ goodreads
Kevin Killian interview
Buy 'Spreadagle' @ Publication Studio




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Extras


Kevin Killian reads 'Is It All Over My Face?'


Kevin Killian on Margot Kidder


Kevin Killian reads at The Condensery (Part 1)


Kevin Killian on Big Red



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Interview
from The L Magazine





For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what's the most accurate thing someone else has said about it?

Kevin Killian: Dennis Cooper wrote that "Kevin Killian is the greatest unsung genius in contemporary American literature." Part of me thinks, "That seems about right," but of course he is being very very kind.

What have you read/watched/listened to/looked at/ate recently that will permanently change our readers' lives for the better?

KK: I've read the new biography of Sybil Thorndike (A Star of Life, by Jonathan Croall)—it's cool; I've watched the film (Untitled), a biting satire of the contemporary art world; I've listened to Glen Campbell's 1964 single "Guess I'm Dumb," written and produced by Brian Wilson; I've looked at the giant monograph the Philadelphia Museum put out on Duchamp's Etant Donnes; I've eaten a new kind of supposedly organic marshmallow—and most of these things I've reviewed on Amazon, where I maintain my originary status as one of Amazon's top 100 reviewers more or less by telling what I think about everything.

Whose ghostwritten celebrity tell-all (or novel) would you sprint to the store to buy (along with a copy of The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius so that the checkout clerk doesn't look at you screwy)?

KK: L Magazine's readers keen on the poet Jack Spicer (1925-1965) might queue up for the 1961 memoir Twelve Dead Geese by Eugene de Thassy. 12DG is the heartwarming story of a Hungarian boy's flight from Communist tyranny into a postwar Paris filled with glamour, gorgeous women, and geese, and it was partially written by Spicer during a period of poverty De Thassy's handouts helped to alleviate. (What a sentence!) Some of it has that Unbearable Lightness of Being charm to it. But De Thassy wasn't a celebrity per se, so let me think again. Oh! I understand that Raquel Welch is coming out with a tell-all memoir. I'll vote for that, she is a goddess.

Have you ever been a Starving Artist, and did it make you brilliant, or just hungry?

KK: I'm old enough to remember the days when one could pay the rent in a horrid Manhattan apartment merely by selling one's blood. The blood banks wouldn't let you come in more than once a week, but there were four of them in a neat ring all around Times Square, so you could rotate and go four times a week, eating lots of doughnuts in between. It didn't make me brilliant, but I was very light-headed.

What would you characterize as an ideal interaction with a reader?

KK: A reader in the Midwest read my story, "Spurt," that's in Impossible Princess, when it first appeared in an anthology Michael Lowenthal edited. Some time later Michael forwarded me a letter of complaint from the reader. He (Midwestern guy) had been on a public bus going to work, reading Michael's anthology, and my story grew so grotesque and upsetting that he, an epileptic, had thrown a fit and wound up wetting the pants of his best suit. Now he wanted his dry-cleaning bill paid. To this day I rate that bill as the zenith of interactivity with my readers.

Have you ever written anything you'd like to take back?

KK: Ha, I was tricked once by a print arts journal whose editors asked the contribitors to submit our "juvenilia. It was all going to be good fun. Was I ever shocked to see that every one of the contributors, but me, chose to regard as their juvenilia their very first poem they got published in The New Yorker or whatever, whereas the editors printed a facsimile version of a "novel" my cousin and I wrote when we were eight and nine years old. It was called Purple Death. Who looked sillier then? But I guess I wouldn't not have wanted to have written Purple Death, so let me think about this regret thing some more. Didn't Chaucer ultimately recant the Canterbury Tales? Maybe our older selves should be forcibly removed from our younger selves, to protect all parties.



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My Little Red Book





'For his photo project My Little Red Book Kevin Killian presents a slice of his social circle, a self-actualized avant-garde that embraces artists of every variety. Shocked into production when he realized, after her death, that he had no photographs of Kathy Acker, Killian set about shooting everybody in his sphere. The accumulated archive presented here in a brief sampling is an astonishing view into the collaborative community and influential individuals that make up Kevin's world. Like the narrator of the great Burt Bacharach song (1965), Killian frantically thumbs through his little red book, "from A to Z", seeking to find a replacement for loss and absence. In a way the project is a portrait of the artist as an exceptional man, through the artistic associations pictured in his photographic address book.' -- The Apartment





The Sleep of Lonely Christopher


1559 Pacific Avenue, San Francisco, where Elizabeth Bishop lived 1968-1970


Justin Hall with Pettibon genitalia


The Gaze of Mary Gaitskill


The Mouth of Simon Fujiwara



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Book

Kevin Killian Spreadeagle
Publication Studio

'New Narrative pioneer Kevin Killian's novel, Spreadeagle, has been two decades in the making. Skating nimbly over the vast surface of pop history through a forest of movie stars, pop sensation, and dazzling social technologies, Killian undoes the ties that bind a half-dozen Californian men -- Daniel Isham, the powerful, popular gay novelist; Kit Kramer, his insecure activist boyfriend; Daniel's father, Ralph Isham, the world-renowned poet who haunts him in death; Eric Avery, the Duchamp-loving twink who wins Kit's heart; and the shadowy Radley brothers, Adam and Gary, who destroy them all. This is the great gay novel that America has been waiting for.

'Publication Studio's Fellow Travelers series extends the pioneering work of Paris-based Olympia Press's Traveller's Companion series of the 1950s and '60s, which published work that had been banned or censored through moralistic prohibition. Our series presents great new work that has been effectively "censored" by the market. In our day, the market is the definitive censor. The Fellow Travelers series proudly presents great work that the market has not endorsed, but that we believe in.' -- Publication Studio


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Excerpt

Tumultuous applause -- cries of "Bravo!" -- some fervent souls dabbing their eyes with Kleenex, heavy sniffling -- for Danny Isham has just concluded a reading. Preening, flushed, he turns his head this way, that, to acknowledge this intense reception and to provide photographers with what he considers his best angle, his right. Rows and rows of chairs filled with fans. Plastic bottle of mineral water on the podium. He closes the book and grins, blood rushing to his temples. One man instantly runs forward, ahead of the pack, but a security guard hauls him back. Everybody loves Rick and Dick, or so it sometimes seems, especially on a crisp winter afternoon in the early 1990s, in San Francisco, in a large bookstore on Van Ness Avenue near the Opera House. Now the air's alive with noise. Sizable piles of Wanted tower atop shelves, ladders, tables, arranged in zigzags by some demented bookstore queen who loves DNA spirals. Danny takes off his Armani glasses, folds them up, folds his hands, bows his head, lets the last dying waves of applause sink in, refreshing as a warm shower. His manager, Gina Kawani, confers with the bookstore owners hovering in a little knot by the register. She gives him the old thumbs up sign, and he winks back.

