from Oscar B
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from Daniel Portland
50 blood red moon hearts for dcs
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from Scunnard
Happy 5th birthday five times because:
I guess I just wanted the world to know that my dog could beat the crap out of a pegacorn.
Because my friend swore that Dave Thomas cruised him online before he died (Dave, not my friend), so if you can't be cruised by Dave Thomas then the terrorists have already won.
Because everyone looks cooler talking on a cell phone (I like to imagine that all three are on a party-line together).
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from Dan Callahan
Me and Joe Dallesandro wish your blog a happy birthday
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from Toniok
Peeping Tom
Eyes of a loner, bewildered boy
whom I surprised staring at us
in that pine grove beside the Faculty of Arts
more than eleven years ago,
when I started to pull myself away,
still stunned with sand and saliva,
after we rolled around, the two of us half dressed,
blissful as beasts.
Your memory, how strange,
with the condensed strength of a symbol,
stays linked to that story,
my first experience of requited love.
At times I ask myself what happened to you.
And if now, in your nights next to a body,
the old scene returns
and you still spy our kisses.
So the image of your eyes
returns to me from the past
like an unrelated scream. Expression
of my own desire.
Jaime Gil de Biedma
(translated by Louis M. Bourne)
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from Alan
5 from DC’s for DC’s’s 5th
1.
Watching porn’s usually like watching a melancholy documentary to me, a documentary about sex as a failed utopia or something, I don’t know.
2.
How can one not love humans when you realize how fucking weird we are, you know? If we were dogs, we’d bark at each other.
3.
Characters aren’t real. Nothing they feel or experience is real, and nothing you do to them is real. If they were real, they’d be you. Any harm you cause them is only harmful to you. I don’t think guilt has any place in the writing of fiction. In the publishing of fiction, it might be an issue, but in the act of writing, no. The act of writing is only about making something you think is worthy of existing. The only thing that’s real when you write is what you think and feel when you write. I think all of unreality must be available for sacrifice.
4.
Yeah, I like love, I guess, but I could be suffering from Stockholm syndrome.
5.
I think confusion is the truth, except sometimes when I’m feeling it, ha ha.
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from Memoirs of a Heroinhead
Happy 5th birthday, you'll be getting our first hard-on soon... the blog that is. Here's a little something to encourage that...
'My Father Duing His 15 minutes of Fame'
If you've never visited my art site go and have a little look:
http://shanelevene.hpage.com
Anyway, Happy 5th birthday...
Love & Thoughts & Wishes, Shane
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from Flit
Hey! Happy Birthday DC'S!
Look at you, still cute and relevant after all these years.
Here is what I am bringing to the party:
Myself
A couple of bottles of my favorite beverage
A turntable for some all night dancing
Flowers that I made from stolen duct tape
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from Bill Hsu
It's Alan's text, Kier's drawing, me pushing things around.
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from Annalisa Jablonska
I had not a fucking clue of what my gift could be for you. I wanted to stop that stupid idea of me being able to make you a gift. But I remembered that your blog never ever mentionned (I think?) someone who is for me the closest human incarnation of your art. Hence, here is from me to you Martin Tomlinson. He is the vocals in a band called Selfish Cunt.
http://www.myspace.com/ixnewyork
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from Shane Allison
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from Sypha
For my contribution to the blog's fifth birthday I essentially created a 52 image slideshow of some of my favorite pictures taken from the blog (some of which go all the way back to its first year). I figure it might be a nice trip down memory lane for a few of the old-timers. I actually did two of them: the sequence of images are the same in each one, but the background music differs: one of them has an upbeat gay dance-type song done under my Sypha Nadon musical identity, while the other is more of an industrial/death metal type song recorded under the Boy Destroyer name. I liked both versions so much I figure I'll just send you both of them so people can have a choice what musical accompaniment they want when they watch the slideshow itself.
