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The blog of author Dennis Cooper

K-Holes, travellers, and the problems of representation

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‘It was as though I’d somehow managed to tear through the fabric of reality and to step behind the scenes of the world. Everything moved in slow motion in an endless cycle. I remember being overwhelmed at the very first sight of seeing the universe endlessly revolving in upon itself, as it had done for eons, and as it would continue to do for eternity. I remember repeating a word over and over in my head. It was not an English word and to this day I don’t know how to write it or what language it is. I do however know what the word means. The word being spoken to me from the inner most depths of my soul was my name, not the name I have been given in this lifetime, but my eternal name, the name I have remembered at the point of all my previous deaths. The thought passed through my consciousness, ‘I am about to die… I know what’s going to happen now…this moment is about to be the moment of my death.’ I felt all the people in the room turn in slow motion to look at me, as though something profound was about to happen. Again there was a primordial word for it that I heard from someone in the room. ‘He’s about to go through his……(then the primordial word for death).’ Suddenly it was as though all the cells in my body turned to water and I quite literally felt myself collapse into the ground, back into the very universe from which I first sprung. I let out a cry, an inhuman scream from the very depths of my soul. It is a sound I never realised I could make, a sound that my friends told me later literally stopped every person in the club in their tracks and caused them to look over to where I had collapsed.’

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‘It seemed as if I traveled into a television, went through the bowels of the earth, and wound up in the darkest, most horrifying place I had ever seen. A rush of HORRIBLY disturbing thoughts fired through my brain such as: the extent of my own personal ‘sins’, deception, hate, giant teddy bears with demon faces raping children, Nazi imagery, sado-masochistic overtones, animals dying all around, weapons going off, sex with corpses, immeasurable carnage and gore, but most importantly, there seemed to be this message of a childlike innocence being horribly tainted and corrupted all around. I was surrounded by millions of mainacally laughing demons carrying sticks and singing nursery rhymes, that seemed to chase me through these dark alleys where around every corner was another dead end. There was one face that kept flashing through my mind that seemed very large and its features were constantly distorting themselves. This face glared at me and screamed, at such a volume that is not possible for any earthly speaker, no matter how powerful, to reach. At that moment in time I truly believed that hell now reigned on earth and that the world was going to end.’

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‘I have just flown past our dimension of time and space. I am flying forward in an erratic yet peaceful spiral direction, not only in my mind but my body as well. The speed is picking up, and I feel my mind communicating with my hands (who have remained in the first dimension with the rest of humanity). I have just flown through the second dimension, into the third, into the fourth. My speed has maxed out, far beyond the standards of terminal velocity, and I continue in the form of a particle through each successive dimension. I pass through the last gate – the end of the line. I am in Dimension 11 and this seems to have been my destination all along. I come to realization that only a few entities are ever allowed this deep, and I must not take my presence here for granted. I am floating in void, many shapes and scenes unfolding in front of me – all of them alien, none realistic in regards to the physics and chemical make-up of the known universe. Then, something happens. The 11th Dimension has imploded onto itself. I watch every other entity within this realm begin to connect to one another, to become one. They are acting in this manner at a very fast rate. With no delay or transition, I become one. I am the singularity. All of us entities have finished connecting with each other and begin to contract into a single point in reality [or, non-reality]. We surpass the form of a point and become…’