On an easel beside the sales counter, the blowup of the promotional art for the new book -- the book he's just finished reading from -- announces to all the slightly different direction he's taken with the Rick and Dick books. Glossy, raised letters spelling his name, and that high-tech New Age aura font -- the font Kit calls "Deepak Chopra." The Rick and Dick books are heartwarming, why try to avoid that? This font addresses that head-on. The bookstore owner clears her throat and addresses the crowd. "I don't think we have time for any questions today, but do come up and meet the author, San Francisco's own Daniel Isham. He will sign copies of his new novel, the book you've just heard a smidgen from -- Wanted."

Kit sits frozen in his inconspicious chair way in the back of the mob. From this distance Danny's face looks like a bottlecap, but he knows that look and dreads it like poison. Christ! he prays, uselessly. Oh, Christ, don't let him -- he's going to --

Danny takes up the microphone again. "I'd like to thank my very special man, who's with us this afternoon. Mr. Kit Kramer."

"Are you Rick or are you Dick?" says an ugly dweeb guy who's trying to grow his first mustache. Looks like Steve Buscemi, but young -- 18? 19? Like Kit hasn't heard this question oh, about ten thousand times before. Dweeb thinks it's an original, though: look at him smirk, look at the lights glancing off his spectacles. There's always one or two of these boys, who come to each reading to sneer, like Rick and Dick aren't radical enough for them, they want Danny to be like David Wojnarowicz or someone, or or formally challenging, like, mmm, whoever. Punks who come to show off. Dweeb's probably a big star on the alt.kill.rick.and.dick. newsgroup.

"What?" Kit says, acting retarded.

"Are you Rick or Dick? You're Kit Kramer, aren't you?"

Kit reaches up slightly and takes Dweeb's big white hand. Dweeb starts nervously like a Shetland pony. Kit presses the hand down to his crotch. wraps the hand around a large protuberance. "What's the question?" he whispers.

An earnest Stephen Sondheim lookalike asks if he can shake Kit's hand. "The Rick and Dick books are so special," he says, all sad eyes and salt-and-pepper hair–he's like a sleek older terrier. "Did you know, Rick and Dick were originally to be called 'Tommy' and 'Terry'?" A little laugh -- of regret? -- escapes his lips. "And my name is Tommy Terry! Wouldn't that have been an icebreaker?"

Dweeb boy finally wriggles his hand out from around Kit's cock, his blushes mounting furiously, his earlobes bright red, like drops of blood. "Fuck you," he snarls, forgetting his cool.

"What's the question?" Kit says. Christ, how he hates these events! Sondheim is carrying a whole stack of Danny's books and he's heading for the back of the line. To get them signed. Looks like he's got them all, even the ultra-rare first volume, written way before Danny had any idea of becoming America's best loved gay male author, a book never reprinted, Rick Gives Dick HIV for Xmas. Sondheim taps its spine. "Pricey," he notes, and rolls his eyes. "Just try to find it mint!"

Danny put on his practiced, enigmatic smile, the one he uses for bookstore interviews. "I don't really want to talk about my father," says Danny carefully, opening wide his large blue eyes. He looks candid, like a big Faberge egg. But it's just an act. "Let me say just this: my father was a great poet, while who am I? A mere storyteller."

"It's an honorable trade," says the interviewer.

"But it's not Arcadia, is it?" replies Danny, with a wry twist of his lips.

"You dedicated your reading tonight to your father's memory. Did the two of you reconcile before his death?"

For Christ's sake, he feels like screaming, I told you no questions about my father! Instead he lowers his eyelashes and stares wistfully at her shoes, which are a bit scuffed, she's not really a pro.

The publisher's rep jumps in, about fucking time. "Danny's a great performer, isn't he? He gives and gives to an audience like no one I've seen since, hm, Robert Bly."

Interviewer (chastened): "Will PBS be making another 'Rick and Dick' sequel?"

"Gina can probably fill you in on that," says the publisher's rep, smoothly. "Gina Ezawa, Lita Talbot." He turns to Danny and whispers, "I love coming to San Francisco. Right smack dab in the middle of all these multi-markets."

"And all these men," Danny says automatically.

"How is your darling little girl?" asks Lita Talbot, pencil skidding across a pad.

"Oh," says Danny, surprised. "We don't have her any more!" To promote the last book, Needed, which dealt humorously with Rick and Dick's extended San Francisco family, Danny and Kit had brought a little girl into their house, a girl from the Army Street Projects, and actually started adoption procedures. "I'm glad we're past all those tiresome identity politics, and people are starting to realize that yes, two gay men can give an African-American child both a loving home and a working knowledge of her culture!" All that expense and those Nina Simone, Scott Joplin CDs, that nice Library of America Zora Neale Hurston. And those batiq dropcloths for the bedroom, like The Cosby Show. And rap. And then the girl's mother claims she's cured of crack and wants her daughter back, this totally Halle Berry move, and that was that, good-bye, T'neisha. "She's no longer with us," Danny says, with his tightest and saddest smile. "But I don't really want to talk about my daughter, what did you think about Wanted, Lita?" Lita looks Jewish, he decides. "Tell me, what did you think about the matzoh-making episode?" Rick and Dick in a big flour-less kitchen, tossing wisecracks back and forth and trying to make a very special Hanukkah for a recently bereaved and totally cute gay rabbinical student from Haifa. Who doesn't feel wanted.

"I could have died," Lita swears. "You go, girl!"

