Leonard Cohen’s magnificent “Old Ideas” has finally been released today: his first studio album in eight years. The blues surrounds the smoke of his voice until it quiets to a brief, sensual gust; the ancient poet blows out the aging candle with the recitation of a single litany like Haydn once did for the Hungarian prince. The bard did not disappoint.
If you’re tired of masturbating or playing Solitaire on your computer, you should check out the recent Spin magazine list: 18 Dubious Uses of Joy Division – quite entertaining (especially once you see the line of sex toys that takes its name from the aforementioned seminal post-punk band).
Selected work from January has been added to the Official Material section.
The short film “I’m a Hard Man to Kill” is officially out of post production and awaiting some minor touchups prior to being premiered.
It is now agreed upon. I will indeed be in Jersey City, supporting a friend’s performance and will read a few short pieces while there. Details can be found in a recent entry or in the Upcoming Events calendar.
My tinkering has finally culminated in a refurbished epilogue for my novel. Now it’s a thick dark goddamn lager. A couple of new chapters have also been added. Below can be seen a preview, the length of a paragraph, of one of the new additions to the growing behemoth that is my 400 pg. manuscript.
The best kind of love isn’t just another compulsory relapse into addiction; not just another gambit – it is a constant, resurrecting recidivism. A murder spree. An ardent danger that comforts you because it makes you realize that nothing truly matters but this womb you’ve found yourself ensconced in. It is conscription into a void of pulsating agony. It is pain if pain was any longer a word. It is an execution in an existentialist novel. It is an essay of colloquialisms on the form of irony: beautiful and cruel, and always dressed loftily in rags.