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HI! It's been a while, and I need to update some of the pages and doings on here, but for now I have few things I should mention: I'm in this anthology! Come on out to the launch: "It's The PAC'N HEAT Launch Party! Come celebrate with us at See-Scape on Thursday Nov. 10th from 7... Continue Reading →

My first published poetry collection and other stuff.

On August 8th I received word that my poetry manuscript, "There Is No Escape Out Of Time" has been accepted by Insomniac Press. It will be out sometime in Spring 2016. Needless to say, after years of sending out manuscripts and working away at it, I'm a ball of excited emotion about this. Take a... Continue Reading →

Bloomsday 2015

Happy Bloomsday! Today I started reading Finnegans Wake out loud. You can find my day to day mumblings for it here: Ulysses Audiobook here: And James Joyce over at Ubuweb:

The Moment: Conceptualism and Resistance

A Happening Two birds, flying East, hit the night at 3 in the afternoon; stars came out over the badlands, and the billowy snowlands; they floundered on resolving not to turn back in search of lost afternoon; continuing through cotton wilderness - Denise Levertov I’m actually really tired of the conceptual versus lyrical debate. But... Continue Reading →

Some thoughts of handwriting Ulysses and now published at no press!

  On Getting Inside James Joyce's Head. James Joyce is a maddening writer to read. If you were to ask me why I love reading him though, part of that love is in the aggravation he causes with his writing. Typing A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man was one thing, writing Ulysses by... Continue Reading →

OULIPOST: Day 16 (chimera)

    Vivid Lucas A link of large day yore suggests that the Grattan Flood move paper wanders off to a murderous editor, an unappeasable face little Irish of volunteers that vivid Lucas would blow John. *************************** * NOUNS: Dougherty, Conor; Timiraos, "Nick; Housing Market Slow to Hit Its Spring Stride," The Wall Street Journal, 15 April 2014,... Continue Reading →

The first day of 729 days of writing Ulysses by hand.

“I cannot dictate to a stenographer or type,” Joyce wrote to John Quinn in May 1917. “I write all with my hand” (LII: 396). Three years later the manuscript of the “Wandering Rocks” episode, sent to Quinn from Paris, was to refute this claim, as it is written in both Joyce and Frank Budgen’s hands.... Continue Reading →

On my last day of retyping Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

Dear James Joyce, This morning I had my cup of coffee, with two creams and six of those little packets of sugar, and typed out the last few sentences of your book, Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man.  I've been kind of down thinking of today because I started this on March 11,... Continue Reading →

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