On Van Ness Avenue the dweeb boy stands at the bus stop, his hands pulled tightly into his pockets. Cold air is creeping from the Bay too slowly to be called "wind," but it sneaks in everywhere. Little by little Eric Avery relaxes the stolen book out from under his navy peacoat and cracks it open to its title page.

"Do you have a pen?" he asks an elderly Iranian woman, who's sitting on one of the black rubber bricks, mounted to metal, that MUNI provides as seats to its patrons. She's bundled up in what appears to be a hot pink Hefty bag, and sports ear muffs, made out of pink fur, so maybe that's why she doesn't answer. Look at her, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead, maybe she thinks the Ayatollah's still barking orders at her back in some Teheran back room. "Ma'am, a pen?" he says again, then gives up, walking stiffly back into the bookstore and buying a pen. $2.89 for this simple little pen. Outside he composes a long inscription to himself on the flyleaf of Wanted. "For Eric Avery, who has the looks and charm of a David Hockney painting," he scribbles, then draws a big heart, flower, and star. Avery lights a cigarette, proud of his work, and leans, book tucked under his arm, against the plastic bus shelter. There's a big poster of the conductor Michael Tilson Thomas there: "MTT," it reads, like some international conglomerate. Avery squints at MTT's glamorous, ascetic face. He looks awfully pleased about something.