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‘The ceiling began to shimmer. Strange patterns began to manifest themselves. The patterns seen were like none other I had ever encountered, and I consider myself a fairly seasoned traveler. They seemed to have deep purple and blue shades to them, and they were just spinning bars. Music began to play. It wasn’t from a stereo, it was from my head. I could decide a song, and it played. The Rolling Stones “Paint it Black” began to play in my head. I am not sure why I chose this song, but it began to play and it sounded amazing. More bizarre images began to appear. Numerous fractals were visible, but even more interesting were the non-fractal images. I saw an image of a house with little elves working on it. They were all singing a song, and I knew all the words. Then two bars appeared. They looked like long chrome bars. The began to spin and they burst into blue flames. A voice in my head was chanting “blue flame, blue flame.” I decided to try to change this, and I thought “red flame.” Instantly the colors changed. I was interacting with the images I saw. Then, to see what would happen, I thought “kaleidoscope.” The flaming bars vanished and my whole visuals field was filled with amazing colorful patterning. I was watching a mental television that was on my ceiling. At this point I rolled over and looked at the time. 10 minutes had elapsed. I then closed my eyes, and I disappeared. Everything about me was gone. I couldn’t even think to remember my name. The visions faded, as well as the room. The room was no longer recognizable. I completely lost all sense of self and body. This is where my memories end.’

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‘I had what we call a ‘mind-explosion.’ It had started with me just thinking about the number 23. I like to think very philosophically and was pondering the purpose of this number. I quickly came to the conclusion that the number was almost like life’s personal metaphor to make us realize how connected we are. After this realization the mind-explosion happened. I was quickly and constantly able to make connections between everything and anything. Colors, sounds, animals, words, buildings, races and species all blended in to one concise object and thought. I was literally holding the entire universe in my conscious. My mind snapped back. 23 became God. The absolution of the complete oneness of the universe. I snapped back again and thought “how can a number be a God?” Then I had a breakthrough that I have not been able to leave behind since. This is the night that I finally realized what Zen thought is truly about. The complete opening of the door that lead me to the paradoxical oneness of it all. Everything pieced together, anything anyone has ever said, written, drawn, done, was a representation of the whole because that’s what we are. We try to separate, categorize, and ostracize things but in truth we are all just one piece and that piece is existence. And thus continues the paradoxical nature of the world.’

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‘In my head, my ego felt as though it was being dissolved and I remember very quickly my body sunk down into the bed going pretty deep, as I was going down I caught a glimpse of my room it was bright neon blue and there were very detailed and intricate geometric patterns flowing and swarming throughout the air. All sensory perception disappeared, in what must have only been seconds after I had dropped the syringe. The drug now forcefully turned off everything that was “me”, my entire consciousness shut down. From there it rebooted my consciousness, but when it booted back up it wasn’t “me”, it was an empty shell of a consciousness, a blank ego. It was like the drug was reformatting my brain for a new person. One by one traits, qualities, and memories of another ego were being uploaded into the empty shell that my brain was running. After awhile enough of this information had been uploaded to constitute a person. I still didn’t know exactly who I was or even what I was. I started piecing together the information that had already been uploaded and I started making connections. Apparently the other ego that had been being installed was actually myself. All I could make sense of at this point was that I was just some kid who does a lot of drugs. The drug had seemed to defragmentize my ego much like a computer would defrag itself. I felt like “I” ran much better and more efficiently than I used too.’

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‘I first remember being in the stretcher. The thing is, while I was in it, I didn’t have a body to see, as if I was just a set of eyeballs. It started screeching me around the hospital, at more than two million miles an heartbeat. My stretcher was anchored to the floor, but years and years of life and the people in the hospital went by. Now you would think I wouldn’t even have the time to make out there face in the tiny amount of time that I saw them, but for every single face, there whole lives broke down in front of me, and I would see their whole lives pass before me. And may I remind you that billions upon billions of faces passed by in fractions of seconds. I would be watching the people (in my floating set of eyeballs, out of body state) pass by, and the breakdown would happen, and in some weird transfer, I would be sitting in a hospital bed. I was tripping so hard that once I fell into peoples lives, I genuinely believed I was whoever persons life I took over at the time. I lived the life of an woman who went to the hospital and was diagnosed with breast cancer. Then I was Richard, who started getting bumps on his nut sac. I was reading The Children of Men by P.D. James when the doctor came in and diagnosed me with AIDS. Suddenly I was back were I was in phase one, being the eyeballs on the stretcher. I started falling out of life itself, while I was still in the process of falling out of life itself. It all started to climax worse and worse and worse. I would fall out of life itself going a billion miles an hour while they alien sounding doctors were trying to talk to me. Then all the sudden one of the doctors got straight in my face, grabbed me by the shoulders and said “You’re going to die”. My vision went black.’