Version 1
Version 2
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from Wolf & Nick Hudson
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from David Ehrenstein
----“Gift” first inevitably brings to mind the classic Velvet Underground sprehtsangen. Here they are in Prague in ‘93.
And here are two cinematic interpretations. One by Joshua Perminter
Another by Cloudsdreamdisorder
Naturally the Gift invariably leads one to thoughts of “Gifting”
And from there one moves inevitably to Patient Less Than Zero
Pansy Division will sing us out.
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from Christopher/Mark
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from 'Stoopid Slapped Puppies'
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p.s. Hey. It begins. 'Nuff said, I imagine. Just, you know, a thousand thanks to everyone. Okay, ... ** Misanthrope, I was going for 150, but google, etc. failed me, and, in the process, either failed or saved you guys. Yeah, there was a tree house in our yard, kind of hidden in some bushes and trees on the yard's outskirts. Did some drug taking and fooling around up there. My psycho brother added a ground floor at some point and turned it into a plywood house where he lived with the spiders for a year or so. I'm sure when my mom sold our house, it was the first thing to go. ** Memoirs of a Heroinhead, Hey, Shane. I do remember the toilet siege, and I'm glad it ended without a shotgun blast through the door. The present is both fantastic and wowing recipients as you read this. Thank you so much, and ... wait, wow, really? A real painting? Man, that's ... are you sure? I'm too excited by the offer to turn you down, but that's just incredibly generous of you, Shane. Are you sure? Well, okay, I'll go hunt the site when I finish this, and I'll write to you there if that's an option, I guess. God, thanks so much, Shane, really, wow. Love and respect to you. ** Scunnard, Hey. Damn, that sounds like the dream treehouse every kid dreams about, or I did. But the key was the tatertots. Oh, how I loved me some tatertots. Sigh. You good? Re: your gift, dude, you know my sources of giddy excitement all too well. Thank you, thank you. ** David, Hey, sir. ** Oscar B, I decided that, given the blog is not a rock festival, and given that everyone is already sitting in their seats when the curtain first opens, your gift was the perfect ... you know how, like, superstars like Jay Z and Madonna start their shows with big, splashy video montages of their past triumphs or whatever to get everyone all riled up and so on? I thought it was the perfect that. I think my phone's on the hook, and let's sort our Rimbaudmania shit out soon. ** Changeling, You are clearly a guy after my own heart. I'm putting together my next possible sigh fest of a post right now, and let's see if we form a third chorus. Link used to live in a treehouse in 'Zelda', but I think he was given a 'grown up' house in the last game, sadly. Try to hear Lou Christie's song 'Jungle' of you can 'cos it's a monkey-sound back up vocals feast. Yeah, I'm a Phosphorescent fan, if that helps. I even like the old Fillup Shack record. I think I found them through a side trip back when I was really into Iron & Wine during the 'Creek Drank the Cradle' period. So, I'm on board with your anticipation. In fact, let me know how the show is, if you don't mind. ** David Ehrenstein, Yes, RIP: Lena Horne, for sure. That 'Last Address' is really, really beautiful and powerful. I knew nothing about it before. Everyone, courtesy of David Ehrenstein, here's a beautiful short film titled 'Last Address' that is, to quote the description beneath the clip, 'an elegiac film made up of exterior images of the last residential addresses of a group of New York City artists who died of AIDS.' Highly recommended. ** Joseph, Oh, you know, don't think twice about the idea that doing that post and also putting your work in the workshop constitutes too much you. Not at all. If the interest in workshopping something holds, please go ahead and grace us, man. Thanks much. Good day right back at you. ** Alan, 'EtV' has a US release date in, mm, September, I think, so, yeah, I'd guess art houses in NYC and LA are fairly guaranteed. Beyond that, one wonders. Your gift tripped me out, made me blush, made me feel good, and thank you. ** Trees, Hey, man. Yeah, that's ultra-complicated sounding with Se4n. I hope the treacherous aspect of the new space between you guys gets negotiated out. That clashing when need meets need for space is so hard to strategize. Been there, needless to say. Still, one really good talk can quell everything. I hope the one this week is it. On a happier note, your radio show! Yeah, send us/me to the archive as soon as you know the way. I'm way looking forward to that. ** Toniok, Hey, man. Sorry to be slow on the emailing front. I've been scrambled in the brains the last weeks. It's coming. No, I haven't read 'Il Barone ...'