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p.s. RIP Adam Yauch. So sad. Anyway, ugh, hey. So, this weekend's post is a big one for me. The great Kevin Killian has been working on the spotlit novel for about twenty years, and I've been watching and waiting for it all that time. If memory serves, I included a piece of 'Spreadeagle' in an anthology I edited almost twenty years ago. It's been through all kinds of travails, from some difficulties on the writing end that Kevin mentions up above to some real bad luck with publishers that collapsed before the book was released, but, finally, here it is in all its multitudinous glory thanks to Matthew Stadler's awesome, innovative press Publication Studio. I'm thrilled and honored to lend my little blog's platform to the celebrations. ** Charlie m., Hey there, Charlie! Hecker with a T. totally is great. I've never had the chance to see him perform live. I don't think he gets to Paris much, which is odd considering that a lot of his musical compadres so often do. You good, working on stuff, feeling all right? ** L@rstonovich, Hey! I keep forgetting to try to snag that Brautigan bio. I just wrote it down 'on a napkin', so hopefully that'll help. You sound like you're thinking and doing the right thing with your novel. Shifting and fiddling and chiseling, but not doing that 'it's not Shakespeare' self-flaggelating number that kills so many awesome writers in the crib. My attitude is always that I'm going to take it to the limit of where I am in my talent and development and then let it go. Each novel is both a full-fledged project and a step forward. Yeah, man, keep that attitude going, I say. Yeah, make me a Day, very cool, thank you! And much love back to you, L. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, David. The Le Pen loonies would go for Sarkozy because he has basically become Le Pen's mouthpiece in his severely desperate attempt to hold on to power. I don't think much of what is going on here is making it overseas, or at least not in any detail, but, for instance, at his last rally yesterday, he went off on this paranoid, seething rant about how the entire French press and media is involved in a vast conspiracy against him, which lead to a number journalists at the rally being attacked and beaten up and called 'collaborators' by Sarkozy's followers. His response to that: 'It's understandable'. He has turned into a total fear mongering, racism-spouting monster in these last days, and the Le Pen followers seem to be buying it because in the last 48 hours he has managed to narrow the polling gap with Hollande to a sliver. So, the election tomorrow has become very nerve wracking. If Sarkozy wins, there could easily be mass rioting, and, if he loses, the party tomorrow night will be one for the ages. Wish us luck, if you don't mind. That piece in the LA Review of Books is a mixed bag, some pretty good analysis, and some interpretations that are quite off the mark. Anyway, interesting to read that, thank you. ** Alan, Hey. Oh, great, about David's 'Clue' poem. Do hook me up. Yes, I saw that you posted David's and my collab poem the other day, and I've meant to say wow and thanks. I hadn't seen it in ages. Boy, the rhythm in that poem is ugly, ha ha, but, yeah, it has its moments. I've hardly ever written collab poems, and I wish I had done that more. Two with David, one or two with Bob Flanagan, and a very long collab poem with Tim Dlugos that I remember being actually quite good, but we wrote it as gift for a friend then gave it to him, and he subsequently lost it or accidentally threw it away, which has always been a really sad thing. The days before our computers saved copies of everything we wrote were very treacherous. Lovely weekend to you. ** Empty Frame, Hey. No, I didn't know DJS did something with the Slayer drummer. I'll try to hear it, obviously. That Slayer drummer must be an interesting guy, doing that and also having been in that Matthew Barney film. Well, yeah, the scaredy cat thing outside of France about Hollande is absurd, but it does seem like people outside of France simply do not get why Sarkozy is so vile. They keep saying people here hate him because of the 'bling bling' thing, and that's such a grotesque and exclusionary reduction of the problem. I have read some press in the last days coming out of the UK speculating that the weird reaction in much of the UK press to Hollande's possible victory has to do with a fear that it will help awaken the UK Left by proxy. I think that's happening in proper European countries too -- disconcertion that a Socialist victory in France will set off a tossing out of other right wing governments in Europe. Don't know about that, but it would be nice. Did you get Meltdown tickets yet? I just saw yesterday that Death Grips are playing here, and I need to snag tickets for that fast. ** 5STRINGS, Hey. Pansexual seems to be the term of choice among queer Emo/Goth guys, and you know I like those guys, so I'm down. I don't think I ever played with a GI Joe. I didn't like overt masculinity even as a tiny person. But I never played with dolls at all. Board games and magic tricks pretty much exclusively, I think. I'm glad you're not Bubba. Although it would be interesting to be pals with at least one Bubba. I like philosophy as a form of literature too. That's how I think about it, and I thought that was probably fucked up of me. 'French people are peculiar', ha ha. I think they think Americans are very un-peculiar, which I think they find kind of charming. I had a nice day. Did you? Have a nice weekend? I will if a certain political thing happens tomorrow night. ** Bill, Hi, Bill! Dick Cheney, ha ha, yeah, nice. Yeah, if you ever get a chance to see Jesurun's stuff in the flesh, do. I think you might find it very interesting. How's your weekend shaping up? ** Killer Luka, Hi, bud. Yeah, Los Angeles, awesome, no? I just discovered them not so long ago. That Michael Cameron is an awfully talented and seemingly cool guy. I told him they have to play in Paris. He said they would somehow. Anyway, I'd like to meet him when I'm in LA next. Oh, yeah, I listened to Iamamiwhoami after you propped them somewhere, I guess on Facebook. Good stuff. I'll try Austra. Don't know them. Ha ha, I'm hardly in a position to tell anyone, 'Don't over-romanticize suicide', much less accuse anyone of being a 'nutty muffin'. Suicide is extremely beyond even complex, if you ask me. Oh, I recognize Louis, right, sure. Yeah, a goody. Bon weekend full of anything and everything to you. ** Rigby, Rigby! Awesome you liked the Jesurun. Thanks. Yeah, he's real good. If I can schmooze the Pompidou into booking him, you should come over. That is a hell of a line up at the Broken Flag Festival. What line-up did you end up choosing? I'm having the same problem with the Villette Sonique Festival. Oh, wait, now that I recheck their schedule I see my problem is solved. 'Cos I was, like, shit, do I see Melvins/ Sleep/ Iceage? Or do I see Death Grips/ Ariel Pink/ The Field? But now I see that the later trio/line up gig is totally free! I'm in! Anyway, ... No, as far as I can tell, Cinco de Mayo has absolutely no presence or even hardly any name recognition here. New glasses, that is a dilemma. I keep hoping someone will restart the 'granny glasses' trend from back in the '60s. You want to be a pioneer? ** Schlix, Hi, Uli! Great to see you! Yeah, that Spiritualized video is intense, right? That new Spiritualized album is pretty fantastic overall. One of the best albums of the year so far, I reckon. Don't know what the trouble is with Liars. A lot of people don't seem to be able to get into them. I don't quite understand the reason, but it's clearly there. I didn't know that 'High Life' is out in Germany, much less with my introduction. That's weird. I'm such a nonentity in Germany, I'm surprised my support for the book would matter at all. You weren't confusing in the slightest. My time is running at a ... mm, moderate but rapidly increasing pace, which is okay. Love and a very good weekend to you, man. ** Chris Dankland, Thanks, Chris. Molly Nilsson's stuff is a bit uneven, I think, but some of it is really terrific. That is a fantastic sentence, man. Yeah, gorgeous. Kudos. Really, really good! Dude, I have the opposite of a problem with you doing any of your novel justice here in whatever form you wish, trust me. Orange County?! Oh, I was going to say yikes, but what he's going to do there changes everything. That's cool, and it does seem like quite a smart business move, the delivery aspect. I don't think that's a common thing? Dig. And, yeah, RIP MCA, that really sucks. ** Lee, Hi! Cool that you found coolness therein. I thought so, duh. I think that, based on that leaked track from the new Purity Ring LP, the album is going to be awfully sweet and maybe a big advancement on their already nice sound to boot. 'Springer's Progess' is a toughy in the good and rewarding way, yeah, I think so. The voice takes a while to settle into fully absorbent mode, I remember that. Like 'TMS'? Interesting. Hm, maybe, yeah. I'll dwell on that idea, Hunh. Interesting. How's work going and everything else right now, man? ** Steevee, Hi, Steve. I know, awful about MCA. And, ha ha, yeah, nice, about Lil B. ** Ian Tuttle, Hey. Any conclusion -- good luck on that, ha ha -- or way-stops while on route would be most welcome, sir. Thanks about the gig. Yeah, if we can pull off what Gisele is imagining and wants, it will be cool. Or it'll change a lot by necessity and hopeful be cool anyway. You never know, do you? If you do something for Cinco de Mayo, think of me over here where the only mayo is a French fries dip. ** Chilly Jay Chill, Thanks a lot, Jeff. I like the entire Lotus Plaza album pretty well. I don't know that I'm totally wild about the entire album. I think that track I chose is my favorite, and it's not that characteristic of the whole. It's a good album, though, don't get me wrong. I've done a fair number of psychedelic rock posts, and I tend to hold myself back because I feel like I've done a lot of them, but it also takes so little encouragement to do a new one, so, guess what, I will, thanks. Mm, the idea of doing an emotional novel that 'Tree of Life' kind of cemented and organized for me is still the plan, but I have to find my way into that emotion and its precise expression, and that's what I'm up to, but it might end up being far away from what I'm thinking right now just like 'TMS' ended up being pretty far from my early idea to do a novel about cannibalism. The Malick influence will probably not be so visible despite its importance. I mean, 'The Thin Red Line' was the big influence on 'My Loose Thread', and I don't think that film's traces wound being visible much at all in the novel. Thanks for asking, J. Excellent weekend, and please hold a good thought for France on Sunday. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Yeah, the revising of 'Confusion' can totally work doubt duty, righting whatever wrongs and also getting the act of writing back into your system. I find that losing the routine and regularity of writing is one of the biggest hurdles. So that sounds really good. ** Misanthrope, Hey. I don't know, I think my libido has a loyalty thing built into it or something. I guess I have thing where I'm not ready to cross out some figure I find attractive when he restyles his exterior in some way that I'm not especially keen on. I guess if I find someone I don't know attractive, I find the superficial changes just interesting in that they tell me a little more about the guy inside the body. It depends, obviously, but, in his case at least, he looks like he's still there to me. But you know how I am, i.e. someone has to have something deeper and more intriguing to my eye/mind than a cutely organized exterior to interest me, and him choosing that look only adds to the intrigue about his interior life for me, I guess. Wow, your poem is more emotional than I had imagined. That's very nice, G. I really like that 'we lay insane on top of each other' line especially. What did your weekend cough up, man? ** Cap'm, Hey, Cap! Long time no see! Great to have the privilege, sir! Yeah, Los Angeles, I agree, natch. 'Balletic interpretation', very nice. What's up with you? What up? ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Yeah, I saw something this morning about the relative tromping of your government. Excellent! Yeah, with any luck, and I fear we do need some luck, things will be a whole lot more hopeful and upbeat over here by the next time I talk to you. Have a great, great time at the opening tonight. Take pix, if it's easy and if that doesn't distract from your full-on pleasure. And you have just a superb weekend in general, my friend. ** I think we're there. I did my shpiel about the post and Kevin Killian up top. Enjoy, yes, please do. If you happen to have the news or a newsy internet site on tomorrow, and if you see that Hollande won France's election, imagine me out partying in the streets with my natural born French chums, 'cos that's where I'll be. But even if he doesn't win, and assuming that Paris isn't consequently burned to the ground, I will see you here again come Monday.

