Not that you...

Not that you need me to say this
and anyways, who am I to say this
besides which, knowing you,
as I do
you've probably already done this
or else are getting geared up ya see
really
what I'm trying to say is:

please consider giving
what you can
to a charity to aid
Katrina refugees.

For example (and this is just one example): The Red Cross.

The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch, Week 3

And then before ya know it, it's Week #3.

Continuing a longstanding Deathmarch tradition, I'm now a tad behind. In good company there, from what I hear -- a few stalwart marchers have had a little trouble getting their books and will be joing us mid-trail. Still having a swell time though and hope youse are being likewise regaled. Cowboys too? Oh come on now.

Next week: Let's meet up at the bottom page 168 (Dalkey), right in the middle of a "glorious extravagance."

You, triumphing at last, flags wave

the elephants do their dance
and you know that it's your time
how they're dancing for you
how they've painted their names
how they've polished their pokey things
and you're just sitting back and letting
the bump of their girth
flop you out of your
chair with each move
flop you out
onto the dance floor
and you're thinking
I'm dancing
and it's effortless.
Look at me.

Everyday chug

Everybody's tired of it today.
Tired of the same old everyday vibrations
chugging through their bodies
down from their throats to
their hands
to the ground.

The lechers are too tired to lech today.
You see?
Dogs don't even try to lick their buddies.
And now the sidewalk prophets are even putting down their
street signs, even walking off their jobs
saying: "Doom.
Whatever.
Doom."

The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch, Week 2

Week 2 starts here, and if you've been reading along at home, that'll place you on page 54 (Darlkey), at the very moment of John Furriskey's unusual birth.

I'm enjoying the heck outta the book so far. In particular, the Fin Mac Cool stuff just slays me. It struck me that beyond a predeliction for unusual names, this also does ASTB have in common with Pale Fire and Gravity's Rainbow: the big brainflood (aka the use of detail as an opiate).

Hope you're enjoying yourself and keeping yer socks clean. Best I can tell we have something like 20 folks on the march. Nice healthy headcount. This one seems a little easier on the eyes than the last two, and I'm guessing most of us will make it through. What say we pick up the pace just a tad in the coming week?

Next week: See you at the bottom of page 115 (Dalkey), where the two of them are "talking with each other in a lay of generous staves."

The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch, Week 1

*****
From the intro to the Dalkey edition:

"According to its author, Adolf Hitler hated At Swim-Two-Birds so vehemently he started World War II in order to interfere with its sales."
*****

Welcome to Day 1 of Week 1, which means for them that are marching, the marching starts roughly...now! In fact, once I hit Save, I'll be heading off to BART, ASTB in hand. Looks like it starts with someone eating, which is always a good way to kick off really any work of art. Except for perhaps a trumpet solo.

If this is your first march, (1) yay! and (2) here's how it works: we'll tackle the book in 40-50 pages/week chunks. Don't sweat it if you fall a little behind -- most folks do at some point. Try to resist racing ahead so as to accentuate the commonality of referential data. Every Tuesday, I'll post a thread right here on cv.com. Use that thread for comments, which can be as low-key as "I am the 'At Swim-Two-Bird Man of Alcatraz.'" or as thought provoking as [very thought provoking example here].

(And of course: If you're re-reading the book, please do yer level best to avoid spoilers.)

And that's it. Both the kit and the kaboose.

Thanks much for coming along. This is our third book, and it's the one I'm the most outright excited to read. In fact: I'm way too excited. In fact: I think my brain is vibrating.

I'm reading the so-called Dalkey Archive Press edition and will be using that for page break references -- if you have a different edition with different breaks, just let me know and I'll see what we can do to synch up....

Next week: Let's meet at page 54 (Dalkey), just before the "Extract from Press regarding Furriskey's birth."

Still more wahoo

Alameda's own Red Hills Review is the gift that keeps on giving. They're hosting the second reading for their current issue Wednesday night at 7:30, at Books Inc., in the heart of the Island City (also known as The City That Looks Suspiciously Like a Whale.

I'll amongst them what're reading their wares -- love to see yer there.

Cold

put on a fat coat
bagel coat
butter coat

wind too sharp
biscuit coat
bones

Itto Ottogami's One-Word Review of the Recent Movie Adaption of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Expedient.

The At Swim-Two-Birds Deathmarch Pause That Refreshes

Hi,
Next Tuesday we start up Deathmarch #3. This time out it's another relatively short book -- At Swim-Two-Birds written by Irish author Flann O'Brien and published back in 1939. I'm especially looking forward to this one -- a brilliant darkly comic romp, or so I've been told by some really smart people. But that said, I'll keep this post a bit on the ultrashort side since I'm on the road this week and up way past my bedtime. Hope to see you out on the trail....
-Cecil

My One-Word Review of Steve Speilberg's War of the Worlds

Unrelenting.