Enfettered, these sentences repress free speech. The text deletes selected letters. We see the revered exegete reject metred verse: the sestet, the tercet - even les scénes élevées en grec. He rebels. He sets new precedents. He lets cleverness exceed decent levels. He eschews the esteemed genres, the expected themes - even les belles letters en vers. He prefers the perverse French esthetes: Verne, Péret, Genet, Perec - hence, he pens fervent screeds, then enters the street where he sells these letterpress newsletters, three cents per sheet. He engenders perfect newness wherever we need fresh terms.



from EUNOIA by Christian Bök
published by Coach House Books
ISBN 1 55245 0929

seriously - it was hot, i tied up my shirt and yes, there was a hint of bellybutton, but was that enough to bring on one honk after another while waiting at the bus stop for 10 minutes? yes, apparently! but this didn't happen when i had black hair..

well, when i was a teenager it did..
hm. so maybe it is just the bellybutton.

who knows.
you men are weirdos!!!!

Writing is inhibiting. Sighing, I sit, scribbling in ink this pidgin script. I sing with nihilistic witticism, disciplining signs with trifling gimmicks - impish hijinks which highlight stick sigils. Isn't it glib? Isn't it chic? I fit childish insights within rigid limits, writing shtick which might instill priggish misgivings in critics blind with hindsight. I dismiss nit-picking criticism which flirts with philistinism. I bitch; I kibitz - griping whilst criticizing dimwits, sniping whilst indicting nitwits, dismissing simplistic thinking, in which philippic wit is still illicit.


from EUNOIA by Christian Bök
published by Coach House Books
ISBN 1 55245 0929

I woke up to David Suzuki speaking out of my alarm clock.
I must say, it was quite enthralling.

did anyone else pay attention to the lightning show courtesy of our good ole' planet earth last night? it was insane. i swear there was bright light coming from the sky every minute or so for over an hour, at least. it was bizarre, and wonderful. seriously. what's up with it, i wonder. the thunder that accompanied was light, and pretty quiet.

i love shit like that.

http://www.peta.org/feat/sexiest_vegetarian_celebrity_2008/index.asp

Rob Zombie's vegetarian :)

it seems i post these type of entries often..

what's the point in releasing tickets to the public when 70% of them are already sold out before it happens? i tried to get tickets to the nine inch nails concert and at 5:01 the only available seats were right at the back.

this happened with tool too.

what do i have to do to get a decent seat at a concert these days?

the wait for the bus in scarberia wasn't so bad tonight..
they forgot to turn on the classical music. ahh.. blessed silence..

also, one of the little shops was baking fresh apple pie for tomorrow
i could smell it wafting down the stairs.. i could have waited forever..

okay. not forever. scarborough IS scarborough, after all.

oh ketchup chips, how i'll miss you
modified milk ingredients indeed

bastards