39 comments:

Misanthrope said...

Kevin Killian, Congrats, maestro! I look forward to reading this. I read your interview (linked by someone on FB) the other day and really enjoyed it.

Dennis, Oh, well, hell, you know I look for more than just looks, of course. Eventually, anyway. Hahaha. (Example: Harry Styles; if he wasn't totally goofy and silly a -something I love in a guy- in his interviews and on stage, I wouldn't be celeb crushing so bad. He's very sensitive too, btw.) And that about Kaulitz, yeah, I was purely commenting on the exterior -and it kind of bothers me that he's chosen that look over so many others he could have- because I really know nothing more about him than that he was in Tokio Hotel.

Funnily enough, I've only heard one of their songs. It was some clip from a concert. I didn't particularly like the song, but I really liked the performance.

Thanks for that about the poem there. I think I've said this before, but poetry has become all guts, heart, emotion, and feelings to me. Reading some bits from Insidetheroar a couple years ago turned the tide for me. I told him, "Man, the FEELING..." Him: "I'm all feeling." It made sense all of a sudden.

I'd say prose is pretty much the same for me - to an extent. There's so much more room in prose, enough to take a break now and then and do other things. With poetry, I find I can't do that.

Misanthrope said...

Oh, shit, yeah: my weekend is mostly working. Got a proofing job Wednesday and it got extended through the weekend. I need the moolah, so that's good.

And it saved me from a friend's Cinco de Mayo/Kentucky Derby party that I was dreading going to? I don't celebrate or care about either.

Casey McKinney said...

"It didn't make me brilliant, but I was very light-headed." HA! Hey btw just noticed the Fanzine link moved. We redesigned the site and so Kevin's stuf there is now at http://thefanzine.com/author/Kevin-Killian/

Casey McKinney said...

Whoops hit return too quick, anyway HEY DENNIS! Hope you a great...good day, of course love Kevin

cobaltfram said...

Hey DC,

I think I left a comment the other night in which I expounded the benefits of Miles Davis and excitement about checking out this new music you posted, but where it was, it's saying that it was deleted by the author; weird -- I don't remember, but enough people have had trouble on here to make me think Blogger might just be gremlin-infested.

Anyway, when I see you Monday, the elections will have gone down; I'll be glued to my screens tomorrow for the results. It's a nailbiter, but hopefully decency will prevail.

Best of luck (oh, and I also asked a question about how you go about marketing a book these days, spec. The Weaklings? Do you have a new agent, or do you just start calling publishers or something, or what? You should hit up Galassi :P. ) Hope all is great with you, lots of love,

JF

DavidEhrenstein said...

"California is the land of failure" evokes the "Epic Fail" of F. Scott Fitzgerald as a screenwriter.

A reasonably good novelist whose heavily publisexualized galmour far overshone everythign else about him Fitzgerald simply didn't know how to write screenplays. The one for which he's best remembered Three Strangers was entirely rewritten by Joseph L. Mankiewicz. Fotzgera;d's whiney letter to him, ("I'm a good writer, Joe. Really I am!") has loge been utilized as a cudgel against Hollywood. But Mankiewicz was right and Fitzgerald was wrong.

The major novels about California The Day of the Locust, The Loved One, After Many A Summer Dies The Swan, A Single Man are all tinged with romantic melancholy.

From your descriptin, Denis, Sarko sounds like Mittens on steroids. It's clearly a "lose/lose" for him as he's lost his Continental mind. I'd advise Carla Bruni to bail at the earliest opportunity.

Oh and I'm all for riots in the streets, as I suspect you know.

alan said...

I like that interview. And the discussion of Margot Kidder is funny and sweet. I’m a fan of KK’s Amazon reviews. He seems like a really cool person.

Dennis, Have you ever done a day here on Clue? If not, maybe I’ll try one.

DavidEhrenstein said...

I loved the Kidder tribute too.

And that's the best desription of a book store reading EVAH. (At heart they're all like that.)

I thought Michael Ontkean was tons hotter in Slap-Shot than in Making Love. As for Micael Sarrazin (tho passed away recently) he was coupled with Jackie Bissett for a good number of years and was great as the monster in Chris and Don's Frankenstein: The True Story.

Tosh said...

I need to get Kevin's book for Book Soup! I haven't been around here for ages due to hardcore work on book buying duties for the store as well as putting the finishing touches on the massive (over 600 pages) biography of Serge Gainsbourg. I really miss this blog, and I feel it keeps me grounded of sorts. And the Google "post a comment" looks different as well. Everything the same, yet, everything is different!

MANCY said...

This looks great...
Saw Sean Mccann play last night w/ M. Mcguire and some others, after discovering him in your post yesterday, was really good, thanks for the tip(s).

5STRINGS said...