. I'm going to now, though. I think I've read three Calvinos, the obvious ones: 'Invisible Cities', 'If on a winter's night ...', 'Cosmicomics', all great. He's great, yeah. And, yeah, that Jean Rhys novel is dreamy. Thanks for the great gift too, man. ** Wolf, I thought you might share my treehouse love. Cool. I think in the US at least, you do have to own the land, and I think you probably need to get building inspection type approval technically, although I doubt anyone does that. Great links/pix of Alnwick Treehouse. It actually was pictured in the stack. It was the one with the American flag. Why the American flag, I don't know. But, yeah, it's the ultimate. ** JW Veldhoen, Is going back home for a few months really that bad? I mean, you can hold up and write, make art, etc. without, well, without New York. There's a time to do NYC and a time to get it out of your hair, in my book. Hats entirely off to you for being our treehouse code breaker. ** Statictick, The Noe film is apparently playing in the States this fall, hopefully not a censored version, but whether it'll get to Detroit, I don't know. Do you guys have a great, defiant art house theater there? RIP: Walter Burns. I'm sorry to hear that, man. ** Bollo, That mirrored treehouse was very cool, wasn't it? Is 'Moonmilk' the book of McGinley's b&w portraits? I was maybe going to write the intro to that book, but it didn't happen. Enjoy the first squib of the party and the part too, man. ** Heliotrope, Hey, Mark. Our laundromat is conveniently located in the creepily atmospheric basement/ dungeon of this ancient building and is a mere elevator ride away, but it's a laundromat nonetheless. J. still isn't being paid? Jesus. My dad seems just fine. He forgets to drink and eat sometimes is all, a strange state. Yeah, try Nature Mart. They'll either have something or will probably order it for you. They're nice there. Cool about the quality horse time. Horses kind of scare me. They seem to have decided as a species to buck the child version of me off their backs, and I carry that weight. But they're cool. The Braeden perfect game was awesome to read about. I hope somebody taped it. Miss you, man. ** Bill, If they ever invent time machines, and if I'm ever wealthy, I'm going to donate time machines to every art museum in the world. Cool about the Nitsch link. I'll hit it. And thank you so much for the really great gift today. Love, me. ** Sypha, You really are a cat lover, aren't you? Hope your allergies as well as your other maladies get the fuck out of your body. Maybe your fellow d.l.s' ideas will help a little, at least. And the gift you gave is amazing and touching and, you know, thank you a lot, James. ** Ken Baumann, My family's tree house, which was pretty blah and standard issue, really, and only maybe six feet off the ground, did its job as a shielder of budding druggies and fumbling virgins pretty well for a while, but, man, plywood sure loves to rot, even in So. Cal. What's up with that? Happy 1/5 birthday party, pal. ** _Black_Acrylic, Interesting about the release date. Well, I hope I was just being too cynical about the UK's okayness with films like that. I guess if it's a censored version, you'll know in advance. Here's hoping not. ** L@rstonovich, Whew, indeed. And here you are all brighty and shiny to prove it. ** Michael_ Karo, Cool that you live so close to that treehouse couple. They're a beauty. Do people live in them? Can the public climb those long, long ladders? ** Slatted Light, Howdy there, buddy buddy. The horror essay sounds completely thrilling, and it's even more thrilling to hear you talk of it as the first step of your longer term project. Fantastic! Hm, I can't think of a press like the one you describe. I'll think more, though. Semiotext(e) doesn't publish things like that, do they? I can imagine they might. I managed to see 'Un Lac' when one of the great little art movie theaters on the Left Bank did a little Grandieux retrospective, so I don't have a copy. I'll check with a friend who seems to have found some place where he can download any film in the world. ** Chilly Jay Chill, I would say seeing Un Lac' in a theater is greatly preferable. I would imagine the French DVD when it appears will be a product of Grandieux's supervision, but, yeah, it's a visually dark among other things. My listening is pretty random at the moment. Still kind of on a general Hypnagogic trip. I like new Emeralds album from Mego. Just got the new Ariel Pink, which sounds very good on first listen. ** Steevee, Sorry to hear about the no from Artforum, man. Artforum loves saying no in general. And, 'hm, let me think about that and get back to you', which is their worse habit. