Take this blue paint, cake it on your pale face. Make yourself something other than this world.
Things I am currently reading:
The Savage Detectives, Roberto Bolaño
> kill author Issues 1-20, Vaughan Simons
Red Missed Aches Read Missed Aches Red Mistakes Read Mistakes, Jennifer Tamayo
Things I am ordering:
The Alligators of Abraham, Robert Kloss
Throw Yourself Out and See If It Makes Me Come, Mike Kitchell
I really like the idea of reading an entire run of a literary journal start-to-finish, as a project. And as sad as it is that > kill author is no longer publishing, it feels nice that it has a definite end point. I am thinking of this as reading a very long cut-up novel: certain voices reappearing, certain voices echoing, certain voices jutting out in awkward or terrifying ways from the whole. Perhaps some sort of arch will develop. Perhaps by the end I will feel my heart clench up unbearably.