Dennis,

If may hang this banner up, "DC's Money-Shot Saturday" Kevin Killian is it! This guy right here is hot. I really love your work Kevin. "We Need To Talk About Kevin". I read Kevin's Impossible Princess just before seeing the gym scene of that movie and let me tell you, masturbation will be so good for a long time. I'm using his monkey story as a way to keep myself writing. The monkey knows if it stops writing, it gets f'd in the a. Oh and the photo-copier, endless copies for the "Moon" party. You rock Kevin! Can't wait to check your new stuff. It's Cinquo de Mayo! "Que?" "Virgin of Guadeloupe" "Que?" "Ok" There's a Mexican restaurant every half-mile here, love it. I looked up "Pansexual", you have to remember I am of the "Jungle-Fever"/"Crying Game" generation and I grew-up on Classic Rock and 80's glam. This concept leads me to believe "gender" has become a subject in the minds of youth. Not just Bi-sexuality, but sexuality itself in question. And as we all by now know, gender is purely a social-construction. I've been in bed with people who had uhhh "un-defined" genital configurations. I assure you fun is not limited to Boys and Girls and Damon Albarn. "It's kind of hard when she's ready to go." Live and let live. As for the political, the whole game has to change. So that's what their up to, huh. When I was a kid, my Mom listened to oldies, "Lola" is like our song. "At least I got laid." Oh dear, G.I. was a gender-stereotype smorgasbord. The 3 or so women, breasts hanging out, tight-ass clothes. The Marine and Sailor types, boy oh boy. Masculinity is pretty dumb in it's overt manifestations. I'm a butch-type in the spectrum I guess with some extra hand-gestures and curly-whirly's. Board games and magic treats, aren't you neat. Know any good magic tricks? "Eh, bud." "Buddy Guy", etc. LOL. Okay, I'm crazy today. Gotta get that beef on a bun. I think Rorty or somebody actually called it that, then Philosophy responded for sake of it's Identity that due to a technicality, that's not true. French people are so cute. It's funny, they seem to take so much for granted, but then I want to own Paris, so. The Pantheon is an example of our difference. "I <3 New York." Doin' good, got a nice little ghost-trap built, hyper as a jack-hammer. "Snooty." "Snotty." "Who is Nicolas Sarkozy?"

Here, this one's for the kids, Imperial Drag

Btw that's Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin in drag

Kevin Killian said...

I was just about to get it together to come to you hat in hand and try to goose you into a day about my book, and now, look, it's here without my having to lift a finger. I'm just stunned and delighted, like Carrie when Tommy asked her to the prom and she found the perfect dress. Thank you ever so much Dennis! You found things I had completely forgotten about, the depth of your research incredible. (For example, me when I was a rodeo cowboy.)

Yes, it was you for whom I wrote that first chapter in your homocore anthology DISCONTENTS (1992). I was so proud to have been honored in that way, that I've left it in my bio ever since. The funny thing is that recent discussion of your poem "S.O.S." here made a memory stand up and wobble around in my mind like a day-old calf. And yes, it was I who first printed that poem, in Mirage, in 1986. Thanks to you and David for letting me do so! I found the issue and it comes preceded by four other poems by David alone, and followed by two of your own, "Every Breath you Take" and "Hand in Glove" (one of my alltime favorites by you). It was a great issue, marred only by a photo of me on the back with a Rick Springfield haircut that, oh, I don't know, I'll forgive the dummy who asked for it.

It's Cinco de Mayo here on Mission Street in SF but for me, this will be the day that the long voyage of Spreadeagle finally came to a glorious end, in your blog. Thanks once more my friend. With love—from Kevin K.

rewritedept said...

d-

excellent roundup yesterday. i keep meaning to pick that lotus plaza album up and then the record store doesn't have it in stock so i end up spending $100+ on other shit, like i did yesterday. bought some good stuff though. like the scorsese/harrison doc (which i haven't watched yet). and 'a bell is a cup...' by wire (this being my first exposure to 80's wire, i'm pretty impressed, especially considering the massively high watermark set by their first three). and ride 'nowhere' (seriously how the fuck was i never into this album before? they should've released seagull or polar bear as the big single instead of vapour trail (which is still an awesome song, mind you, but didn't make me sit up in the car and go 'holy sweet fucking jesus what a record!' the same way that those two work, although its placement at the end of the record definitely makes it a better listen)). and some other stuff (funkadelic 'free yr mind...,' bad brains 'i against i,' new bedouin soundclash and alcest LPs, rocket from the crypt 'scream dracula scream!,' 'siamese dream' remasters). snagged a crowley tarot deck at the used bookstore, too. they didn't really have anything else all that interesting, sadly. and i bought some new clothes and a set of can headphones (i'm hoping the big earmuff looking headphones will deliver the message that little white ipod ones don't do strongly enough: fuck off i'm not listening anyway). so it was an expensive day.

this killian book looks good. i was going to lead that into a semi-diatribe about 'why the fuck does it have to be gay fiction/why can't it just be good fucking fiction?' but it was pretty boring, so i didn't. but yeah. add another to my amazon order (which i can make once guitar center refunds my shipping from the echoplex i dropped $80 on expecting delivery yesterday and won't be delivering now until monday; yeah that sucked, but it's UPS' fault entirely). hopefully they have closer back in stock too. i've been dying for a re-read of that.

i broke my own rules last night. i paid for cocaine. but i only spent like $20 on it, and most of that was a $30 split between three people. i know, i know. i shouldn't do it and it's bad and it makes people into assholes and with teeth as crooked as mine, i shouldn't be encouraging grinding my teeth. but it was just a last night fun thing. although i do have a couple bumps left this morning (yeah, i know it's like almost 1 in the afternoon, but i've only been awake for like 2 hours and i always consider mornings to consist of the first four or five hours of the day that one is awake, regardless of when one wakes up).

so the mbv reissues on tuesday: i'm stoked. 'loveless' was like getting hit in the face with a brick wrapped around a riddle tied up in bacon and left to sizzle for an hour but in my head and on the phones instead. the first time i rolled was to loveless, great hallcuinatory walls of fuzz and drone and the band sometimes sounding like two bands at once, but always better, heavier, cuddlier than any of my friend's sterile fucking house records with their fascistic two step kick patterns. did you hear that unreleased jam that pitchfork posted a couple days ago. 'good for you' or something like that. not a memorable title, whatever it was, but definitely a memorable song. shields is my multi-headed many-armed snarling and spitting shiva with a thousand guitar smile and a million amps humming or something.

yeah, again with the inadequacy of words. but that's maybe close to how i feel about most of my favorite bands. just replace the necessary words with new modifiers.

ok, i have to go start this saturday. it's gonna be a busy one. talk soon.

-me.

steevee said...

The actor whom I've been trying to get in touch with since early March finally returned my E-mail. I'm really happy. I sent him a long synopsis of my script and a link to watch SQUAWK on YouTube. I hope he's intrigued enough to want to read the full script, which would be the next step.

Sypha said...

Kevin, I'm glad that your novel is finally out and I hope to get around to reading it ASAP. I just need to finish up Stephen King's "IT" and my youngest brother's new book first. But I'll get to it sometime this year.

