Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The eye is really the heart of your head.

In the last few days I've read the latest from both Birds of Lace and Unthinkable Creatures: TWINS by Megan Milks and SPLIT by Liz Latty, respectively. I can't believe I'm living now when this great work is getting made. To say nothing of the exponentially beautiful work on Dancing Girl. This is electrifying. When I was a freshman in high school I had a giant coffee table book on punk rock in the UK and used to boil with envy looking at the girl with hair like a cat and the guys in the homoerotic cowboy shirts and get all depressed that I missed the zeitgeist (in my room, surrounded in my house on three sides by corn fields, the closest commercial things an independent grocer on one side and Walmart on the other). Reading did not make me feel better then and exacerbated my sense of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In addition to being some of my favorite things I've read this year, in league with my zillionth rereading of Nabokov's Ada, the work coming out of these writers on these presses makes me feel lucky, excited, and all the better for being here.

I received every Dorothy: a Publishing Project title for Christmas. A whole lot of blown minds are headed my way.

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