from Thomas
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from Hedi
I made this collage thinking of you, and the blog. It's in progress and there is a third panel. Last year I started throwing years of accumulated magazines (Les Inrocks mostly… but others as well) And before I do so I quickly glance at them to see what I have missed, what still resonates, what I didn't understand or knew then, or what still eludes me. And I make theses collages organized around an idea or a person, a place or a misunderstanding. The book I put them in is 90 pages. I've done maybe 40 of them.
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from Steevee
For the blog birthday, here's a link to my favorite piece of fan fiction, "slave Bear of Care-A-Lot": http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/17/slavebear.html.
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from Bacteriaburger
Happy Birthday, DC's!
Here are two things from my archives. The love note was found on the ground in West Virginia. The plea for help was given to a friend of mine by a man on the street.
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from Mark Gluth
curry plant, pre blooming from my front yard
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from Konrad Wyrebek
here im sending my birthday blog present
two are photographic based work and 3 other are oil paintings
i hope You like it :)
Konrad Wyrebek, mix new media digital based artwork, pixelated digitally manipulated print, various sizes, in. 100 x 130 cm
Konrad Wyrebek, "TRY3 21", Self Mind Portrait, digitally manipulated image
Konrad Wyrebek, "Uoo", oil painting, silk screen print, "Utopian landscapes" series
Konrad Wyrebek, "Bambi", oil painting, "Utopian landscapes" series
Konrad Wyrebek, "Scape Land V", oil painting, silk screenprint, "Utopian landscapes" series
happy birthday!
best
kx
Art | www.konradwyrebek.blogspot.com
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from Bollo
Dirt Style for Dennis
GBV tractor rape train live
MVB Soon
Closer cover
Thank you so much Dennis for doing your blog! i havent been here that long but it feels like home to me. heres some music for the party.
Love Jonathan
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from Slatted Light
Turning Five:
A Picture Book
It was on my fifth birthday that I began to feel old.
Bright contortions began to whirl before my eyes whenever I woke up, like my mind was never quite making it.
Colors got brighter, of course, but nothing tended to taste as good as it had.
Old rattles took on the look of tiny bones.
My favourite doll grew unhappy to see me.
Dad seemed stressed.
Mom had vanished.
Even Santa, that year, was not quite himself.
There was a whirlwind of wreckage in the air that I mistook for light beams.
Even now, I can feel that day inside me, like a growth in my gut.
The other kids wouldn’t speak or look at me; they just held my ears.
The neighbors had invited a clown to finger paint with me. We drew on the walls of my room.
If I look at my bedside table, the evidence is still there. Past the lamp. Just underneath.
My hand left a stain like a binding oath, in red on the side of my shelf.
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from JW Veldhoen
I get wasted at parties.
I get waste.
Under the bar some call it dissemination,
some call it waste.
This is luxury.
Happy Birthday. I love you DC's.
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from Ken Baumann
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from Alex Rose
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from The Hated
hi dennis. i've not been around much. yeah, just really depressed. crying a lot. so much that my eyes are so dry now i can't even blink. but here's a birthday present for the blog. happy 5th birthday blog. it's an untitled poem i wrote over 10 years ago.
The children laugh as they hack away,
The puppies’ throats opening, blood-red,
Pouring thick, wet onto cold, gray concrete.
Little screams and yelps mingle twisted
Against air aglow with after-fog’s clarity,
The Day’s sky smiling gold on echoes of Death.
There is no heart in heart-less souls ripped
Frying from burnt-out bodies beaten with forgotten ideals.
Will there be forgiveness or is such a thought
Just a thought conned from the minds of idols
Built with hands hopeless with a hope that will never exist?
One last crash of metallic flash, glinting steel
Shining beneath a crimson bed of dander,
And the children saunter off, teary-eyed,
A last drying drop suddenly glistening
With the heartening sight of another kennel just ahead.
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from Panda?
Here's my gift - its the upcoming single for the new, as yet to be finished, Pacific Blush album three.
