"“There? What?” you say. Without thinking you pull away the napkin, and of course the glass is not empty, but as he picks it up and drinks down the thick liquor, “without even touching the napkin,” you realize that his deceit made the trick true. You’re disappointed because this is not magic, this is only a game played between words and fears."
“Being as Glass Eel
" by Rosa Aiello.
All City Showdown, 2014, Chicago, St. Losers division, the peanut gallery congratulates Drew Etzkorn upon some shit or other.
"Every language has a formula for the unreal. The Indigenous languages of the Pacific Northwest have as many as five levels of ‘unreality.’"
Irrealis mood indigo
First two sentences of Rebecca Solnit’s latest*: “The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.”
* From the October Harpers, in my mailbox today but not yet on newsstands.
Solnit for speaker of the house. About every house.
Roxana and Robert are in therapy because they argue: about the baby, about the laundry, about therapy, and about therapy, too.
What a supremely minor thing! A button that says “like.” But what other habit so minor, besides breathing, or rinsing hands, or perhaps doubting oneself, do we respect with such tiny fervor? We do not collect others’ washed hands, do we? Not unless we are deranged. Nor feel more alive when someone else breathes at us, do we? Liking by button-image is the long denied possibility of creating energy. Look how ridiculous we’ve become—you cannot rightly demand logic. Today we are all question, we really? constantly, really everything. Today we go without punctuation entirely. Tomorrow’s leaders stuff language inside quotations, trying idiotically to punctuate in a way that expresses their and only their condition. Regarding diction and syntax I have calculated this for the medium. Here, we can hate with heavy fuck, we fucking hate shit on the internet and do it in our own words, or words we’d like anyway to own, but only inasmuch.
The Point is on Tumblr. Follow The Point on Tumblr.
Woodstock and Budweiser. Pals.
Photos by the groomsman John Matson.
"Sproule was clawing at his neck and he was gibbering hysterically and when he saw the kid standing there looking down at him he held out to him his bloodied hands as if in accusation and then clapped them to his ears and cried out what it seemed he himself would not hear, a howl of such outrage as to stitch a caesura in the pulsebeat of the world."
Certain technologies will not be eclipsed. Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.
"I guess it’s a good premise for an article, “Is it good, is it bad?” A bigger question is, “Fucking how did we get here man?” How did we get so in the back seat of our own shit?…In the 35/37 years I’ve been doing this, how did we go from where we were—from being this infant who didn’t know any better to somewhat learning the ropes, to this."
Save your thinkpiece, skateboard writer. Jeff Grosso trumps all possible Street League essays and doesn’t make it to print
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is hereby recognized as an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain."
- Wilderness defined, from The Wilderness Act of 1964
My novella-in-flash, Bell and Bargain, is being released as part of the anthology My Very End of the Universe the November from Rose Metal Press ! Very excited!
Margaret and Chris are two of my favorite people and writers. This is going to be very very good.
Alex mf MFDavis.
For the last few years, a group of friends and I have been working to get a free, public concrete skatepark built in Pittsboro, NC. We have raised money through hook and crook, fundraisers of all types, community events, etc. etc. etc. Due to those efforts, the town has given us land, but we have to raise the cash to build the park. Progress has been made.
Tonight, we will hold another fundraiser at the art gallery owned by my wife. 6 months ago, we bought 50 blank skateboards, sent them out to 50 artists, local and national, who were willing to donate their time and skill to help us get this park built. The boards will be auctioned off, with all proceeds going to the park fund.
As an added bonus, The Mountain Goats, aka John Darnielle (pictured above), will play a short set to help us get people in the door and eyes on the boards.
All details here
See most of the boards here
I cannot thank John, and all those who have helped us in any way enough for their efforts to see this through. After 25 years skateboarding, it still blows my mind to see what a group of like minded individuals can get done when they put their minds to it. We have always fought for a common goal and even now when skateboarding has grown to proportions beyond belief, those who have made it a true part of their life know that it is only through hard work and community effort that things get done.
Thank you, hope to see you all tonight.