I am in Texas.
I have things written, things that I want to post on this blog. They are written on my laptop, which can’t be connected to the internet while I’m here.
This is okay. I will post new fiction and poetry in January.
Don’t be mad.
This is my belief:
Everything believed is true.
Everything is perceived. Belief is the perception of something being true. Everything believed, all thoughts believed, are true.
Nothing exists beyond human perception.
This thought dismantles philosophy. But it also affirms it all.
God is not dead. Philosophy is dead.
Reality only exists for the individual. It is impossible to perceive another’s reality. You are your own maker and god.
I write fiction for people who believe in a concrete reality with rules and societal coda.
No such thing exists. No such concrete reality exists. There can be no communal reality or coda, it cannot exist past the depth of an individuals perception of things.
I am a reverese atheist, maybe.
I believe in the reality of all belief.
I am a perceptionist.
These words mean nothing.
This is all true.
I will only post a few things in the next two weeks. I hope people read the things and like them.
I know two people who used to paint and then stopped painting and became different people, people that I do not like now.
Hitler and a girl I know named Natalie.
Artists, all artists: please do not stop creating because if you stop you will not express yourself and you will bottle those emotions and feelings and then become someone who uses arbitrary judgments and statements often.
Also, I have found the journal that I lost. I am very happy right now.
I will post a short story called On Carrion soon. I haven’t written it.
So the movie is a twenty-one page short film. This is good. Now I can spend time writing and editing my book.
I’m laughing at myself right now.
I wrote the movie in my head last night because I felt too tired to get out of bed and write it down on paper. That would’ve taken too long and I would have fallen asleep. So I am going to write the movie in the next week and edit my book, too.
I will write a short story and some poems, too, I hope. If I don’t it’s because I am writing a movie and editing my book.
I’m telling you this for no reason. I think I don’t want people to stop visiting the site if I don’t post for a week, or something.
I interviewed Zachary German through email. Here’s the interview.
K: First question.
Zachary, this will be the first question in this interview. It will not be very serious. Which animal do you think is more indifferent to it’s surroundings, sheep or a large spider, like a tarantula?
Z: I think a sheep is more indifferent to its surrounding than a large spider, like a tarantula.
K: That was a very direct answer. I feel good about this interview.
Do you think that there should be more books written about young people doing normal things while bored or indifferent?
Z: Yes. Tao Lin’s Eeeee Eee Eeee and Noah Cicero’s The Human war are two recent examples of this type of novel. They make the world seem easier to understand, but not in a numbing way, like after you smoke marijuana. After I read Eeeee Eee Eeee I wanted to eat good food and clean my house and take a long bike ride. I’m not sure if that is the usual response. I’m not sure how I should answer a question that starts with “Do you think that there should be…”. I think I would be happier if there were more books like that. I’m not sure. Maybe there are already a lot of books like that that I just don’t know about. I think young people would be happier or more productive or some other version of the abstraction “good” if they read books about young people doing normal things while bored or indifferent. I hope I have managed to answer your question at least once.
K: I feel like you have. After I read Eeeee Eee Eeee I took pictures of things in my kitchen and looked at them and felt proud of the pictures. I also felt like talking to people honestly. Your reaction sounds like a “good” one, too.
You are writing a novel, I think. When you are done writing your novel, what will you do with it?
Z: Currently, a five thousand word excerpt from my novel is in submission status at an online publication. Right now I have written between fifteen and twenty thousand words total. When I have written twenty five thousand to thirty thousand words, I will show it to my friends who are published and hope that they will make it be published too.
K: I think that is a good strategy. If someone wanted to pay you $50,000 to write a 600 page book about cultural divide and multi-generational family drama taking place in 1930’s Poland, would you do it? The person with the money will only pay you if you if the book wins the NBA and a Pulitzer. So it’s a gamble, essentially. Would you try it?
Z: No. Would you?
K: No. I think that was a bad interview question. I will give you one more and that will be all. This will be a short interview, and that will be good.
Do you think the American youth is fucked?
Z: I think the American youth has a lot of opportunities to understand themselves or something. I’m not sure. I feel like there are less constraints in some ways. I am happy that there is the internet I think. I’m not sure what fucked means in this sense. I think that maybe more than before, the American youth is doomed to knowing that their existence is meaningless. I’m not sure. I feel nervous writing about concepts.
I purchased two paperback books from Barnes and Noble today.
I am an asshole.
I feel like I need to tell people I spend hours on each poem. I feel like they will read the poem and think Oh this is amazing obviously, this writer has spent hours writing this poem it must mean more than I can imagine.
I feel like time contributed to a poem will automatically make it better to someone. I don’t know.
I write them as fast as I can.
I don’t care about how “good” someone thinks my poems are, actually.
I don’t know why this blog post exists or should exist.
I read Eeeee Eee Eeee tonight while lying in bed. I laughed very hard occasionally from around pages 50-70 and then laughed a few other times until the book was over. I liked it when I wasn’t laughing, too, because I was still enjoying the book.
I like Eeeee Eee Eeee. It makes me feel good.
When you say please, pronounce it plez.
It is fun. Try it.
I will be posting an interview with Zachary German as soon as we finish the interview.
How long this takes is really up to him. I check my email too much.
I regret using the word forthcoming in the title.
This will make me feel very good. I will check Google Analytics and see how many visits I had today and it will say 1,000,000,000+ and I will smile and feel accomplished.
Please work on that, readers.
(I am starved for attention today.)
Issue 1 of Robot Melon is out and it is very good. I will read it now and in the future.
I will continue to submit my writing to Robot Melon.
Here is another wallpaper I did.
Influences: Triangles, Suspicious Alertness, Bloodlust
I read the article on societal collapse in Wikipedia and tried to remain calm but then became depressed.
I will listen to James Brown and dance away my sadness. And then I will eat dinner.
REAL BLOGGING JUST HAPPENED.
It will be like If I Was Martha Stewart, only angrier.
Smacking Noises, a short story, will be published in Issue 2 of Robot Melon.
This won’t happen for a little bit, but when it does, I’ll link to the story.
Thanks Stephen for wanting to publish the story.
Click here for art.
There is a 1280x800 wallpaper I made last night.
Influences: Bear Parade, Bear Parade
There are lots of stories that I want to tell.
Can someone give me a hint as to which one I should tell next?
I was going to make a very blog-like post about what I did last night and whether or not I should make it a poem, but I decided against writing what I did last night.
This is a blog, everyone.
I do things want to hear about me doing them?
(No the answer is always no.)