I just received word from Daniel Lin at Love Among the Ruins that my chapbook The Clever Decoys is nearly ready for release!
I now must commence making a contact list of Everyone I Know, a list which I fear will be petite, and which I am somewhat afraid to use as I loathe the idea of bombarding folks with ‘look at what I’m UP TO!’ promotional emails. Perhaps if I had an angle, an accompanying reason for contact—a volcanic shift in testosterone levels, the sudden appearance of a tail, the ability to conjure blondie batches or speak in T.S. Eliot’s dulcet tones without effort…or if I were, like Ally Sheedy in the nineties queer-cinema gem “High Art”, a phoenix rising from the ashes of my hot photog. career to take the New York art world by a storm…
Embarrasing disclosure/clumsy transition. In my adolescence, I may have considered “High Art” a great film. Female musculature in tank tops, lots of lolling about in amber-lit apartments…I don’t know. The soundtrack? In a fit of mandated “relaxation”, I tried to watch it again. It strikes me now as sort of funny, and kind of bad, and ripe for parody, but nonetheless we all need an infusion of nineties nostalgia in these trying times.
I am 198 pages away from finishing “Infinite Jest.” O, it is good. It is so good.
