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On Mortality

It's more than an unhealthy dose of self-pity, I'm aware. But then concerns about the level of self-pity innate to daily life are concerns for other people now. I'm not other people anymore. I'm the more quickly dying, the organic specimen fully graduated from the slowly dying bestowed upon all of us at birth. All that's left for me to do now is live here at The Farm in these replicate hours until someday soon, and without realizing it, I begin to live my last one, sixty minutes of which I will only live twenty-three or forty-seven or twelve. I'm not unhappy, despite what it may seem. I'm only preparing for the end, the great mystery. And when a human begins to turn their gaze to the unknown, I suppose the known, the reality of life, diminishes, becomes an outro that one listens to but doesn't really hear because the life of the song has already been born and died.

Everything Shane Jones Has Written

Just bought Shane Jones's books LIGHT BOXES and DANIEL FIGHTS A HURRICANE. Loved CRYSTAL EATERS, so I thought, well, I might need to read everything Jones has written. Soon as the mail runs, I'll have that taken care of proper.

Relax, It's a Lit Roundup 4

No need for a tightly written introduction. That's not what you came for at all. Here's the list:


1. Three Prose Poems by Michael Chin - @ Word Riot

2. Bri and You: Brian Oliu Says Enter Your Initials and Means It by Pat Siebel - @ Hobart

3. Katie Moore's online journal The Legendary is back with a new issue. Visit now.

4. I Am Your Damager Now (latest dream) by Jeff Vandemeer - @ His blog, The Southern Reach

5. Episode 272, Jeff Bridges: It’s Gonna Be Okay (feat. Donora Hillard) - @ Gobbledygeek

6. A Portrait of Coal Town on the Brink of Death by Jacob S. Knabb - @ Vice

Famous Quotes of Sheldon Lee Compton #1

There are people who mistakenly believe they know me. They turn me around in their hands, searching my bruises, my shortcomings, my failures, pointing to them with an alarming and disturbing satisfaction. This is a useless exercise because I cannot be known unless I allow it. I've spent nearly all my life expertly protecting myself from such mishandled taking of my inventory, along with any number of other threats, not the least of which have been physical in addition to emotional. I can save these people time, tell them one simple truth about me, and it is this: You will not know me. Not today, not tomorrow, not decades from now. That is a revelation I alone control implicitly and for all time.

Kanye West, So Search Engines (?) Pick This Up: The Self-Interview

In 1976 Sheldon Lee Compton was born. It was April. Some say it rained all day. His head was misshapen because the infant Sheldon stayed in the birth canal too long. To be perfectly clear, he had a cone head.

His grandmother, upon first seeing him, fainted, sure, she later said, that he was horribly deformed. What his grandmother couldn't know was that, despite the fact his head went back to normal after a month or so, Sheldon Lee Compton was deformed. His was a mind doomed to deformity.

Q: So you have a new book out, right? Tell folks a little about that.

A: It's this novel that's not about the 1985 Chicago Bears. You know, the Fridge, Sweetness, Singletary, McMahon, the whole championship situation. They had this wonderful and horrible and beautiful and tragic Super Bowl Shuffle rap song and music video. I always assume everyone has seen this video but maybe not. Just in case, here is a link:

Super Bowl Shuffle by the Chicago Bears Shufflin' Crew

That was 1985, the year of Clearly Canadian, BarNone, Cool Ranch Doritos, and Walter Payton, the heyday of Stephen King, Cheers, and Nintendo's Double Dribble. There really was just so much going on. Oh yeah, Bubble Tape. Almost forgot Bubble Tape.

Q: So fans of what type of writing would enjoy this new novel of yours? 

A: I read this article today about the super bloom in Death Valley. That was good reading. Here's the first few paragraphs:

"In a land of extremes, where a barren valley floor sinks below sea level, rain rarely falls and summer temperatures reach a toasty 120 degrees, a riot of color has exploded.  

For the first time in over a decade, Death Valley National Park is experiencing a "super bloom," when millions of wildflowers blanket the barren desert. 