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‘My ‘trip’ began as soon as the streetcar started to move. My field of vision began to narrow and unfocus, and soon I was not aware of any of my senses at all. I soon realized that anything and everything I did had no meaning or importance. The essence of what I now was now perceived as liquid, a drop moving throughout the universe. I soon entered into a sort of waiting room, where I was presented with a mass of spherical liquid which represented the collection of individual ‘drops’, one of which was me, watching it from outside. I realized the truth – that all individuals sprung from this mass of liquid as drops, but that the drops themselves had no individual identity UNTIL they had been individual drops for some time. In other words, if I were to re-enter this sphere my identity would be lost. I briefly wondered if my identity would be absorbed into this mass, but realized that in fact my identity, everything about me, would be completely erased. The physical world in which we lived, and everything that constituted who I thought I was, was all illusionary and meaningless. At this point I knew I had a choice – I could re-enter the sphere and get my destiny over with, or I could continue this fabricated life for a little longer. I was unsure what I would decide, but then the horn on the streetcar went off loudly and I was brought abruptly back into this world. I had lost my chance to choose because I had hesitated.’

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‘The night started out with me getting ready for bed and putting on That 70’s Show in my bedroom. This was my regular routine. Fwooom! I was falling! Falling fast! Into my bed I sunk, further and further, and then all of the sudden; Black. The black disappeared in a flash of blue, and there I was, but not in my normal body. I was in the body of a human fetus. Was it my fetus? Someone else’s? This was irrelevant. The fact was it was me. I was floating through this blue dimension. I was beyond our world, and I soon realized that I could see the lines that made up my room, but I was outside of them. To describe this to you, I would say that I was in a fourth dimensional blue-print, viewing my three dimensional room. It was amazing. I was floating around the Fourth Dimension! I was there! I had somehow reached a new world that has been co-existing with ours this entire time. Soon after I found myself back in my room, but my room was not the same. I was still in the fourth dimension. I continued to float. At first I was in the corner of my room above my bed, and then swiftly I moved up into the top of my closet. Now I could start to feel the fourth dimension slipping away. But I didn’t want it to. I was saying to it something along the lines of: “I welcome you to the third dimension!” As I pulled my arm out of its reach for salvaging the fourth dimension my eyes opened.’

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‘I crawled to the mirror not being able to walked. looked in and jumped through to see my other side. I thought I had entered the mirror and was staring back at me. or so i thought. I looked down at my dog and to my suprise he was frozen in time.. I tried to pet him and i hit a sheet of glass. this when i relized i was still ‘in the mirror’ (when in reality i probally tried to pet the dog in the mirror) I crawled back to the sofa and tried to pull myself on. i decided to turn on music television because my fucking computer Crashed. I lay there on the couch making what seemed to be new revoloutions, including how i was one with the sofa, that why i couldent move. I even believed that humans turned into sofas when they die. I had a flash with god next as he appeared out of my curtains. He told me I had sinned. although not through phsycoactives but through my lack of respect for others. He told me i could still redeem myslef but i said ‘i’m too lazy’ and he said ‘Then i banish you to hell’. I dont remeber much i just remeber i was seriously comtemplating death as a way out.. Death dident seem that bad for some reason. I was still vary dissy and felt sick to the stomach but my dog started barking and chewing on my hand, so i needed to take him out for a walk.’

