tpaine posted:KaZaA
if you remember this your childhood was awesome
blinkandwheeze posted:ken you have all the aesthetic sensibilities of a 17 year old interpol fan that posts black and white photos of girls with bruises on their tumblr but somehow you managed to end up being a rlly compelling + good writer :-)
interpol rules though... guys... guys
cleanhands posted:tpaine posted:KaZaA
if you remember this your childhood was awesome
i thought tio remember KaZaA you had to be 42 years old like me and tapine
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The only question is: what took them so long? It was just a matter of time before an album of moneycentric songs was assembled to complement America's favorite TV quiz show. Jack & Jemma's "I Want to Be a Millionaire" is a corny novelty dance tune, complete with Regis Philbin samples laced throughout, that's sure to be the "Pacman Fever" of this era. Thankfully, the rest of the album focuses on quality tunes from the rock era mixed with sound effects from the show. Barrett Strong's legendary Motown anthem to materialism, "Money," appropriately kicks things off. The O'Jays showcase early-1970s Gamble & Huff Philly Soul with "For the Love of Money." E.L.O., Blondie and Manhattan Transfer work over the lifeline motif with tunes about phone lines. As an added novelty, show host Regis Philbin contributes a straight-ahead interpretation of "Pennies from Heaven" that ends with Griff's "Millionaire Mix," a dance-groove take on the theme of the Millionaire TV show. --Rob O'Connor
im taking a prose poetry class in the writing department filled with mfa grad students, im the only undergrad/lit major and therefore outside of the clique and every time i say something they just stare at me blankly lol
deadken posted:the sand and the flower: a story about war, poetry, terrorism, and how to love humanity; by, dead ken, (w)riter
http://samkriss.wordpress.com/2013/01/24/the-sand-and-the-wildflower/
i finally got around to reading this, i enjoyed it ken. you really like those mirror themes dont you, after that series of sketches you did based on those mirror identities, the idea reemerges in your porn story and then really again now this one (similar ending too heh). interesting, interesting... im not sure you fully sold why the hero needed to confuse urtid into thinking he was lutine, but i mean, it was good shit, good story and you write well. the bit where the hero warlord pontificates on the Absolute was pure deadnken lol. i still like the transportania story the most but keep em coming 
deadken posted:yea nowhereland got the best reaction i think, i kinda prefer this one, there was something a bit solipsistic about the other one imo... you're right about the mirrors though, they're weird and cool and terrifying and fascinating in a way i can't quite describe. the sand and the wildflower actually started out as two separate stories, one based around the image of a guy kidnapped in contemporary mali and coming back to bamako in the middle of the coup, one about british + italian veterans of the north african theatre in wwii meeting again in the 1970s which i kinda spliced together, i guess that accounts for a few of the slightly awkward joins....thanks a lot for ur comments though! if youre interested i wrote another Thing, a pulp-y cyberpunk-inflected detective story set in europe in like 30 years, which i started here for that contest thing and then returned to recently http://samkriss.wordpress.com/2013/03/05/future-europe-ahmet-weshke-and-the-mystery-of-the-falling-man/
i liked that but i wasnt sure if you were being ironic or if you just didnt know how to write a good third act, when the guy came out i was like, seriously, thats not even cliche in a funny way, but the (for want of a better word) 'settingfeel' is really cool and full of suspenddisbeliefitude
littlegreenpills posted:narrative is a waste of time IMO. it's people doing things and having things happen to them but personally I can't remember the last time I did anything or had anything happen to me, and neither can you if you're being honest. I met a lady yesterday who was making a comically unsuccessful attempt to take her cat for a walk - it was trying to gnaw the leash off, and rolling on the ground and walking every which way. We exchanged a few words, I petted the cat, and that was the end of it. How would a narrative be relevant to that? It would have to start with "The day I first met Adele Weissman she was taking her cat for a walk. Little did I know, she would change my life forever." And that would be rubbish, because she didn't, she never could, she was just some fucking woman. And if I go around spinning some sort of horrible Harold and Maude nonsense out of that, well why don't I just trot out the aliens, lasers and spaceships? Narrative is the Mother of Falsehood and the Grandmother of Shit. Avoid it.
thing is we dont know that! seeing the cat reminds you of the essential unfreedom of all life, you get worried about your life choices, you fuck up a job interview, you end up selling phone cards on the street, you live in filth and rags, until one day adele weissman sees you on the street and recognises your face below the muck... obviously we never know what else could have happened & counterfactuals are Boring really.... but creating narrative in basically what humans Do, we live in a capricious meaningless world but the symbolic order is a dense fabric of narratives really, the function of stories and literature is to imbue our lives with a sense of meaning... or of course to deconstruct that very process, as in beckett etc, but i don't think its so simple to just write off narrative because it's not true. like yeah its not true, but at the same time it holds Truth. also falsehoods and shit are both great
littlegreenpills posted:also sand+flower was really Gud and sorta Phil Dickish. I never considered you Phil Dickish before but I guess you've always been halfway there! loI
lol i never thought of that, although of course i did read a lot of pkd as a Teen & wrote like 50,000 words of a weird pomo valis ripoff.... i guess what i was tryna do with sand & wildflower was Write Normally, whatever that means... i had to break off halfway through to write pornography because my head was full of overlong sentences and strained metaphors and i didnt want them in there lol
AmericanNazbro posted:i really liked your google glass word vomit. i linked it to a few people. netowrking.
