Showing posts with label pankalicious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pankalicious. Show all posts

Saturday, September 29, 2012

A Warm Hello from the Man Who Never Talks At All

OH HELLO.

I have some big news. I'm one of the new Interviews Editors for PANK Magazine! WAOW! Which means I'll be one of the guys from now on asking the good writers in PANK all the tough questions. There are already a couple of interviews up that I've done, such as one where I talk about weird creatures and burnouts with Cameron Witbeck and one in which I pretend to know about science with Benjamin Landry. So many more in the works for this week and the next and many weeks to come.

The new issue of NANO Fiction is recently up for preorder (available in November!) and I have a story in it that has girls, guns, tattoos, sand and future (in)tense. Everything you need, really, all in less than 300 words. What a deal! You should order one for yourself! YES CHAMP YOU SHOULD.

Also, David Greenspan continues to be awesome over on his blog, where he says some really awesome things about the SPR and about, well, me. Heheh. He has things to tell you. He has a new chapbook out from Turtleneck called THEN and I got it in the mail this week and it has an isbn number and everything. I read a poem from it over the radio with some Cricketbows and it all turned out pretty great because there were birds and just a little self-harm.

Speaking of which.

Also, if you click the "continues to be awesome" link and read what it entails, you'll see that I finished putting together a small collection called "Partners." Yup. So that's going around. Keep your fingers crossed with me!

Other than that I'm basically writing my thesis and looking forward to the end of school FOREVER. Anticipate with me!

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

I AM SCREAMING RIGHT NOW CAN'T YOU TELL ALL CAPS BABY


I like that you can knock the ghostface killer over. I like that he responds to questiona and runs around and hides in bushes. I like that you can see him running., that he doesn’t just appear places but has to run there. and his run is not very glamorous. he always seems to be running to try and avoid detection, which is just kind of funny to see. that he is so thwarted by locked doors. it’s a very human problem. that he makes human sounds when you hit him or when he gets hit with something. of course, he is human, we know that, but it’s comforting to see in a genre of movies where, physically, killers are often so inhuman and monumental.

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this face is in your story
So there a couple of exciting happenings lately that I’ve neglected to mention here. First and biggest, I have a story called “The Theatre of the Floating World” in the latest print issue of PANK, which can now be pre-ordered and drops September 1. You can read it online at PANK’s site, too. It’s about kabuki, among other things. It’s my longest story so far and probably the best. But really, you should get the thing in print because it looks BEAUTIFUL.

Next next, some geniuses at My Audio Universe have turned my short “The Spirits of Imaginary Animals”—published in Bluestem back in March—into a professional audio recoding, replete with music and stuff. It’s pretty awesome, give it a listen (and compare it with my own reading on the Bluestem website, if you’re into disparities).


I also put "A LOVE POEM FOR 2 PLAYERS" on Let People Poems, if you are into poems and letters and hugging.

Hey people, tell me if you're out there.