Overglow by Pacific Blush
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from Killer Luka
Golden lady
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from _Black_Acrylic
A birthday effigy for DC. Many happy returns!
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from Thomas Moronic
Dear Blog/Dennis/Distinguised Locals. This place has given me so much that I can barely explain. Most important for me, this place has made me want to write and keep creating things.
Untitled (from a work in progress)
I punch my fist dead centre into his face as hard as my arm will let me. I wanted to call his bluff. My middle knuckle hits about half a centimetre above the tip of his nose. It’s the sort of precision that he begged for and that I hope is not lost on him now. Skulls are harder to damage than you think. The nose caves in fast but after that nothing. My fingers are red and blocked by the dead end I’ve just made. I pretend I’m you and that I’m still hard. I imagine that your cock is mine and its trapped upright in the tight crotch of those skinny jeans you’re wearing.
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I’m here because you’re dying and I love you.
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Navigate round so that I’m standing behind him. Put my left arm round his waist and slide my right hand under his t-shirt.
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A husband and wife sit down to eat Sunday lunch. The wife has cooked roast potatoes and beef with broccoli, cabbage and roast parsnips. The husband chews with his mouth open, and coughs without putting his hand over his mouth. Tiny spats of watery gravy land on the side of the dinner plates and on table cloth. The husband tries to ignore how heavy his wife is breathing while she eats.
“What do you think of the beef?”
“Yeah,” he makes an appreciative eating sound “it’s a nice bit of beef.”
Two minutes of chewing and silence.
“That’s what I thought. It’s quite a nice piece of beef.”
The husband’s hands are shaking because he hasn’t drunk any alcohol today. His hand trembles and he chinks his fork on the plate, spilling more gravy. The wife passes him a piece of kitchen towel and he mops it up.
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They haven’t seen their son in eight years.
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There’s a mug in the bathroom cupboard underneath the sink; a mouth shape of dried vomit on its rim.
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from Tapio Heikkinen
Hi Dennis. My name is Tapio and I'm a passionate lover of your novels and a faithful and constant reader of your blog. Funny story.. I found your blog because a good friend of mine who loves your books like I do told me you had used one of my profiles from when I was working as an escort in one of your favorite escorts posts. I was very flattered and I was sucked into the world of your blog immediately and forever. I considered coming out of retirement for a night as a birthday gift for you :) but as I live in Finland and the birthday gift as I understand it is supposed to for your blog's readers too I decided that gift idea was impractical and I'm not quite so generous ;). Instead I send you a scene from a boring,sorry :( XXX video I performed a year ago. I'm wearing camouflage pants at the beginning. I hope it will suffice ;). I'm a photographer and painter studying in university and maybe someday I will open your blog and find my art works in your Galerie Dennis Cooper. I hope I will deserve this achievement. Happy birthday to you Dennis and to all of my imaginary blog friends. xox Tapio
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p.s. Hey. It continues. Have fun, I hope and assume, and, of course, thank you all again and endlessly. Me, I'm dealing with the usual Recollets cleaning crew exile issue over here today. I can hear them clanking around in the hallway already, so an hour's interruption to the p.s. seems fated, but I'm going to try to type/fly carefully through the following with fingers crossed, although the crossed fingers won't help the typing/flying part, I guess. ** Jax, Hey, pal. Well, that's what I get for trying to parse the politics of a country I don't live in. I'll see about seeing Gordon Brown more warmly. I suppose my suspicion was based at least partly on his kind of ass-kissy behavior toward Bush when he first came to the US and his defense of Blair and statement that the Iraq invasion was justified at the UK Iraq hearings. That stuff didn't sit well with me, but they're certainly not the broad picture either. In