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. It wasn't bitchy at all. I don't even know what 'it' was, it was so not bitchy. You're a trooper because you rose from your sickbed long enough to tell me about it. I will take a picture of the tree on the first not gloomy, rain unruined day, which isn't today, sadly. Aw, thank you about 'Period' and your wanting of my new thing. I'm trying. I'm getting there. Few people have ever written as well about feeling bad as you do. Maybe you should write a novel about a guy with weird aches and pains and bouts of sweatiness. I'm serious. My day wasn't much. I was going to go see this show Rimbaudmania with Oscar B, but it was closed on Monday, and my phone was accidentally off the hook all day, so her room to room phone calls didn't reach me. I talked to fellow Recollets person Scott who's leaving for a three month US and Canada trip tomorrow, and we made plans to see each other today. I did a bunch of novel work. That was its usual slow, productive self. I finally paid rent, and the boss was cool about my lateness. I finally did my laundry, which you and especially my 3D French friends will be happy to know. The video interviews I did the other day for my French publisher got uploaded onto Youtube, and I watched them until watching and listening to myself made me wish I knew how to talk better. Hm, everything else was pretty usual, so I'll leave it be. Today should have a couple of things going that will at the very least get my next day report out of this room. You feeling better still? Tell me. ** NB, Thanks re: the email. I'll go get it and put it in the gift pile. I'm going to need one more day on the hotel recommendation front. I have feelers out, but the 9 hour time difference between here and LA creates this weird lag. I'll hit you with some stuff tomorrow. ** No more teenagekicks, You without bells on is unimaginable to me, and my imagination is no slouch. ** Paradigm, Hey. No, my laptop has been good to me, but its battery is a piece of shit that runs out of gas in about 45 minutes, so working where it's pretty and where there are no electrical outlets is a no go. It sucks. Great about the new WAI Quarterly. I'll get that for myself in a few minutes. Everyone, may I have your attention? The fine fellow with talents galore aka long time d.l. Paradigm is responsible for one 'WAI Quarterly', a really superb journal, and a free pdf version can be downloaded right here, and I highly recommended you snag that pdf. What will become of that film of the Aboriginal artist's talk? Thanks a lot, Scott. ** Math, And commence it has. Take your rightful place, pal. ** Little foal, Hey. Thank you so very kindly about 'The Dream Police'. The talk with your beloved friend sounds amazing, and you sound so satisfied and peaked, which is just awesome. It does sound like stuff could happen, is happening already. Very nice, D. Maybe you could start chewing your fingernails as a preventive style substitute if you don't already, ha ha. My fingernail chewing has probably saved my fingers from doing all sorts of things for better or worse. Hang in there, man. It'll be worth it, duh. Take care 'til tomorrow. ** Tender Prey, Hey, Marc! Sheer loveliness to see you. No reason to feel put off in advance by the Noe. It's really ... well, you'll see. Thank you about 'God Jr.', etc. of course. Love to you. ** Jax, Great, great about the Commonwealth Games related radio idea moving past the percolation stage. Gordon Brown is a total schmuck, isn't he? Am I wrong about that? He just seems like a non-ending, middling meh merchant to me. Best to you, pal. ** And with that, I leave you to begin the party. Enjoy it, say stuff about it, etc., the usual drill. See you with the next batch of gifts in tow tomorrow.
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