costco is my aesthetic
"FUCK YOU, and your THEORY GOGGLES"
i want to sleep but i also want to get into college (?)
last day of submissions for the very first issue of dactylion journal of poetry is TOMORROW. submit your poems here!
ALSO: we need ART. if you are an artist/do art/make art and want to share your art, send it to us! art subs go here. we want your art of all kinds.
…if you haven’t yet sent us your poetry. You’d better hurry. Think you don’t have any poetry to send us? Just make some fake poetry and sneak it in. People might well not notice.
stop what you are doing and go submit if you haven’t yet!
i’m very excited because Kenneth Goldsmith wrote me an email saying that he really liked my essay on Alt Lit
this is what he wrote:Kenneth Goldsmith (Nov 22 4 days ago)to meGee Oscar, I think your piece is terrific! Beautifully written, well-argued. Insanely useful for an emerging field — the tone is not academic, but there’s all the theoretical academic smarts under the hood: a perfect balance.And, after reading your piece, I do see how dated my statement is in light of what these younger writers are doing. It’s a position that I will rethink, thanks to you.the statement KG is referring to is i think something he wrote about the idea of objective literary merit a few years ago: “The moment we throw judgment and quality out the window we’re in trouble. Democracy is fine for YouTube, but it’s generally a recipe for disaster when it comes to art”.it might seem weird to some people that i am publishing this email - like i am boasting or somethingbut really i’m just amazed the Kenneth Goldsmith is so interested in Alt Lit and that he wants to engage with iti feel happy and reassured that a poet who has built his reputation saying one thing is so creatively and intellectually flexible that he is able to listen to what younger people are saying and writing and then reconsider his practice in relation to iti have a feeling KG is going to publish something of his own on Alt Lit sooni am looking forward to reading iti feel excitedi keep asking myself: what’s going to happen next?
1. Two-headed girl. My dad would ask me if I wanted to play two-headed girl. I’d yell no and mean it. He’d put his head on my shoulder and press down hard. Two-headed girl.
2. At Christmastime, my parents would give me Post-its and tell me I could write questions to Santa and put them on my stocking and then he would answer the questions while he was eating his milk and cookies. One year I got smart and asked my parents to write down the temperature of the North Pole on a piece of paper when it was still autumn. I folded the piece of paper and hid it beneath my socks. When it came time for me to ask Santa my questions, I wrote down: “What is your favorite food? What are you giving Mrs. Claus for Christmas? What temperature is it on the North Pole?”
On Christmas day, I ignored the first two Post-it notes. I ripped the third one off my stocking and took it to my room to compare it with the handwriting samples. Just as I thought. Both of the answers exactly the same, both in my father’s handwriting: 0 degrees F.
3. I knew what ‘evaporated’ meant before I learned to read. I would hide under the covers, waiting for my parents to come kiss me goodnight. My dad would walk in and said, “Oh no. Where’s Julie? She must have evaporated.”
the unbearable ontology of being