any case, condolences about Cameron and wtf about the Lib-Dems. ** Chris (British), Well, hey there, man. Welcome back. I've been wondering where you'd gotten off to. Really nice to see you. Enjoy the partying doorway back in. Well, I'm glad to hear you're writing, and I say nip that self-doubt stuff in the bud. Writing's only purpose is to do it, want to do it, and then to see what happens. Carry on. Hope the visa renewal isn't a hassle. I know all about visa uncertainty and stress. I'm good, working hard, etc., you know. ** Tonyoneill, Hey, Tony! Dude, consider it a surprise party to mark your return. What are you deadlining on? Watch out around those uppers, man, not that I need to tell you that. Anyway, man, excellence at being in your presence once again. ** Davidc, Oh, that'll work great for me, time-wise. Is your email address the same? I can send you my mobile phone number, if so. Hopefully this spate of rain and gloom over Paris will have lifted by then. Can't wait to see you guys. ** David, Oscar and I are actually working on a little graphic novel-like something, although I'm way behind on my part 'cos of current theater/ novel stuff, but, yeah, we're building something together. Very glad you liked 'Irreversible', of course. ** David Ehrenstein, I'm very sorry about the missing second half thing yesterday. My eyes must have been very tired when I originally uploaded the gift. I'm glad I checked in and was able to fix things before the entire day had passed. Your heroes are not only heroic truth seekers, they're heroic on the eyes as well. Mine anyway. ** Scunnard, Yeah, it's really weird. I can see your gifs when I open the blog on my computer, but nobody else seems to be able to see them. I can't figure out how to upload animated gifs via Blogger without opening them on a separate HTML page and then uploading them via the link. I did that, but it seemed to have only worked on my computer for some reason. Any advice? I'm going to keep trying to fix the problem because I want to post them again in one of the latter birthday posts, but, yeah, do you know how to upload animated gifs onto a blog in a regular way without turning them into static images? Or, do you have the gifs housed on webpages somewhere because, if so, if you send me the links, I think I can use them to upload from and that will work. In any case, I'm really sorry, and I'm determined to get them on the blog somehow between now and Saturday. Artist writings, hm ... I like Dan Graham's writings. I think a book of them just came out recently. Mike Kelley's are really great. I'll have a think on others and get back to you. ** No more teenagekicks, Dude, your gift, your and NB's gift, fucking A, it's killer. Can't wait to let everyone else in on it. Coming later but soon. Thank you! ** Alan, Yeah, grr about the Scunnard gift problem. Toniok's got messed up too. Maybe you know how to upload animated gifs onto Blogger or a blog? ** Jeff, Ha ha, yes, I fully noted Link's lack of a bed as well, and even tried to daydream up a logical explanation unsuccessfully, I think. Optical illusion door: so totally yes on that too. When I used to design my dream house as a kid, the houses always had a moat and a drawbridge. ** Sypha, Ah, yes, Asscult and its evocative jpegs. I remember them well. I hope you wake up today feeling significantly better, James. ** Oscar B, Howdy. Talk later, yes? ** Wolf, So glad you were the hero of the story. ** Memoirs of a Heroinhead, You'd be amazed what I can look at while I'm eating. Well, actually, you wouldn't be amazed at all. Okay, I'm taking you up on your offer. You talked me into it, ha ha. Thank you, Shane, for everything. ** Killer Luka, Thank you for dropping off your splendid gift at the very last second. And you don't need to cajole me into seeing Fever Ray. I'm there, hopefully before Paris wakes up to the news and buys me out. I'll get tickets today. God, what a gorgeous new drawing. Wow. Everyone, the unspeakably divine artist (and d.l.) Killer Luka has given us access to a very beautiful new drawing by her, and hit this to see what I mean before another minute passes. ** Statictick, Hey. It's been raining here for three days, and I'm over it. Maybe if we had a roof it could patter on or something I'd give it a break. ** Dennis Cooper, Loser. ** Frank Jaffe, Hey, Frank! Super great to see you. You're making me mega-homesick with your LA trip plans. Good timing, what with Outfest and Scott's show. What part of LA are you staying in? Hm, okay, I'm guessing the film you think I'll love is 'I Killed My Mother'? Because your description