haha i linked it to my sister and she got really depressed about it, i was like "but it's funny," then i mentioned the part about people "watching themselves watching, a memory in progress" and she was like "yeah my husband and i were just talking about that parT" and she said something about how you have to "be where your feet are," i was like lolll ive got like random people in my life considering and analyzing dead ken's writing and incorporating it in their life philosophy, what have i done
littlegreenpills posted:narrative is a waste of time IMO. it's people doing things and having things happen to them but personally I can't remember the last time I did anything or had anything happen to me, and neither can you if you're being honest. I met a lady yesterday who was making a comically unsuccessful attempt to take her cat for a walk - it was trying to gnaw the leash off, and rolling on the ground and walking every which way. We exchanged a few words, I petted the cat, and that was the end of it. How would a narrative be relevant to that? It would have to start with "The day I first met Adele Weissman she was taking her cat for a walk. Little did I know, she would change my life forever." And that would be rubbish, because she didn't, she never could, she was just some fucking woman. And if I go around spinning some sort of horrible Harold and Maude nonsense out of that, well why don't I just trot out the aliens, lasers and spaceships? Narrative is the Mother of Falsehood and the Grandmother of Shit. Avoid it.
Disagree: stories are how humans make sense of the world.
Ironicwarcriminal posted:littlegreenpills posted:narrative is a waste of time IMO. it's people doing things and having things happen to them but personally I can't remember the last time I did anything or had anything happen to me, and neither can you if you're being honest. I met a lady yesterday who was making a comically unsuccessful attempt to take her cat for a walk - it was trying to gnaw the leash off, and rolling on the ground and walking every which way. We exchanged a few words, I petted the cat, and that was the end of it. How would a narrative be relevant to that? It would have to start with "The day I first met Adele Weissman she was taking her cat for a walk. Little did I know, she would change my life forever." And that would be rubbish, because she didn't, she never could, she was just some fucking woman. And if I go around spinning some sort of horrible Harold and Maude nonsense out of that, well why don't I just trot out the aliens, lasers and spaceships? Narrative is the Mother of Falsehood and the Grandmother of Shit. Avoid it.
Disagree: stories are how humans make sense of the world.
the idea that any individual has the right or the ability to attempt to make sense of the world is the greatest trick capitalism ever pulled. humanity got on very well without this fiction for millennia. now it's incumbent on us to commit a kind of suicide-of-consciousness, where through acceptance of your meaninglessness except as a machine for production you train yourself away from atomized, individualized thought until your mind becomes a bubble, a surface on which events impact and flow, with no interior for wasteful turbulence to occur in. you and ken wouldn't understand, you're inverterate lifehavers and should eat shit
e: i dont mean capitalism does this, individuality is necessary to drive consumption, i just mean it's our only recourse
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deadken posted:lmao. i'm an Opinion Former. get me a column in the new york times, some doritos, and a hot dog
Hmmm, fascinating. I'm somewhat of an artist myself, here's a piece I've recently finished:
AmericanNazbro posted:i really liked your google glass word vomit. i linked it to a few people. netowrking.
where is it? i havent read the thread but i want to depress other people in my life.
http://samkriss.wordpress.com/
deadken posted:lmao. i'm an Opinion Former. get me a column in the new york times, some doritos, and a hot dog
im an opinion farmer, its similar but theres more shit involved
cleanhands posted:anyway yalls being naive, narrative isnt the writer's responsibility and if the reader isnt prepared to do the requisite legwork of finding the teachable moments in your prose that's their problem
HANK: They can either paint it, or draw it, or write it down and then pass it on to somebody. They read what you're saying, and then they reexperience. That's the only connection you have with that man. So you can't rewrite, because to rewrite is to deceive, and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and the rhythm and the tumbling out of the words is a betrayal. And it's a sin, Martin, it's a sin.
MARTIN: I don't accept your, uh, Catholic interpretation of my compulsive, uh, necessity to rewrite every single word at least a hundred times. Guilt is - thanks - guilt is the key, not sin. Guilt re: not writing the best that I can. Guilt re: not, uh, considering everything from every possible angle, balancing everything.
HANK: Well how about guilt re: censoring your best thoughts. Your most honest, primitive, real thoughts. Because that's what your laborious rewriting amounts to, Martin.
MARTIN: Is rewriting really censorship, Bill, because I'm completely fucked if it is.
BILL: Exterminate all rational thought. That is the conclusion I have come to.
not dialogue that is relevant, or that I personally agree with, but there you go.
