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dailyaphorism.jpgThe New Yorker on Tony O’Neill: “As readings go, this one was a little like a rock concert. A tan-colored mutt, whom no one in the room could claim, roamed between our feet. A bleach blonde wore sunglasses indoors. During O’Neill’s reading—he began, apologetically, with four poems—a middle-aged couple near the front locked themselves into a prolonged kiss. The small room began to smell like cigarette smoke. People loudly booed the announcement that the bar would close during the actual reading. The novel’s newlyweds berated one another for spending their last fifty dollars on a marriage license, and not on drugs.” (via The Olive Reader) * Totally Dublin talk to poet John Cooper Clarke: “Whatever makes people good it ain’t drugs. Drugs will never furnish you with any particular talent.” * Hunter S Thompson‘s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, digested by John Crace: This gonzo shit was wearing thin. Sure, we went to the DA’s convention and found they knew jack shit about drugs. Everyone knows marijuana’s just for stoner losers. Sure, we got the locals a bit pissed at us on the freeway. Sure, we kited some cheques and did more drugs. Sure, we fooled the chambermaid into thinking we were undercover cops. What better cover was there than a pair of drug fiends? Sure, I bought an ape. But it was all getting a bit tired, a bit predictable. I tried writing in a new format. * Absinthe Minded, the blog * Robert Creeley‘s library * The Village Voice have a word with Savannah Knoop, the public face of JT Leroy: “He fit easily into most people’s projections. He was the Jean Genet, the quiet-sage mute. He was wild and crazy; he was a train wreck. Or he was hope that we could all get through it and transform it into art. I was never offered so many drugs in my life as when I was the recovering addict JT—and for someone who didn’t like to be touched, I was constantly being touched.” * And a lengthy interview with Knoop in the SF Weekly * A David Foster Wallace Boston memorial tour * A bumper feast of William Burroughs * The Independent on Burroughs and Jack Kerouac: “It’s not the most sophisticated crime novel, and it doesn’t show either writer at his best. But it evokes a time, towards the end of the war, and a place, Manhattan, that’s become sour with drunks, whores, sailors, faggots and lost souls, all wondering when the world is going to re-start. It’s a fascinating snapshot from a lost era. If you’re looking for the link between Hemingway‘s impotent post-war drifters in The Sun Also Rises, the barflies and Tralalas of Last Exit to Brooklyn and the zonked-out kids of Bret Easton Ellis‘s Less Than Zero, look no further.” * In the LA Times, Carolyn Kellog writes on Charles Bukowski: “When I was young, and new to L.A., and hanging around dissolute poets, I read a lot of Bukowski, and it seemed to me, even then, that there was a lot of dreck to page through before something struck and resonated. So when I picked up Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook, it was with those hard questions in mind: doesn’t this guy need an editor? And a garbage can? But these essays have that sometimes-absent discipline (or help from editors) so that even when they consist of disconnected paragraphs, they have a kind of form. And, I think, a preciseness of language that’s missing in his lesser work.” * Henry Rollins and the emergence of hardcore * And Rollins talks to Time Out NY {and 3:AM‘s interview with Rollins is here} * Ten of the best circadian novels * Twitter, Flickr, Facebook make blogs look so 2004. * Which character has the worst name in fiction? * Neal Stephenson meets Bat Segundo * 3:AM‘s Chris Killen blurbs things around his flat: mysterious empty vase (once held flowers, now unsure what to do with it): “Precise and masterly, this empty vase tells us things we already knew, things we didn’t know, and things we would hope to avoid. Thrilling.” (via Pete Lit) * Black Bile Press are offering limited edition chapbooks by Zsolt Alapi & Mark SaFranko * SaFranko‘s Loners * Noah Cicero‘s Nosferatu * Boldtype talk to Kelly Link * Finally, a bit of good news: Word Riot have picked up Nick Antosca‘s Midnight Picnic, that was to be published by now-defunct Impetus Press.

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First posted: Wednesday, November 12th, 2008.

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