of 'The Famous and the Dead' as extremely slow got me excited too. I love extremely slow films. Everyone, our buddy/ d.l. Frank Jaffe picks, describes, and illustrates his three favorite films from the 2010 Miami Gay & Lesbian Film Festival on his blog, and the films do seem very cool, so check it out and make a list. Food-wise, I've got nothing interesting to report of late, I fear. Just the usual thrown together homemade veggie whatever. Fed Ex me a Poquito Mas burrito as soon as you hit LA, please. ** Scott, Hi, Scott. Oh, listen, my great pleasure and total honor, man. Thank you for making it happen. I'm proud to do my part in spreading the word. Respect to you. ** Ken Baumann, I already told you your gift made me kind of sniffle, but I'll say it again, or, rather, I just said it again. Thank you, Ken. Your friendship means a whole lot to me. Plywood is not eternity's friend for sure, but at least I wasn't the kid who lived down the street from me who built a tree house using particle board. Who wrote that famous poem that has the great line about something being as strange as seeing a boy fall out of the sky, ha ha? Take care, man. ** Casey McKinney, Thanks for the warm, close read on birthday day #1, and for your teeming gift. The writing workshop? It's pretty basic, no themes or anything, People can just send me a piece of writing (fiction, poetry, nonfiction, etc.) they want feedback on, and I center it in a post, give it a weekend slot, and invite/ask everyone to give the writer feedback. That's all there is to it. Send me something whenever your big heart desires. The iPad arrives here in France on the 28th, so I'm going to scoot down to the big new Apple store in the Louvre and have a look. Until then, I'm neutral. ** Laurabeth, Hey, LB! You good? Day for the blog idea?Very cool! I'll check my email. Great, thank you, my dear buddy! ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks a lot for the awesome gift today, man. And hugs about your pig of a new prime minister. ** Joseph, Hey. Oh, you sent something for the workshop? Awesome, thank you. I'll go find it later on and write to you with the workshop launch date and all that. Great, so glad you sprung for it. Thanks much about the interview. 1500 words, that's a real review. Let me know if it ends up online and readable to an expat like me. ** Rigby, You're back without serious injuries just like in the comic. You're a miracle worker. What's going with you these days, man? Any hints, at least? ** Justin, I know, presents and more presents. You swell? ** Flit, Flitster! You're here! Sit yourself down, take a load off, help us shoot the shit. Your present was a dream of a thing. Thank you, man. So, what's going on? Tell me, tell me. ** Heliotrope, Oh, you tender hearted softy, God love you. I'm all touched and squirming over here. Thank you, Mark, gosh. Largish enamel, very cool. When are you going to show it and things like it to me? I mean, when within the obvious answer of my next LA homecoming, whenever that will be? Love to you, love to J. ** JW Veldhoen, First, thank you kindly for the awesome gift. Second, who is Robert Hubert? Doesn't ring a bell. Am I spacing yet again? Mm, keeping the ideological goals of reading in mind are pretty key to graph making, of course. Kind of pointless and doomed to even try without some semblance of a notion. I didn't watch the linked videos yet, but I looked at the page. It's so American. That's the first thing that struck me. ** Nb, Okay, here's the deal. I've got hotel ideas of my own and recommendations, and they're good ones, but they're not within your $100 a night budget. First, here they are. #1: Los Feliz Lodge, very sweet, cheapest room at $150, but I think they have weekly rates. #2: Magic Castle Hotel, maybe two high cost for you, but, if you stay there, you get to go to the private, public-not-invited Magic Castle, and that's a total treat. #3: Highland Gardens Hotel, again a little above your price range, a lot of my friends and artists and bands stay there when visiting or doing things in LA, death spot of Janis Joplin. To stay at around $100 a night, you're going to probably need to go the Travelodge, Best Western option. Here's a list of moderately priced such hotels and motels in the area. I'll be happy to give you my thoughts or thumbs up/down re: any option you decide to take seriously. Hope that helps a little, man. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. Sadly, I usually wear my clothes until Yury says, You need to wash your clothes. Usually 'cos I've spilled stuff on them. I'm one of those people who don't have a B.O. problem except in extreme circumstances. I did like that Bendy report. It made him seem like 'Le petit prince'. The 'BD' score sounds nice. I don't think I had a song of the day yesterday. Jesus, about that skinned dick story, and I'm not buying it as true for a minute, which makes me like the story even more. I think that shadow investigation was my favorite part of your day. That really got to me. My day: I worked on my novel whenever I wasn't doing one of the following things. Oscar and I went to the Rimbaudmania show. The best part by far was the display of Rimbaud's original mss. of parts of 'Season in Hell' and 'The Illuminations' and his original letters, including the amazing 'voyant' letter, if you know your Rimbaud lore. The rest of the show was examples of Rimbaud's ongoing influence on artists and culture, so there were clips from movies, paintings, CDs, recordings of people reading Rimbaud, and so on and so forth. Most of that was interesting, and both Oscar and I worship Rimbaud, so we were easy lays. After we got back, I met with Scott and Paul for a long coffee and talk, and that was nice and sad 'cos Scott's leaving today for three months. Otherwise, mm, Yury tried to buy us tickets online for the A Place to Bury Strangers concert tonight, but the ticket websites were a confusing hassle, so he had to take the metro all the way -- and it's a trek -- to the Champs d'Elysee to buy tickets at the only ticket place that was open after 10 pm last night. But that was accomplished. Some French magazine of note wants to do a huge interview with me and put my picture on the cover, and I guess it's a big deal to hear my publisher, so that got arranged, and they're coming over here on Saturday to do a 4 hour (yikes) interview and photo session with me. I also ate, smoked, showered, and blahdiblah. That's me as of yesterday. Today is just sitting out there waiting for me and for you to live it and define it. ** 'Stoopid Slapped Puppies', Hey, Nick! I've missed you, man. Shit, I hope the life stuff resolves in your favor right away. You've got my eyes and shoulder if you need them. And thank you for the cool gift. Yeah, I got the posts, thank you so much. I'm about to write to you with the launch date of the first of the two post. You have another blog, killer! I'll explore it today. Everyone, the inarguably very great and multi-talented and multi-monikered Nick Brook has launched a second blog to supplement the deservedly adored Put The Lotion In The Basket, and it's called 'sometimes they don't come back', and it's already a rich and vital place, and everything Nick does is a must, so use that link and make a bookmark. My love and heartiest respect to you, man. ** Misanthrope, Tell your pal thanks for the you-know-what. Glad you're in the party spirit now. Behave yourself, NOT. ** L@rstonovich, Not bad so far, right? I know, the blog used to be so gay. I don't what came over me then or now. ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, Hi, man. See, that's so interesting. My read on Brown has just been totally askew. Before I came over here, I and a lot of people I know would kind of judge the UK government based on how friendly they acted towards Bush, and Brown seemed a little too brotherly and cozy when they did their big public meet and greet, but I probably just missed the irony or something. Good morning. ** Pisycaca, Thanks my dear buddy. I'm glad the shebang is making you happy. ** Tender Prey, You guys are getting to be like two peas in a pod, as my grandma used to say. Thanks, Marc. ** Little foal, Hi, man. I say fingernail chewing helps, yes. My policy is 'as long as I keep my teeth off my toenails, everything will be hunky dory'. I chew gum a lot too. And fiddle with my hair. And smoke. All good, except maybe that last one. Love to you, D. ** Bollo, Your present ... what can I say? The GbV clip alone makes you my blood brother forever. Thank you, man, thank you. That's outrageous you didn't get funding. Wtf?! Fucking politics and nepotism and bullshit like that, no doubt. That's just ridiculous. My side of the water is cloudy, gloomy looking, and rainy. But, meh, whatever, right? ** Bill, Hi. Is Vienna still your 360? It is, right? Hm, I couldn't get that link to load, or not yet anyway. The internet at the Recollets is very 2001, and not in the good way. So I'll try to confirm your possible Derek White sighting tomorrow. Bon jour! ** Okay, party time for you guys and whatever for me. Exile, I guess. Have fun. See you along with part 3 tomorrow.
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