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‘I decided that the world we are forced into by birth was the alternate dimension that K helped you escape, but at the right dose would free you from. I stayed off the stuff for about three weeks. During this chapter in my life I really had no concept of time, it was pointless to me. Once I prepared my lines, rolled up my ‘lucky’ two dollar bill, and drank a small glass of orange juice I stared at myself in the mirror. Just stared. I did every line staring into my own eyes, and then felt myself suck through to the otherside. I am pretty sure I died, or at least tampered with the thin drape that seperates life from death. I found God, and God is not in religion. God is everything. Positive and negative, right and wrong, exsistant and non exsistant. God is the nexus of the universe, while being the universe itself. We are parasites. We feed off of the earth to survive, killing it in the process. We are nothing more than matter bumping into itself and re generating. Death is another word for freedom, the ultimate goal for any rational thinker. To my dismay, my mortal sight came back, but this is the strange part. If you recall earlier, I noted I was sucked into the other side of the mirror. To this day, everything is backwards to the way it used to be. I live in the other side of the mirror, and this is the life long physical effect K has left me with. Sadly, I found that the meaning of life is only to find life has no meaning.’

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‘I remember talking to D who was sat across the room but my words felt like they were having to travel much further than normal to reach her. I walked over and sat next to her and held her hand. I heard D say ‘I’m melting’ and I think I said ‘Goodbye’ as I also melted away from reality, as though I fell backwards into another space. Obviously we had entered the infamous k-hole, but I had no sense of this or any rational thought to cling onto or justify the experience. From here onwards it is very difficult to remember or relate the experience, all I can say is that it was as though I was stripped of my personality, memories, language, vision – everything that makes me human. There was just a sense of existing as part of the fabric of the universe, as if I had become sewn into it. I have vague recollections of some form of communication with other entities in this space, but not through language or visual means, probably more like telepathy or sharing the same point of consciousness in this most unusual domain. Although I struggle to retain any true memory of this place and the things that happened there I know without question that I witnessed the truth of the universe and our existence, or rather was reduced to the point, having been stripped of my human faculties, where I was returned into the truth that we somehow vacate to travel in our human vehicles.’

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‘M has this pre-trip ritual that he likes to go through, and I must say, I enjoy the calming he brings to me as well. He lights incense or a bundle of sage, and walks about the house in a meditative fashion. The Ketamine was injected at around 8:50. My trip began in a familiar space, that is, almost exactly where my last very powerful Ketamine trip had ended. I was greeted back by familiar beings, who existed only as energy in the form of light. I was being taught and rewarded with beautiful strings of music for each lesson that I learned completely. I was completely unaware of my human body and existed not as Erica, but as an energy on which the universe relied. In my transformed state of light, colorless light, I felt the presence of many other energies, including M’s, and many old energies who seemed happy to reunite with me. It seemed as though we were gathering in a timeless space, black like the moonless sky, and infinitely large like the universe. In the blackness of infinity, I witnessed the union of two energies, M’s and mine. We were, again, joined by all of the energies of the universe, and we all existed as white light. I was a particle, being united with my anti-particle, and when our streams of white light collided, we were all witness to the birth of a universe, a new existence, and we were all very happy. I suppose in some sorts, it was like the Big Bang, energies colliding and causing such disruption that existence was changed, and time began.’