As the driest place in North America, Death Valley receives about two inches of annual rainfall on average, but last October a series of storms walloped the basin. In one area, three inches of rain fell in just five hours. It's this fall soaking, experts say, that have triggered the spring blooms."

So readers who like a lot of flowers pushing up out of the desert floor.

Q: Flowers. Got it. What are you working on now?

A: There's a huge pile of various garbage and refuse I've raked into this enormous pile in the middle of my bottom field I've been burning down in steps. It started with a discarded hot water heater, a couch, a love seat, a recliner, and an old 1972 model organ/keyboard. When I burned that first heap the flames reached so far into the sky it nearly hit a power line some thirty feet overhead. I've got it down to the point that one more mid-sized fire should take care of it. Then I'm going to sow some grass seeds in the big black burn spot, hope for plenty of spring rain.

Q: Your first two books were short story collections and this third is a novel. Are you a big shot novelist now, a real writer?

A: You're not real man!

Q: Whoa okay okay. 

A: Nah, I'm kidding. You're real. You're as real as the radiance of the great star Chi. As to the question, it's interesting, to say the least. Some would say many positives and still others might decide that negatives are the way to go with this sort of thing, or really any sort of thing, to be sort of clear. But, at the end of it all, its depends on luck. Not much we can do about luck, not that we'd want to, you know, I'm just saying.

Q: Who are some writers doing amazing things with literature these days?

A: All of them. Anyone scribbling a sentence, a line, a bit of dialogue, sitting at a computer screen or hunched over a scrap of paper. All the dreamers dreaming things up for people to read, taking that time, their precious labor, to create art, story, entertainment. Every single man, woman, and child. Some are doing it better than others, some people might say, but that's all about perspective and preference, ain't it? I mean, I can say I like David Mitchell novels better than Zane Grey novels, but does that truly make Mitchell's books better than Grey's westerns? Here's the thing, it just does not matter. What matters is that both writers woke every morning and went through the struggle of writing those books. That's all that matters. Of course, I rate Kanye West as far superior when writing song lyrics than pretty much anyone else working today or at any point in human history. If you don't agree with that, you're simply wrong. Are you fluent in West? If not, I think he speaks to his skills best in his song "I Am a God" when he says, "I am a god/ Hurry up with my damn massage/ Hurry up with my damn ménage/ Get the Porsche out the damn garage/ I am a god."

Q: Are you serious?

A: Goodness no. Never again.

The Coolest Rejection Letter I've Ever Received

A couple weeks back I came across BULL's feature Rejection Notes. Love it. Just plain love it. I couldn't resist submitting one of my own. 

Basically the deal with Rejection Notes is you're standing in as an editor who is rejecting a famous author. Some at BULL have been Arthur Conan Doyle, Franz Kafka, and Norman Mailer. I submitted one based on Georges Perec, the dude who wrote an entire book without using the letter "e." 

This submission resulted in the most amazing rejection letter I've ever received from the editors of BULL.

Below is my original submission followed by BULL's rejection. It's classic.

Rejection Notes: Georges Perec

by Sheldon Lee Compton

F bruary 12, 1968

D ar Mr. P r c,

Thank you for giving us the chanc  to r ad your nov l La disparition. W  w r  amaz d at the l v l of constraint in your work. How in th  h ll did you manage a 300-pag  nov l this way? That said, w ’r  going to pass, though our associat   ditor insists the abs nc  of the l tt r should b  consid r d a m taphor for the “author’s own disapp arance,” consid ring it app ars four tim s in your nam  alon . The probl m is that onc  w  notic d this amazing omission, focusing on the nov l its lf b came as difficult for us as it must b  for you to focus on this l tt r.

With kind r gards,

Charl s Scribn r Jr.

Pr sid nt

Scribn r Publishing Company

And BULL's reply:

D ar Sh ldon, 

Thanks for s nding "R j ction Not s: G org s P r c" to BULL. Whil it isn’t xactly what w 'r looking for, w did appr ciat th r ading. Pl as b sur to k p us in mind with anything ls you think would suit us in th futur . 


Yours, 

BULL ditorial 
http://www.bullm nsfiction.com