The even more infamous second MTV appearance, the one that got them banned...I like the MTV anchors and how they begin to annoy you even though even they're only in the clip for like four seconds--"It's gonna be hot"--MTV anchors are lame
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Good review of the novel Shanghai Dancing by Brian Castro
http://www.themillions.com/2012/02/dancing-with-memory-on-brian-castros-shanghai-dancing.html
interview w/ Brian Castro
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Someday I really hope that Thomas Pynchon wins the Nobel Prize. He deserves it way more than Philip Roth, who is great and definitely deserves it too, but I think Pynchon has added a lot more to American literature than Roth. Cormac McCarthy should win the Nobel Prize. Dennis Cooper should win the Nobel Prize. DENNIS COOPER SHOULD WIN THE NOBEL PRIZE.
If Bob Dylan wins, I'm boycotting the Nobel Prize forever. Believe me, the Swedish committee does not want me as an enemy.
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A bunch of girls reading, looking cute... I think part of the reason there are so many portraits of girls reading is because reading resembles sleep--the downcast eyes spreading down a peacock blanket of eyelashes, the neutral expression, the limp body heaped upon a chair or lying supine on a bed or field of grass... There is something extremely intimate about watching another person sleep, and I've always felt there is something very intimate about watching another person read. Something very mysterious and secret is going on inside that person--you watch the eyes tick and jerk as they navigate their way through a dream.
Literature is a waking dream. Literature is a waking dream. Literature is a waking dream. Literature is a waking dream.
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Lil Wayne - Mamma Gave Me
Mama Gave Me The Swag, I Walk Like The President
Talk Bout Only Dead Presidents And Big Settlements
Yes I Have Faith In The Flag, Yep I'm A Citizen
I'm Reppin My City That Is, Bet it's the Silliest
mama Ain't Teach Me No Betta But To Get This Chedda
and That I Do, And For It I Get At You
I Consider You All Fools, You Niggas Is Hilarious
young Money Bitches Don't Wanna Fuck Us, They Wanna Marry Us
now Ain't That Some Shit
I Can't Have One Bitch But I Just Got One Dick And No!
I Ain't Fuckin With The Faith
I Lower My Hand Gun With Hand Towels Just To Touch A Nigga Face
I Am Somethin Like A Safe, I Will Never Crack
ain't No Combination, Nigga Never that
if A Nigga Eva Said Anything About Weezy And Meant It
He Gon Get It That Same Evenin, Pimpin
backseat Ridin Like I'm Mr. Daisy, I Am Weezy F Baby, Don't Miss The Baby
I Kiss The Lady On Her Hand, I'm A Fly Young Man, Check My Wingspan
This Year, I Probably Do Everythin, Tan By Crib On The Sand
Gotta Float To The Land But Don't Get It Twisted, I Still Die For Me
and Do A Bid For My Man, Keep it real as I can
cuz I'm Strong, Strong With A Will And A Plan
where there's A Will, There's A Way So Make Way For The Fam
young Money, I Yell It Til They Come For Me, Come Get Me
i Bet I'll Take More Than One Wit Me
i Know It Don't Take More Than One Shot
and For That Reason, I'm Gon Shoot More Than One Shot
I Be Clickin When The Gun Stop, I Make The Body Hot
then Spit On It When The Body Dropi Get On It Like A Pot Of Crack
i Get At Your Bitch, Then I Tell Her Like A Rapper.. Holla Back!
i'm Still Askin, Where The Dollaz At
i Will Smash Em If You Got Em Jack, I Peel Faster
the Lil Bastard In The Maybach
a Young Nigga, I Still Think Saving Is Wack
i Eat, Sleep, Shit And Bathe Wit My Gat
i'm Like, Fuck Pimpin, Slaving Is Back
they Like, "yes Master, You Da Best Master"
my Hoes Need Me, I'm Like Test Answers
you Don't Need Me, You Might Catch Cancer
come Back From The Treatment Lookin Like Van Exel
No! I Don't Like Bald Head Hoes
i Like A Long Haired Diva With The Bosses Goals
i'm A All Day Pleaser, Your Boy Can't Go
he Too Proud, I Go Where Your Boy Can't Go, Oh
nasty Ass Lil Boy, Put My Feet Up On The Dash, Pass The Grass
enjoy, Get The Coke Up Off The Glass, Get The Money Out The Drawers
get The Weed Out The Jars And We Do It Like Stars
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When it comes down to it, James Joyce is still pretty much the writer I love the most. People tend to think of him as an intellectual status symbol--Genius with a capital G--very intimidating and purposefully difficult. He's that too, but I LOVE Joyce. The older I get, the less impressed I am with his intellectual posturing (and it was definitely important for Joyce that everyone recognize his MENSA type superiority), but the heart of his work, the real emotion and humanity of it, comes through brighter and stronger every time I return to the books, like purified gold.
(excerpt from "The Dead")
A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fire of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their dull existence together and remember only their moments of ecstasy. For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers. Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched all their souls' tender fire. In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: "Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?"
Like distant music these words that he had written years before were borne towards him from the past. He longed to be alone with her. When the others had gone away, when he and she were in the room in the hotel, then they would be alone together. He would call her softly:
"Gretta!"
Perhaps she would not hear at once: she would be undressing. Then something in his voice would strike her. She would turn and look at him....
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Blake Butler interview
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2010/american-literary-scene-networking-blake-bulter-interview/
I think everyone is doing their thing and certain things gain prowess in weird ways like incidental web traffic and mass action, e.g. obsessive blogging, obsessive publishing, fracas, making trouble online, etc., and they continue to build and by that more open air the internet allows they have to be allowed into some section of the bigger thing, because they are there. This was true before the internet, with small houses and outside writers becoming more well known because they were (a) good, or at least interesting to a certain kind of person, and (b) were lucky. You have to set yourself up to be found, most of the time, though sometimes this setting up happens by you not doing anything at all, if that’s who you are. More often though you have to do more and do it better and by doing it more you often begin to do it better, which in my case, I wrote at least 5 novels on my computers in my room talking to myself before I even published a single short story. Maybe it’s too easy now to make noise and maybe there’s too much of a certain kind of banging. I get sick sometimes of seeing the word ‘congratulations’ plastered all over everything on Facebook. What does congratulations mean anymore. I think I could count on both hands the number of my physical oldschool friends in airlife who said congratulations to me about anything writing related, whereas anytime you post a new blog post or write a review of someone’s stuff and it goes somewhere, everyone online is ready with the champagne. It’s kind of messed up in one light and nice at once but makes it mean less like saying I love you does cause Kevin Bacon says it.
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Charles Grodin really hates dogs
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