by Claire Donato & Jeff T. Johnson: "1. With the spirit of Arakawa and Gins, we have decided not to die. 2. Our decision not to die takes place in the wake of killing our project, Special America . . ."
Photo-documenting Anderson’s process of revising a work of lyric criticism, “Existing Subscriber” explores the relationship between desire, loss, and the process of composition, through a study of notes, hesitations, web searches, gchats, and rituals as the author revises an essay that resists closure.
You have to follow the image all the way through in order to have image become the capacity (in you) for prophesy. Sperm and seed abound, capable of being buried. See my follow-through like implanting strings and strands within the impetus of sperm and seed, inside of what writhes between my own legs, what bubbles over from my third eye.
"One fish, two fish, strange fish, new fish. // You, elegy. Chords on drums, mismatched socks. This is my secret. Low action, bright strings. // I’m sorry but I ate all your cheese. This is not an effeminate love poem. Nasty, everlastingly—"
Children are both full of lumine and ill. In my experience, the child you were is the one you kill. Take this icky kiddie before I drop her. Jog on top of me like that, like boot camp. Jump. Jump. Children are glowy like that.
"You ask yourself what value (in terms of life, of action) 'Up in Heaven’s' bizarre punk/pop fusion holds, for precisely which audience. You wonder if Mick’s departure from punk sound, if not punk sentiment, betrays its own escapist anxieties before what Nietzsche describes as the two worst contagions: 'great nausea at man,' 'great pity for man.'" Excerpts from Andy Fitch’s hybrid-genre manuscript, Garageland, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
"I’m no amateur when it comes to negotiations, but I’m willing to offer you my head. I’m willing to sacrifice myself to continue the species. This is an institution of unsportsmanlike policies and I’m doing my best to generate a little public interest." Excerpts from Paul Cunningham’s hybrid-genre manuscript, GOAL/TENDER MEAT/TENDER, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
"I watch a housewife on TV tell how she lost her leg at six to a farm machine. She’s beautiful—looks like a horse—but in her head she’s missing a leg." Excerpts from Arisa White’s cross-genre manuscript, dear Gerald, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.
"I want to help you understand what it is to kill something you have watched, but more so, what it is to kill something you have found beautiful." Excerpts from J'Lyn Chapman’s cross-genre manuscript, Our Last Days, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.