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markcugini:

biglucks:

Wastoid, the first-ever Big Lucks Book, is now available for preorder.

I can’t believe that I get to publish this book. Really. Really, this book blows me away. It’s sad and funny and sad again and it sticks with me every time I read it. I’ve lived in this book for 15 months now, and I’m sososo excited that people get to hold it now.
Buy it now for $10 and I’ll give you a free digital copy of Sasha Fletcher’s sold-out Dear Gloria.

guys you can get a great book by mathias AND a digital copy OF MY AMAZING SOLD OUT CHAPBOOK for TEN DOLLARS come on come on COME ON ALREADY SHEESH

markcugini:

biglucks:

Wastoid, the first-ever Big Lucks Book, is now available for preorder.

I can’t believe that I get to publish this book. Really. Really, this book blows me away. It’s sad and funny and sad again and it sticks with me every time I read it. I’ve lived in this book for 15 months now, and I’m sososo excited that people get to hold it now.

Buy it now for $10 and I’ll give you a free digital copy of Sasha Fletcher’s sold-out Dear Gloria.

guys you can get a great book by mathias AND a digital copy OF MY AMAZING SOLD OUT CHAPBOOK for TEN DOLLARS come on come on COME ON ALREADY SHEESH

i mean who does not have their own idea of a prayer?

I am going to mount my radiators on the wall this week like I’ve been meaning to do since my dad brought them up for me back after Christmas and by radiators I mean once I had an art show and I built out of cardboard some radiators, and I am going to mount them on the wall of my room above the red couch which has a bit more give than I’d like but it was there in my room when I moved and that was really something I thought since normally what I’d buy would be in all likelihood pale grey but this was red and that’s something, it really is, and they’ll be next to the deer head and across from the painting that always goes by my bed and then soon over my bed I’ll make some window frames because fuck it. These days I am nannying because it’s worked out like that and in the mornings why not build some things and input edits and look out in the world for things as though the world was a place that had anything for me at all because hey who knows because life, it is a mystery, and everyone, they must stand alone

I had another excerpt published, this time over at the fanzine. This is one of my favorite chapters in the book and it took forever to write it. I had the first and last graf, but absolutely nothing in the middle, and Catherine Lacey had this story she was stuck on, so we sent each other our things and she gave me a middle and I think I have her 2 or 3 ends which were probably all shit, but it just let me let go of any ideas I had of what it should be and then I don’t know. It took off. Barthelme helped because he always helps. Him and Grace Paley and the stories in OBLIVION and also RAY. But anyway here it is. You can read it. Maybe one of my other favorite chapters will get published and that’ll be fun. They’re back to back in the book. Maybe the book’ll get published. Maybe I’ll get it edited enough that it’s worth trying to read.

new novel excerpt is up who doesn’t have feelings

Hello! Maybe you know that I spent about 9 months writing a novel that I am editing right now, maybe you know that Bomb published an excerpt a while back, maybe you know all kinds of things, but did you know that today another excerpt was published? It starts like this

He was walking past some train tracks when suddenly there was a lady tied to them, and so he reached for his knife and slit the knot as tenderly as he could muster and fell to the side and grabbed her with his mouth to better pull her to an area resembling safety. He dusted off his pants. She asked him if he had put her there and he told her that he did not believe that he had.
She told him that that made sense. She told him how generally it was men that did this. She told him how they generally twirled their mustaches and had a general air in general of fear and of panic manifesting itself as a sort of abuse of power to compensate for their total lack of understanding of how to deal with their fear and panic, which they assumed they alone felt, and that, additionally, this made them weak in the eyes of others, and unlikely to receive their long past due and much-deserved compensation and/or blowjobs. She told him how anyone who didn’t go around experiencing a general air of fear and panic at the world as it presented itself to them was either not looking at the world at all, or somehow they were some sort of total aberration, untouched by doubt and worry, and wholly unable to empathize with their fellow humans. She said Like a mountain. Or a bandit. He said How are bandits not an act of fear and panic? She said They just aren’t.

and can be found here.

heyteebs

heyteebs:

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Last night I read for the Book Report, a reading series hosted by Sasha Fletcher and Leigh Stein in the East Village. As the title suggests, it’s goal is to get poets and writers to deliver a middle school style book report for a drunkish crowd of adults(ish). It was also the Book Report’s 3rd…

tommy read this because once we were drinking and i made him. i made him report on this, and he did it, because tommy is a fucking champion.