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p.s. Hey. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben, Thanks, man. New Play Therapy! Cool! It’s been a while, no? Stay ultra-safe. ** David Ehrenstein, Thanks, Mr. E. I think the whole world is very aware of what’s going Stateside right now. It’s the international media’s ‘big show’ of the moment. ** David S. Estornell, Thank you kindly, David. ** kier, Kier! Whoop! Thank you, pal. I talked to Zac briefly yesterday for the first time in weeks — he’s sick at his mom’s place in the south — and he’s still pretty ill and says it’s quite horrible, but he says there are very vague signs of improvement. Scary shit. The ‘big day’ had no plans other than a couple of Zooms with friends. It was a non-starter, which was fine. Paris isn’t really so bad right now. I think, relatively, we’re a good place to be. But a strict lockdown is assuredly in the cards for any day now. We have galleries, but no restaurants or cafes. And an 8 pm curfew. Oh, man, awesome about your show and hopefully it’ll open up as scheduled as a bonus. That lake events sounds so, yes, extremely dreamy. Even in what I can only imagine is the freezing cold. Fun? Oh, wow, I didn’t know about that page on Ian White’s site about that crazy event. I’ll go scour it. Wild. Thank you a ton, mighty K. So good to see you, pal, I miss you. I still hope you’ll be able to get down here for that residency at some point. Big love! ** James, Hi. Well, happy birthday back to you, sir! I had no special plans whatsoever other than getting burritos from the Paris Chipotle for my b’day meal, which sounds sad to US people, I know, but it’s a big deal to a Mexican food loving person in Paris. That was it. No friends, no cake, whatev’. I’m so sorry about your father. I hope he pulls through. I wasn’t close to my father. We were estranged for a long time, but we were okay in his later life. The deaths of parents is intense. For me, it’s a recurring feeling of confusion and strangeness accompanied by profound seeming thoughts about life’s futility and stuff like that. It’s heavy. I don’t know how one deals with it. The effect seems like something that you have no control over whatsoever. It’s big, and you either repress it or go with it. Okay, I’ll send you my address. Man, best of all possible luck and wishes re: your father. Hugs, love, me. ** Zak Ferguson, Hello there, Zak! Thanks so much for coming in here. The first two Jorodowsky films (‘ET’ and ‘TMM’) are by far the best ones, if you ask me. I’m kind of not a huge materialist type or whatever, so, no I don’t buy/collect film physical media. I have some stuff in LA, but here I have limited space, and it’s over-occupied by books, so, with exceptions, film and music collecting is 90% digital for me. My pleasure and a no brainer and so on re: your and Jared’s books on my faves list. Readers like me are the honored ones. Thank you for all the sweet words, comrade. We’re all comrades together in the furthering of writing. Maxing out whatever talents we’ve got. It’s a-hierarchical. Things are okay here considering and so to speak. With you too, I hope. Lovely to see you, man. ** Misanthrope, Thanks, G. If it wasn’t for all the well wishers on Facebook, I would have hardly known it was my birthday. Welcome to the 21st century. Well, then maybe an OnlyFans? If she’s that nice then I’m sure she doesn’t read my blog and will never know. ** Bill, Morning morning high five, bud. Zac’s recovery is a slow one, but recovery is the point. Nasty, nasty stuff. At least for him. Yeah, I’m kind of surprised that Krishna Shiva doesn’t have a kind of Skaggs-like following. He seems like the Outsider Elvis or something. How’s your week looking? ** Sypha, Thanks. Uh, Martin has asked me about publishing the other notebooks. The problem is, one, they’re not as lengthy, and, two and most importantly, the decision to publish ‘Gone’ is what lead to the Fales Library defacing/destroying that notebook without my knowledge and permission, and I can’t risk a repeat of that. As always, your reading habits rival mine. Good on you. As for music, you have become such a pop music focused guy. It’s interesting. Bon day! ** T, Hi, T! JozankeiL: noted, sounds great, thank you! And those baths, definitely. Yeah, Satoland looks to be agricultural. And not amazing, but the agricultural bent is offbeat enough to magnetise it. With the scrapbooks, generally I made them in preparation for the writing, or alongside making notes and graphs and stuff, but sometimes I would go back to them during the writing if there was something I wanted to do that vexed me and if I thought trying to figure it out with visuals would help. Thanks about my b’day. My only goal was that the Paris Chipotle would be open and that my trek across town to its entrance would not be a sad, in vain endeavor, and it was! Have a lovely week starter. ** G, Aw, thank you so much! Um, it’s very difficult and emotional and painful to think about much less write about George, and as someone who’s most interested in being challenged by art/life/etc., I guess that’s why. It’s the hardest thing. It’s a doomed pursuit, and I keep looking for the right answer or something. It doesn’t feel courageous at all. It’s feels more complicated than that, I guess. It was, of course, amazing and hugely honoring to hear/see those artists, all of whom I admire a lot, wrap their brains and voices around my work. It was humbling and nuts. I hope your weekend was a big winner. Love, me. ** Twelve, Hi, Twelve. It’s really nice to make your acquaintance, and thanks a lot for coming in here. Yeah, me too, re: