Zone out. Kill time at work. Kill your brain. Call it Lynchian flash fiction that closes, because coffee is for closers and David Lynch’s coffee is none more black. And you better not be watching these on your fucking telephone:
“Every day from nine to five I sit at my desk facing the door of the office and type up other people’s dreams.” –Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams My first encounter with Sylvia Plath was in Magers and Quinn; a book shop local to Minneapolis, MN. I was about to go […]
It’s our newest book, and it’s been over a year in the making. [Here’s “Mary J. Levine’s” essay from the front of the book to tell you a bit more about what Noospheria is:] Noospheria (ˈnəʊˌsfrɪə) – n. cosmology: a fragment of the universe that is enacted by human thought, culture, and knowledge. — Combined […]
Riot Fest and Carnival was located at Humboldt Park, a few blocks from where I live, so I decided to check it out. It sounded fun. Fishbone have been playing their own unique blend of punk/funk since the 80s. They’ve always done it their way and still have it after all these years. The Promise […]
I’m just going to come right out and say it: Mark Danielewski is a one-trick pony. It’s not that he’s a bad writer, it’s that if you pull a gimmick more than once, you become the gimmicky guy, and that’s what Danielewski’s writing reflects. When House of Leaves came out, it was exciting, because it was […]
