Month: March 2018 (Page 5 of 5)

SCAB is an online literary/art journal for all things twisted, pornographic and queer. And so on.

Without any further to add, first I’d like to present you with the now available second issue which you can read and/or download here: https://scabmag.wordpress.com/issues/

As, obviously, I wouldn’t be anywhere without the generous and super talented contributors who sent their mind-blowing works in, I feel like the least I can do is listing their names and letting everyone know that hey, they are writers/ artists/ persons whose creations are worthy of close attention. So here goes: Alistair McCartney, Daniel Stewart, Dóra Grőber, Douglas Payne, Elytron Frass, fishspit, Fratolish Hiang-Perpeshki, Gale Acuff, Geoffroy C. Dedenis, Gerard Sarnat, Glen Armstrong, Hana Pera Aoake, Howie Good, Jennifer Greidus, Joan De Bona, Josh Ivey, Justin Holliday, Kier Cooke Sandvik, Kristin Garth, Lily Ruban, Mark Ward, Meeni Levi, Mick Rose, Natalie Crick, Nate Lippens, Nicholas Alexander Hayes, Omer Zamir, Paulo Doms, Raymond Luczak, Robert S. Costic, Shane Allison, Sylvia Beato, Thomas Kearnes, Will Stockton.

And now: a tiny collection of actual scabs – as a foreword of sorts. (And it IS a tiny collection because I had to make the surprising and – in this case – unfortunate discovery that it is extremely hard to find satisfying photos of scabs!)

 

 

If you’d like to become a part of SCAB, submissions are now open for Issue #3 which comes out in September 2018: https://scabmag.wordpress.com/submissions/

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your interest and support! Really. Truly.