Chris Gentry. He makes an appearance in my novel ‘Guide’, which that scrapbook was related to. Thanks for your question. Re: the original story from which the graphic novel sprung — ‘Introducing Horror Hospital’ — there was an actual band called Horror Hospital. They were a teen punk band I saw perform in LA, and they, like their non de plume, were really terrible and completely charming. So the story used them as a model. At the time when Keith Mayerson and I expanded the story into the graphic novel, he and I were both obsessed with Alex James. I was working on ‘Guide’, where a slightly renamed AJ is kind of a main character, and Keith was as smitten with him as I was, so he decided to make AJ the model for Trevor Machine, and he used photos of AJ as his models/guidelines when drawing TM. So, long story shorter, yes, physically, TM in the graphic novel is AJ. Thanks again, and thanks for the b’day wish. If it needs to be said, please come back and visit or hang out any time you like. It would be a pleasure. ** Ian, Hey, thanks a bunch, Ian. I gorged out on a big, American-style burrito, which, over here, is a delicacy, believe it or not. I love that story idea of your re: ‘The Magic Christian’. He’s a great character who was not nearly maxed out enough. Cool, exciting. How’s it going? ** Jeremy McFarland, Hi, J. Aw, thanks, man. It was an uneventful b’day, but uneventful is another word for fine. I hope some of whatever good vibes my b’day created wended their way into your household. ** Dominik, Hi, D. Thank you, thank you! For the b’day wishes and about the post. Scrapbooks, right, I know. I miss scissors and glue and destroying magazines. I think the new edition of ‘Gone’ comes out in the spring, but I don’t know exactly when. Now my brain is cycling through all the possible things/people I’d wish would ring my doorbell. Thank you. Love like this, Dennis. ** Steve Erickson, Thanks, man. Zac has promised me that he will make me a huge bowl of cold sesame noodle — he’s a maestro at making them — as soon as he’s back on his feet, so that’ll do. Cool about the film programming possibility. I jinx all jinxes. Everyone, Perk up your ears for the latest tune from Mr. Steve Erickson, a la … ‘I wrote this song over the past 2 days, trying to express my recent mood swings and a yearning for hope and beauty coming from a pretty pessimistic place. It alternates between distorted samples of drumming on metal and soothing, almost New Age passages of bells, piano and synthesizer.’ ** Damien Ark, Thanks, D. Same and more back to you. Gee, thank you so much for the mix! Holy moly! I’ll go spin that in just a minute. Everyone, Mighty Damien Ark made a birthday music mix for me for my birthday, but you can hear it too. Pretend it’s your birthdays. Okay, you in that head space? Then click and listen. Love to you, man. ** wolf, Roar! Dude, you just wished me the greatest birthday that any sentient being has ever possibly have had going back for centuries. Love you to death, pal of pals! ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff. Thanks. Uh, if there were better photos they’re in the memory of the camera I had back then, and fuck knows where it is now. Somewhere. Shit, your horrible IRL body’s life continues. Man, you are like a beacon for unfair physical occurrences. It’s getting kind of Ripleys Believe it or Not. Except without the ‘not’ part. WTF! Feel/get better ASAP, man. I know of Frank Stanford, but I don’t think I’ve ever read him. I’ve heard really great things. I’m going to find his stuff. IOW, from what I’ve heard, he does seem like a poet to investigate, yes. ** Gus, Hi, Gus. Time is so fucking weird, no? More than ever. Anyway, it’s good to see you. Best of the best of luck with the masters application, and congrats on getting its construction out of your hair. And thank you a lot about the post and about ‘Sad Story’. I’m doing fine. I do think Paris is not the worst place to be at this very moment, but I think we’re due for a re-quarantine any day now, so I don’t recommend booking a flight. And obviously really good luck with getting your work published. I’m sure you know that that’s the one bonifiably hellish part of being a writer, but it passes. Let me know how that goes and what happens if you feel like it. Lots of the best to you too. ** Armando, Thanks a lot, A! I hope all is really well on your end. ** cal, Thank you, Cal. It was centred around a burrito which tasted very delicious, so … yes! ** Brian O’Connell, Thanks a lot and howdy, Brian. Aw, thanks a lot, man. That’s all so great to hear. It was cool and trippy to see all the stuff I never thought anyone but I would ever see in glass cases in an art space. Yes, a big publisher who I guess I probably shouldn’t name was going to republish the Cycle novels in one volume concurrent with ‘I Wished’ because ‘IW’ is about George, but it didn’t end up happening. And my agent(s) have been trying to get Grove Press to republish them in a compendium volume for years, but Grove doesn’t want to for whatever reason. It’ll happen. I think eventually they’ll only be available in one volume, and it’s just a matter of whether I’ll have to die first for that to happen, ha ha. My weekend was very usual. My birthday was almost like any other day, which wasn’t a problem whatsoever. Onwards. How was the first slice of your week ahead? ** Nik, Hi, Nik! How’s it going with you and yours? Thank you a lot for the birthday shout out. Take care.  Hope to see you again soon. ** Right. Interested in knowing (kind of) what it’s like to travel through a K-Hole? If so, the blog’s got you covered. See you tomorrow.


