I'm hungry. Are you?

This schtick never gets old.

Been reading Urs Allemann. Na na.

Sixteen years later—bam. "Keep me in a box, please."

Thanks to vitamin C and proto-Tang, I thank you happysgiving.

P.S. Omar's dead.

Hopefully, Nicholas Manning has some definitions.

Keith!

Days go by
in the French style,
haiku "postcard" style.

--from The Last 4 Things

Beethoven is worse than broccoli and cilantro combined.

Urs und ich

BABYFUCKER Urs Allemann $15 | paper | 136 pp. Les Figues Press ISBN: 9781934254165 Fiction. Bilingual Edition. Translated from the German by Peter Smith. A Beckettian character, who may or may not be trapped in a room with four baskets full of infants, focuses obsessively on a single sentence—"I fuck babies." This virtuoso text by Swiss experimental writer Urs Allemann won the prestigious Ingeborg Bachmann Preis des Landes Kärnten in 1991 and caused one of the biggest literary scandals in the post-1945 German-speaking world. Translated now for the first time in a new bilingual edition with an introduction by translator Peter Smith and an afterword by Vanessa Place, BABYFUCKER belongs in the canon of twentieth-century provocations that includes Bataille's The Story of the Eye, Delany's Hogg, and Cooper's Frisk. For BABYFUCKER is, as Dennis Cooper says: "a stunning, exquisite, perfect, and difficult little benchmark of a novel that makes literature that predates it seem deprived." LINK

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