"I read Flannery O'Connor's novel Wise Blood over a period of one or two days. This act, by itself, had no particular extra significance, but I read the book while replaying Bob Dylan's album Blood on the Tracks over and over again. By the time I finished reading the novel, it had turned into a strange collaboration between O'Connor and Dylan, something I called Wise Blood on the Tracks."


Dismaying humidity. Plush squalor.


"For to offer Rosettian tosh as poetry 1911 was not to stride into eternal realms but to misconceive 1911."

--Hugh K*nn*r


A bit o' Flarf crit. (via Cami*rs d* Cor*y)


   "Anvil of Paint"

Ordinary sorrow turns · to fancy math in making's mirror;
coruscating waltz absaorbs · your burning rain in making's mirror.

Now among black shards i go · and though i'm only pasing through,
i want to know i took my blur · and taught it war in making's mirror.


Things fall, and stay as they land.


"In return, she has given the script her blessing."
(via Robot Wisdom)