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  1. bewildering post, Dennis! People don’t believe me given my odd personality but I haven’t done any drugs until this stage of my life (well, except an erroneous doze of something by a doctor years ago) so this kind of information feels fresh to me. Strange and interesting. In any case, I’m glad you had a burrito as you so wanted. I didn’t plan on it but I might get a burrito too today instead of cooking on my own. That sounds convenient in the least. This past weekend I’ve felt unpleasantly distracted and lowish after meeting with new people online at a big academic conference, but I feel recovered after reading some Hervé Guibert. With “recovered” I mean adequately withdrawn and focused on stuff I care. Have a nice week! Stay safe and be well. More soon xx.

  2. Coucou, bonjour cher Dennis. Have a great day. Bisous 😘

  3. David Ehrenstein

    January 11, 2021 at 2:39 pm

    I recall first hearing about Ketamine many years ago and not being abe to imagine why anyonewould want to take an animal tranquilizer.

    My fathr died in 1964 and my mother in 1987. both deaths were traumatic for me in that it took time to devlop an eotional reaction to them. They were for me “impossible events” I couldn’t really recognie.

  4. I fell down a K-Hole a few years ago. I remember being laid out on the host’s sofa for an hour until it passed. It all wore off quite abruptly and I could behave normally soon afterwards. Intense though, not sure I would recommend it on Tripadvisor.

  5. I’m still under the influence of my father’s passing, and that was decades ago (1976). It’s not an issue of getting over it, but just the plain sadness of such a death, and I do dream about him on a semi-regular basis. I have been crazing a burrito and a milkshake for the past two months or so. At first, I thought to get a vegan milkshake, but then, no, I need a real milkshake. A diner-era type of milkshake. And also a burrito, but not a fancy burrito, but a hardcore refried beans, cheese, and rice. Do milkshakes and mid-century Burritos go together? Happy Birthday, Dennis. And now for today’s journey that is your blog…

  6. Dennis, Hahaha, an OnlyFans. I’d get jailed. 😉

    Hmm, yeah, Ketamine, no thanks. I don’t like being out of control.

    I have been told, though, that you should only do it alone or with someone you really, really trust. Have read those horror stories of people getting raped and stuff while on it. Fuck that. But yeah, beyond that, not for me at all.

    I believe that the Training Coordinator does not read the blog. Hahaha. And I have a feeling that if she came here, she’d have no idea how to navigate it.