Wow, Dennis, you responded to a comment that I ended up deleting late last night. I guess you must have obviously seen it before I cut it out. Yeah, it's been a weird process. I know that "Confusion" will never be perfection so I'm just trying to edit it into the strongest possible novel it can be. Incidentally, the 'it's not Shakespeare' is something that I've been struggling with the last few years, especially as I've become more well-read ever since I started my reading list in 2008. I think one can't help but feel inferior after reading people like Genet and Nabokov and Woolf and Cormac McCarthy and Pynchon and Gaddis, you know? I know I'm incapable of doing that kind of very literary prose, so I just need to focus on doing my own thing the best I can... whatever that thing is.

statictick said...

Kevin: I don't need to say a word other than what the world thanks. I'm so happy.

Yeah, RIP to Yauch. We're having Vigils in Detroit. I'm going out to the hundreds of people in my alley. Yauch fueled a lot of my thinking. The BBs always did.

I'm raising one to KK, and the one I'm waving around is for Yauch. (I think only Janey Smith knows the amount of that story I would tell him.)

Love to everyone. Not too hard to say.

Njr

Chris Dankland said...

@steeeve: I’m really sorry the Lil B thing got a little bit screwed up, I’m not sure why that happened. I’m not enough of a computer guy to suggest a solution. I like his socially positive/hoes suck my dick schizoid split too. Pretty much every interview I’ve seen with him, he’s always been on the side of the be positive, be happy you’re alive, respect and learn from people who are different from you, pro-women and pro-gay and anti-violence stance. He really likes blowjobs though, he has like a billion songs about blowjobs.

@Misanthrope: Thanks so much! Take care...

@Dennis: Thank you for the encouragement. Without a doubt you’re one of the people that I have foremost in mind while writing the book, in the general sense that I want to eventually produce something that’s good enough to earn your attention. I don’t want to sound sycophantic or anything—I want to get there on my own merits—but you make me want to work harder. I’ve got a long way to go. One thing I love about this blog is how everyone encourages each other, it really builds on itself and creates such a positive atmosphere. Thanks again.

Kevin Killian is such a good reader… He’s almost hypnotic. It’s hard to do an interesting reading that grabs everyone’s attention like that. The excerpt was great, and I read some poems on his website besides the ones he read in his videos and enjoyed it all--I want to check out his book soon, it’s now on the list. He reminds a little bit of that Joe Brainard book that I’ve been reading, at least in terms of their effect on me—really warm and educated and funny with tons of personality...you want to be their friends or at least hang out with them… “Life affirming” is sort of cliché but life affirming. On the side of life. I Remember is such a beautiful book that I’ve been so wrapped up in lately, thank you for recommending that one. Brainard’s an interesting contrast to Blanchot, in terms of personality and format. Those are the two writers I’ve been most getting into lately.

It makes me happy that you liked the Lil B mix, he’s great. Honestly from the rest of my friends I get constant shit for being into Lil B, even my friends who are into rap tend to think that he’s a moron and resent that he’s been getting a lot of attention lately. I love my friends, but they don’t get it. Except for on the blog and one other internet friend, everybody else’s reaction to the mix was basically a shrug.

Chris Dankland said...

My friend said that Orange County is basically just pure suburbs, but I think he picked that area because there isn’t as much competition from other dispensaries. From what he was saying, the delivery service isn’t very common but it makes sense, especially for people who are legitimately sick with cancer or aids—plus it’s a cool novelty for everybody else, ordering a sack of kush like a pizza. There’s a lot of money to be made—it’s basically a billion dollar industry, and it’s just getting started—but the government has a lot of rules about financial gain, and the dispensaries have to be non-profit. They don’t like it when individuals start making obscene amounts of money, you’re supposed to reinvest most profits in the company and not keep it for yourself.

What sometimes happens is that dispensaries will basically start acting like they’re regular drug dealers—keeping tons of cash on hand and diverting funds so they’re making intense piles of undeclared money, or selling illegally, under the counter. (In Cali you can legally carry up to 15,000 dollars in cash, in person or in your car—but lately there have been some major busts of dispensary owners who have had close to 30 or 40 thousand dollars on them, in cash. So that’s a big time federal offense.) The government wants their cut, plus they don’t want to create an avenue that will encourage legal drug kingpins. I think my friend is planning just to do this for a couple years, build up some money, and start investing in other businesses. It’s kind of a “get in and get out” kind of business.

Potheads almost get misty eyed when they start talking about Cali weed, everybody in the country knows that California weed is superior, especially the scientific medical stuff. My friend said that L.A. Confidential is the best weed he ever had. Every time I've smoked weed in California, even street weed, it's been pretty amazing.

I told my friend he should hire Ryan Gosling as his driver, and he said he’d look into it.

Sorry for running a little bit long, I’ve been in kind of a chatterbox mood lately. Hope you had a good weekend—I won’t know until tomorrow if your guy wins the election, but so far it looks pretty good for him… I’m curious, can you vote in the election? Do you and Yury have French citizenship?

Bye, have a good Monday...

Jax said...

Kevin, many congrats on 'Spreadeagle' - hope it does really well for you. So interesting to read about the process of writing it, too: 'gestural' is such a great word. I love the energy in that extract. Your characters jump off the page, man. This feels like the most interesting novel that's appeared in ages - gonna order it from Amazon asap.. Reminds me of “Glamorama” and that's my fav Ellis book.

Sorry I've not been around, Dennis: the rehearsed reading of 'Princess for a Day' went really well, the two actors were amazing - we cut fucking 30 pages out of it in the rehearsal and the thing's now so much tighter, not to mention getting towards a workable length for Oran Mor's 'A Play, a Pie and a Pint'(local 60-minute lunchtime theatre here in Glasgow). Peter Arnott wants to direct it, and as a far more experienced theatre writer than me, he has an in there, so that's what we're working towards.

Further bulletins to follow.

How was your weekend? How's your new thing with Giselle coming on?

Bollo said...

Hi Dennis

2 done so of they go. the gig day was great by the way! and now i have another book to get : ) been meaning to order from the publication studio, they've got some nice books on offer.

mostly been listening to Ekkehard Ehlers - Plays, Roy Orbison - Crying and Odd Futures - Mix Tape 2.

hope your weekend was fun.