It means the world to me.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** I’m super happy to be able to employ the blog today to help christen the brand new issue of SCAB, the exciting lit-plus site/mag produced and edited by the awesome Dóra Grőber. Dóra has devised a kind of entryway for DC’s readers. Please do examine it and then rush inside where indicated. And please also give Dóra a shout-out of some kind today in the commenting arena to show that you’re here and care, thank you very much! And thank you gigantically, Dóra! ** JM, Howdy. Ha, that is nice. That inscription. My mom was into Kahlil Gibran. He used to be so big when I was young. He was viral before it was possible to be viral. But this is the first time I’ve seen his name in yonks. So soon on ‘Moonfleece’. Do you get inordinately nervous? You never sound nervous, but prose can be tonally untrustworthy. The work sounds really interesting. I hope you hit everything. Always interested to hear more. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi, Dóra! Hooray for SCAB, and, really, I’m so thrilled to be re: it like that guy at **** hotels who opens the front door for everyone. I don’t know what’s up with my cold. It’s very into teasing me, rushing in and then pulling back, very sneaky. I can’t tell if I’m going to get to semi-skate through it or if its just doing a reconnaissance mission looking for the right place and time to plant the bomb. I did work some, never enough. I went to a reading by Christopher Bollen, visiting American writer whom I’ve mentioning visiting with before. That was nice. I conferred with Zac on biz and other stuff before he went south to visit his mom for a week. Not much else. Well, I hope the spotlight on SCAB helps makes your day a most excellent one! How was it? Is your cold giving you brush off for sure? ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. That reminds me I should look and see if your old Chereau post still has enough working components to give it the revival thing. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Yeah, I really don’t know what that guy was referring to. Just trolling, I guess. I think I was over The Cars by the time ‘Heartbeat City’ came out. I don’t remember it. Ever since Ocasek produced GbV and helped give them their one almost hit ‘Teenage FBI’, I’ve been meaning to do a Cars reevaluation. The name Superorganism sounds vaguely familiar. Hm, sounds kooky. I’ll take a dip. Thanks! ** Jamie, Top of it, Jamie! As I told Dora, my cold is sneaking around in me acting schizo and furtive. I’m grateful to be mobile, but I don’t like the suspense. My day was okay, work, talk, listening (to a live reading by a writer), mild business-related drama, sunshine, a lollipop. Oh, damn, I hope you got sleep and that ‘little sick’ has turned out to be misinterpretation of something ephemeral. That is some mom. Had she done that today, she could have been prosecuted for abuse or at least shamed on social media until she committed suicide. The script is inching along waiting for me to put its pedal to the metal. How’s your script going? May your today go triple platinum. Wiggly love, Dennis. ** Wolf, Wolf! No sugar?! No, that’s good. Don’t need sugar. Now bean paste, that I need. Oh, I’ve meaning to say that, if you don’t know, Bene will be in London showing a bunch of her films and videos at Horse Hospital on Thursday, and you maybe should go if you’re free and into it? Info. Yeah, those inscriptions were strangely good, right? Who needs Artaud? Oh, that is spooky. If your mind wasn’t such a non-stop thing of wonder I might say see a doctor. Beckett, no kidding, genius-central that guy. Weird, right? I mean genius is weird, like you said. Weirder than LSD. The snow is so, so gone here. It’s basically spring. Nothing against spring except that it lubricates the arrival of hateful summer. ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks, Ben. Nice, the Anger inscription. I think my fave signed book is a personally signed copy of Robbe-Grillet’s ‘Recollections of the Golden Triangle’ where he wrote, in French, the French equivalent of ‘To Dennis, a writer after my own mind, Alain’. Something like that. Oh, err, about the redundancy payment vs. benefits. Can that be … challenged? Is it worth challenging? There were about six huge shows at Palais de Tokyo, and that was one of them. Yeah, I don’t know, honestly, it left me wanting. It’s fashion week here, and the PdT is always home to a number of related runway shows, and I went to the PdT with Zac, and, until he noticed the wall text for the GHL show, he thought it was just a set for some upcoming fashion presentation, and I have to admit I knew what he meant. But I could easily have missed out on something. ** Bernard, Hi. Ha ha, nice. I have a copy of Foucault’s ‘Madness and Civilisation’ signed by Keanu Reeves, but that’s not nearly as fun. ** Misanthrope, That’s cool. I honestly didn’t remember it until I was fishing in the graveyard looking for zombie candidates. Really big, like Andre the Giant big, additionally crossed fingers for you that the bill for LPS’s transgressions isn’t bigger than a dent. I can imagine you florid. Nobody thought I could be florid until I was. Oh, OMD. They are or were playing here recently, and I generally avoid 80s, etc. band reunions like Celine Dion concerts, but when I saw the poster for the OMD gig, I thought, ‘Huh’. That should be fun. They were honestly a quite interesting band, I think. ** Kyle, Hi, Kyle! How’s it, sir? Glad you dug the post. Well, you can send stuff when you like, but I know it’ll take me a while to get to it. Swamped. That’s weird: when you wrote ‘Doctor Faustus’ I just assumed you meant the Thomas Mann novel, and then I spent a strange amount of time trying to figure out how Marlowe could have read it. Silly me. I’ve never read Marlowe. I’m super weak on the really old stuff. Sounds pretty awesome though. Hm. ** Right. Go back to celebrating the new SCAB and linking yourselves away from here into its nefarious and thrilling realms. See you tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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p.s. Hey ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. I don’t know of ‘Lean on Pete’, and I don’t think I know Andrew Haigh’s stuff in general, so I’ll investigate, thanks. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! I’ll ask Gisele what the touring plans are. ‘Crowd’ seems to be wanted all over the place, so maybe your hood is in the mix. How’s your cold today? Mine seems to be the same as it was yesterday, which is good news under the circumstances. I can still kind of do stuff. It’s still cold here, but now it’s raining, so I guess it’s less cold. SCAB is real and out! Yes, two of my friends on Facebook linked excitedly to their pieces in it yesterday! Huzzah! Cool about the post. I’ll get it up asap after I get it. Yay! Everyone, the new issue of Dóra Grőber’s super amazing magazine/site SCAB is live. I’ll be doing a birth post here about it very soon, but, if you can’t wait, and I couldn’t, you can start poring over under sideways down with it right now. This mega. Click this. So exciting! My day was pretty lowkey due to not feeling so hot, but it came and went with a tiny amount of work and so on, none of it interesting, so I’m satisfied given my internal meh. Here’s hoping for today. Speaking of, how and what was yours? ** Steve Erickson, Hi. I think I’ll do 3D re: ‘BP’ if not IMAX. Might as well max it out. But first I want to see ‘Hurricane’ because every disaster movie has my name on it. Don’t know ‘Werewolf’. I’ll obviously do a hunt. Everyone, Should you like or have some kind of interest in the Pet Shop Boys, Mr. Erickson has done a write up on the new reissue of their first three albums, and that seems like a most excellent reason or excuse, if you want one, to escape here today. This is the portal. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. The Beast’s brunt seems to be locked into the UK. We seem to be getting its cold shoulder. Did you get to drive? Driving in wintery conditions can make a ‘man’ out of anyone. I wish you could go to Seattle. Me too. But I’ll be greedy to get the slide show. ** David S. Estornell, Hi, David. Cool, well, hit me up. I have a head cold, but it will hopefully dry up in a day or two. ** Jamie, Hey hey. The folks made it, very good. Walking in the snow. In presumably good shoes. Feel my envy. My cold is still inside me and bothering my outsides in the exact same way it did yesterday, and I will settle for it briefly settling for no more than that if I have a choice. Yes, there’s even film footage of Hitler being driven around in Paris, stopping at scenic spots, getting out of his car and visibly gazing in wonder at what he sees. Apparently he said to his associates that after the war was over and once the whole world was Germany’s, he was going to live here. Assuming Hannah’s parents are still there today, I hope the day is such that you keep confusing them with Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus. Vegan smothered in cheese love, Dennis. ** Kyle, Hi there. Yeah, he’s still out there ticking like a grandfather clock as of this morning. Oh, that’s fine about the stories. I’m swamped in work to the gills right now anyway. Sites I check on a daily basis? Huh. Mostly music sites: The Wire, Tiny Mix Tapes. I’m not sure about daily but I very often check frequently updating lit sites like Entropy, LitHub, etc. I think I mostly just surf around randomly, it’s weird. ** Sypha, Hi, Nope, not yet, strangely, for absolutely no good reason other than not having it here in my apartment. I’ll use this blab about it to nudge myself. ** Tosh Berman, Hey, I was curious as to whether you were into the Lettrists, and I sort of thought you would be. Yeah, I knew of Lemaitre, but I only got way into his work in an intricate way recently. Forced Exposure is a gift from the gods. Amazing that it has survived and thrived for so long. ** JM, Hi. I liked the ‘Inherent Vice’ movie. I was surprised that I did. I really didn’t expect to. I’m not a gigantic PT Anderson fan, though his skills are unquestionable, I guess. The only PTA films I’ve really liked are ‘Boogie Nights’ and ‘Punch Drunk Love’. Nice about your imminent, next directorial gig. Cool. I don’t really like Dolan’s films. I thought at the beginning in his early films there was some pizzazz that was promising, but the recent ones just irritate me. Hah, interesting. I never think to rank superhero movies in my worst movie rankings because they’re just superhero-shaped junk, but I think I would put ‘Batman vs. Superman’ near the very top of my worst ever films list nonetheless. So there we go. I can’t think of a superhero movie that interested me beyond being immediately there and doable. Perhaps there was something kind of unusually odd about ‘Antman’, though I really don’t remember. I hope sleep descended or what it does last night assuming there has been a night between when you commented when you read this. (Although your comment was very not incoherent, just so you know.) I haven’t investigated the exact time change situation between you and me, but I do think you live in my ‘tomorrow’ to some degree? ** Okay. So I recently finished a new literary gif book, a collection of ‘stories’ that’ll be published soonish. When I was putting it together, I realised or decided that it needed one more story to become what I wanted it to be, so I made a new one. As always, I launch the new gif works here partly because the blog’s backstage area is the workspace where I make them. Posting my own work here always feels a bit awkward, even though I don’t see why it should feel that way, because, obviously, I launch it at you because I would like responses of some kind, including not liking it or not ‘getting it’ or not knowing what to say, but if you feel more comfortable ignoring it in your comments today for whatever reason, feel free if you feel like you want to be told to feel free. See you tomorrow.