    My Twitter account has been suspended. No reason given. I’ve appealed it but haven’t heard back. The more I think about it, the more I’m thinking it’s due to inactivity. Never posted anything political or violent or whatever on there, and never followed anyone “controversial” or whatever, just friends and artists and sports people I like. Hmm. If anything, it’ll just be one less worry.

  7. Hi!!

    This year’s posts keep hitting my sweet spot! I’ve never tried ketamine. I’m somewhat attracted to the idea, but I don’t think I’m brave enough to take that kind of blind dive into my brain and who knows what else (the universe?). The “Poor Adam” video is horrible – imagine tripping with that irritating asshole touching you and screaming at you, Jesus.

    The love you sent fits the post pretty nicely, haha. Thank you! Love almost as pretty as the one above “The Ket Bin.”

  8. I’ve never been tempted by K, and this post is not changing that, haha. And some of the texts remind me of Ligotti, whom I’m not a fan of. (Sorry, fans!)

    I’m reading very early Guibert from “Written in Invisible Ink”. Fun, but I’d have enjoyed it more 30 years ago. Saw Agusti Villaronga’s “Moonchild”, surprisingly silly, but not bad for mindless Saturday night entertainment.

    Hope the upcoming show goes well, Kier. We’ll get to see it online somewhere, I hope?

    Bill

  9. Hey d, trippy post today about the land of k hole. I never did get into ket during my drug days and I can’t help but feel that’s not a bad thing. How about the pic of the two young blokes all tweaked out? I feel like that gets a lot of meme work on the inter web.
    My ripoff of the magic Christian is starting out alright. Below is a link where you can read the opening of it if that interests you at all.
    https://nightpainincorporated.blogspot.com/?m=1
    Stay safe in la belle paris
    yr doting admirer, ian

  10. K is now available for legal prescription use, albeit tightly controlled, as an antidepressant in the US. Have you ever tried it, or did it become popular after you had quit drugs? Almost everyone I know who’s used it didn’t really get high, just felt trapped in place for half an hour (which makes sense considering its use as a horse tranquilizer and general anesthetic for humans), and never wanted to take it again. But these stories are wild. (My favorite recent drug tales are alien encounters after drinking huge amounts of DXM cough syrup.) The one exception liked it so much he once went on a 2-week ketamine-and-sex binge.

    Tomorrow I am seeing a new eye doctor for the first time and getting a thorough eye exam. I want to discuss my continued blurred vision with him and check out whether there’s any serious physical problem still going on.

    Great news: I will be writing for Screen Slate! My first review will probably be the Chinese live-streaming doc PRESENT.PERFECT, which becomes available through MOMA at the end of this month.

  11. Hey Dennis – Enjoyed the gabby tumble down the K hole today. On Ket 24/6 sounds appealing some weeks.

    Thanks about the latest woe. It’s been a real shit three months or so on numerous fronts. Hopefully things will be turning a corner very soon.

    Meant to say a while back how cool it is that you knew Susan Hiller. I thought I saw some of her work in varioso posts here. I’ve been really taken by her stuff the deeper I dive. You mentioned she interviewed you once. What was that/she like?

    Been reading the new Luc Sante book, which is really something – contains some of his best work, including some odd and super compelling fiction pieces. Nice appreciation of Rene Ricard’s poetry too. Have you done a post on his poems here? I have a vague recollection

  12. Another stellar post, Dennis. Some of these accounts excel at expressing ineffables. Inspirational language bits in there. Please stay well. Love and talk soon!

  13. Hey DC. I think I commented late on your birthday post. I’m having a rough time keep ing up. This is what I said:
    Everybody’s favorite subject here! So great to see stuff about my favorite books in the universe. And I’ve always been so fascinated with the structural elements. They’re like sculpture and I’m mesmerized by how you managed to do that.

    I’ll stop gushing. Happy Birthday Buddy!
    B

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