Chris Cochrane said...

great post. There was a music festival at BAM over the weekend - called Crossing Brooklyn Ferry - not a whole lot there for me. Saw / heard Bradford there last night do Atlas Sound in the opera hall - he sounded fantastic - by himself, good inspiration as I prepare for the 3 shows in the northwest. have a good week.

Bill said...

Great to hear Spreadeagle is out! Been waiting for this and bugging Kevin about it for a while...

Dennis, have you seen any recent Francois Ozon movies? I just caught Le Refuge, and I didn't think it had the edge or vision of his earlier films.

I have a young houseguest this week, so I've been playing gay/urban uncle, ha.

Bill

Pisycaca said...

Hi, Dennis!

Congrats on the Hollande victory! Great news, we might move to France.

What's up? Sorry about my disconnection. The last month has been pretty hectic but now that we're quite settled in the new flat, everything should be getting back to normal. How are you? Did you take your vaction with Yury? If I'm not mistaken I think I read you were going to Strasbourg, hope that was cool. Did Yury change his job?

'Spreadeagle' looks awesome, I'm getting it soon.

Love,

M.

Wolf said...

THANK FUCK!!! YESS!!!!!
Oh Fuck, i was scared, i was.
Wish i was in France now so i could hug everyone and scream out of my window...
Shit. Wow. It's over. I can't believe it!!
Dennis, motherffffucker!!!!

Kiddiepunk said...

Congratulations Kevin! Great to see this book has finally been unleashed!!

Bill said...

Hollande won! Hopefully Sarkoczy will disappear like he's been threatening.

Bill

steevee said...

I bought SPREADEAGLE today at the St Mark's Bookstore.

@Chris Dankland--Have you seen a book called POT INC.? I flipped through it at the library. The author started out thinking that medical marijuana was just an excuse for potheads to get high legally, became convinced of its medical benefits and wound up growing marijuana for dispensaries himself.

Chris Goode said...

Hey Dennis!

Just dropping in to convey my congratulations on the sensational election result, and my profound envy too, given that (51 per cent of 38 per cent of) London has just inexplicably voted to return an unkind cartoon of an old-school high Tory cuntbubble to the office of mayor for another four years. Our longing dreams will be wafting over La Manche tonight. I hope the celebrations tonight are ecstatic, I'm sure they must be.

Much consolation to be found also in this timely irruption into our tightly ordered lives of the gorgeous K.K. and his long-anticipated Spreadeagle. I'm going to be all over that book like a Japanese schoolgirl on a fruit-scented unicorn.

Hope you're doing good, D. I'm busy, happy, tired, not necessarily in that order, but it'll do. Just getting started on a book project that will take me through to the end of the year -- sort of a polemical handbook on theatre as a dissident social space in late capitalist culture. Trying to think out loud about the pivot between the speculative and the indicative. Been incubating it for a while so it'll be nice to start getting it out into the world.

allons y, I guess!
Cx

Chris Cochrane said...

great elections news - very cool.

_Black_Acrylic said...

Huge congrats Kevin!

Huge congrats France!

I caught the very start of Apocalypse Now Now in Glasgow yesterday. Sadly I had to get the train back to Dundee and so missed the live acts. Still, the place looked a treat and there's a few photos here.

Jax said...

Go Hollande!

DavidEhrenstein said...

Here's my congratulations IN SONG!

Paul Curran said...

Congratulations, Kevin. I love the excerpt and the history.

Dennis, Congratulations to you and France!

Chilly Jay Chill said...

Congrats, Kevin! Looking forward to getting my hands on "Spreadeagle" soon. Studio Editions looks like an amazing publisher, too.

Went on a book buying binge a few weeks back - The Orange Eats Creeps, Foam of the Daze, Today I Wrote Nothing by Daniil Kharms, Une Semaine de Bonte by Max Ernst, Island People by Coleman Dowell, and Da Vinci's Bicycle by Guy Davenport - but this is top of the list for the next spree.

Dennis - Congrats to France about Hollande! Terrific news. Refreshing to see some truly positive and exciting developments on the political front.

Here in NC, there's an unspeakably terrible anti-gay marriage amendment (written to also strip rights from all unmarried couples, make it hard for women to report sexual abuse, and easy for the state to remove kids from their parents) which may somehow pass. It makes me stammer with rage.

Really sad about MCA. Like a lot of folks, the BBoys soundtracked many great life moments and via Grand Royal they connected a bunch of dots pre-internet in terms of overlooked funk, reggae, and free jazz. Plus there was his excellent Oscilloscope film distribution company.

Interesting about how the Malick influence was digested for MLT. Are there things other than TOL that are inspiring (however obliquely) your current impulses and experiments about the next book?

Bernard Welt said...

Happy publication, Kevin Killian. This is exciting. I think I should read your book in the bathtub, somehow.

Classes winding down. I may actually be sane soon. Colby and I did a "conversation" at a gallery last night--he has two concurrent shows in DC now--and it went pretty well. Now I want my own radio show.

paradigm said...

victory! the streets look full hope you're enjoying the night. i imagine it's like when Howard was voted out here. relief and hope that things will change.

nice day here. i like kevin's comparative reviews. he reads a lot.

meant to comment yesterday about the music. seems you and Bjork are on the same wave length re death grips. read an interview with here in the guardian where she talked them up then i came here and they're featured on your gig post.

i've been looking back over the novel i'm writing and was thinking i would like to send parts of it through to you for a writers workshop. I'm at the stage where I need feedback on it. would that be cool? should i just email it through to you?

postitbreakup said...

yay dennis! hope you're at an awesome celebration party

TIM MILLER QUEER PERFORMER said...

What a great post on Kevin! A delight! Alistair and I have been thinking of you all day with the great. So excited at the election news. Will look to your report on Monday. xo Tim

postitbreakup said...

damn i want to enter that chapbook contest

dennis i love the south park musical, the buffy musical episode, and that musical part in (500) days of summer. i think hedwig & the angry inch is really impressive, although it doesn't feel as fun to watch for some reason.

i really like the idea of musicals, especially background dancers with choreography & the way the whole world gets involved in the number, but i'm almost always disappointed when i watch them.