Following another failed attempt at a radio reunion, Darnell, Tom and I used technology to create a comic strip. It looks like this:
Mike said he’d write a blurb poem about my writing if I wrote a blurb about his poetry using the phrase “comic enjambment.” Well I’m no fool so I took him up on it. Some day I’ll have a book and on the front cover it will say, “‘Hot Mormons!’ ~Mike Young,” and then people will buy it.
GABE DURHAM ON MIKE YOUNG: “Mike Young’s poetry has the “good fat” of a ripe avocado and everybody knows it. When he concluded his collection, “The Kindhearted Enemies of Mike Young,” with “I want to dip / my comic. In jam,” all of America wondered what “comic. in jam” meant.”
MIKE YOUNG ON GABE DURHAM: “Into a lineage that intersects the pastiche of Barthleme but dawned somewhere around Ezekiel 69:69, Gabe Durham somersaults or maybe limbos, touting anxious post-thumb-and-forefinger narratives of displaced class struggle and hot Mormons. Durham’s main themes of syncopated baby grinding, Africa, and solid-color polo shirts execute a mouvement gracieux in and out of his overriding conceits. In and out and in and oh my god oh my god oh my god. This interplay allows him to strive toward a unified weltanschauung that aligns him with such diverse poles as Richard Hell, Mallarme, and the guy who played the interactive chicken in that online Burger King commercial.”
I heard that when Wendy’s double burgers weren’t selling well, they added a triple burger. The triple burger sold badly but sales of the double skyrocketed. All I need to know is that it’s acceptable to order three enormous square beef patties on a bun and then ordering two makes me look like a spokesman for self-restraint. Anyway. This guy Wenderoth is pretty cool, pretty quotable.
From Letters to Wendy’s:
What lucky soul could make a beautiful woman with a Biggie wait? Who has that kind of power? What person would a beautiful woman with a Biggie find attractive? Only one answer made sense to me: another beautiful woman with a Biggie.
This idiotic notion that one should love the other customers. Love here really only means: agree, for the time being, not to attack.
To stroke another customer’s head. Run my fingers through his hair and whisper to him: “you’re going to be all right….” I would be called responsible for doing this if he were bleeding to death on the floor, but I would be called inappropriate if I did it when he was in good health. I would be, like all trustworthy prophets, called a nuisance and promptly arrested.
Today a small child weeping. Perhaps weeping is the wrong word. His mother explained to me that this was not true grief–this was pretend grief. This was grief, she said, designed to get something. And I thought, have I anything but pretend grief? And I asked myself what I meant, in these daily excretions of pretend grief, to acquire? And I couldn’t answer. And I felt true grief.
Thomas Boulan, Mary Bowers, Jean-Gérald Charbonneau, Jon Chopan, Brian Foley, James Francis, Jack Harris, Melissa Ruby, James Terry, R. A. Allen, Joe Balaz, Jak Cardini, Richard Donnelly, Scott Drinkall, Kenneth Gurney, Lara Konesky, Janice Krasselt Tatter, Chris Major and Kirk Pinho
Our first live Gather Round Children Variety Show was hit. Thanks to all performers and attendees, and especially to Anjali Khosla. Let’s do it again.
A few delicious links have been added to the blogroll: Napkins, Melissa Rae and, Jeannie Hoag’s “I’m Quitting TV” blog. Check them out.
Here’s some photos (taken by Melissa Rae):
Mike Young rocks from atop a chair.
Gabe backs Liz TD up on her Linda Ronstadt jam.
MC Mr. Napkins prepares to break one off.