Tuesday, May 25, 2010


I haven't written anything on this blog for a while and probably won't for another week or so. Paradoxically this is because it's summer so I finally have time to finish my pageant (upcoming from Tarpaulin Sky Press). It's kind of growing out of control - as long as a novel - and that was never my intention, so I'm now going to spend some time perhaps cutting it in half. Too much enthusiasm: everything is currently going in.

Including this very good book I've been reading recently: Ronaldo Wilson's Poems of the Black Object, which made me go back and re-read Beyond Sexuality by Tim Dean and a bunch of Lacan stuff about object a and Cornelius Eady's Brutal Imagination, which made me go back and read about Mike Kelley performance pieces on repressed memory. So the black man who Susan Smith invented to take the blame when she'd killed her kids (the topic of Eady's book) comes into my pageant (which is also really a series of monologues like Cornelius's book) to discuss various All-American fantasies (rape, kidnapping, Disney figures) etc. Wilson has a fantastic amorous sequence devoted to a dead german porn star, and he also makes an appearance.

My book is too long. I've got to cut it.

Luckily, I love cutting. Cutting is what I like to do.

I will start posting comments again next week.


Blogger Kate Durbin said...

This sounds great.

3:40 PM  
Blogger Fran├žois Luong said...

Isn't the idea of cutting down your book going against your idea of excessive writing?

11:50 AM  
Blogger Johannes said...

I didn't know that I had a specific idea about excess. If I do I certainly don't believe it has to do with page length. (though it can it can).


11:59 AM  

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