August 2011
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Life Can Be Lynchian
“I didn’t know they’d come this late.” “Your mother?” “The hummingbirds. Is my mother a they?” “I thought you said she.” Son looks out the window. “Those kids riding around.” “This doesn’t taste like anything.” “Tastes like corn.” “Is it because it was in the refrigerator too...
"cody code" by peterbd99@gmail.com
never met anyone with the name of cody. know a ted though. who would name their child ted? not fucking awesome. listening to ‘run the world’ by hov’s main squeeze. replacing the word ‘girls’ with ‘cody’. shit is hilarious. you see cody runs the world because he doesn’t give a shit about labels. he just does him. is that a problem? didn’t think...
Before I write a poem
I think of the word “cold”
and then try not to use the word “cold”
in that poem
July 2011
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Flow Chart: A Guide to Internet Hipster Writers
thetangential:
Original post
-Becky Lang
Watchpopserial:
Man Is A Limited Creature by Cassandra Troyan
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A Flarf Poem, via Stephen Crane's The Red Badge of...
The white-topped wagons strained & stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep. Scars faded as flowers. He was a babe which, having wept its fill, raises its eyes and fixes upon a distant toy. “Where th’ hell yeh been?” Where many of his usual machines of reflection had been idle, where he had proceeded sheeplike. He beheld that he was tiny. He was a man.
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What do I do with my baby internet presence?
It won’t stop crying about a lack of hits and publishing creds.
Should I put it to sleep with chloroform?
Maybe I should Google how to do that first.
But if anyone asks, I searched “chlorophyll.”
Well shit, it died. Must’ve used too much.
Dammit, where’s the shovel?
Yes mom, the baby’s fine, we’re in Disney World with some rich guy.
Yeah,...
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April 2011
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I'm not,
dead.
New poem up at the gatekeeper-free allwritethen. Vote for mine if you like it and it could be included in the semiannual print issue.
And I have made a twitter account.
March 2011
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estabanlocos:
NARRABLE Y ATRACTIVO
dibujé
una serie de infinitos
que juntos se parecían
a maría abrazando al niño jesús
¿cómo es posible?
no hay nada
que pueda decirte
que no esté entre
lo narrable y lo atractivo
lo que me hace pensar en ti
como algo
narrable y atractivo
*****
Cody Troyan (1993, Ohio, EEUU) es el hermano pequeño de la poeta Cassandra Troyan. Ha publicado algunos...
February 2011
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RELATABLE & ENDEARING
I have a new poem in this month’s issue of elimae, the 15th anniversary edition.
January 2011
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"Fuck James Fenimore Cooper!"
quicklysemicolon:
sweet new prose piece from Cody Troyan entitled ‘Casual Relationships’
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$4 is burning a hole in that pair of sweatpants...
Big Bill and the Lonely Nation is now on Goodreads.
Buy your copy today.
December 2010
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I have two new poems up at New Wave Vomit. Cheers.
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On Julian Assange
had a feeling on tap but a creation sub- dued still on par it’s like * “but like Maugham’s Mirriam you are hard above the neck; voice salted and manner typical of your class when not trying to impress your response to my entirely well-intentioned amusement was the understanding and empathy of the committed solipsist”
pears can be rotated to look like lightbulbs so now,...
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Southpaw (A SHORT STORY)
I think I read somewhere once that ants act more like one life form than individuals. Then I wondered if we’d be better off like that. Those t-shirts we wore in elementary school, depicting kids dabbed in every color of the human palette holding hands around the globe. I’m thinking of a spontaneous broad-brush hegemony. Where each and every one of us perpetuate...
November 2010
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my local dj called four loko "waka flocka in a...
then asked listeners what they thought about it being outlawed by the government
some woman said “it’s just another scheme to control us, like banning cigarettes”
as long as it’s big businesses who inject purposefully addictive chemical compounds to control us, everything is okay
the dj then said “y’all can’t control malt liquor”
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October 2010
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"the weak are now surviving"
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: how are you doing this fine evening?
You: fine, you
Stranger: meh
You: damn
You: life seems bleak
Stranger: damn is right
Stranger: its just boring right now
You: feeling a lack of purpose
Stranger: no, just lack of entertainment
You: is that what makes you happy
You: entertainment
Stranger: that and other things of course
You: like what
Stranger: school, my women, the military, etc.
You: the military makes you happy?
Stranger: its pretty good shit i have to say
You: have you killed anyone
Stranger: metal music makes me happy at the moment
Stranger: no, i min school lol
Stranger: havent had to go overseas
Stranger: yet
You: are you scared of going
Stranger: i wouldn't be, but by the time i graduate we might not be in the middle east
Stranger: which would suck
You: yeah hopefully
Stranger: fuck that, i dont want to be in no peace time army lol
You: isn't that ideal though. don't we fight wars to make peace. or is it just a scheme. do you have inside knowledge to this sort of thing?
Stranger: no your right, but wars are also fight for other things to, example the spanish american war
Stranger: fought that shit for land
You: do you agree with that. imperialistic conquest. like now, would you kill people for oil?
Stranger: this aint for oil lol. but i really could care less
You: what about religion. do you think that gives you incentive
Stranger: religion doesnt, im non relgious
You: atheist, agnostic, or just don't 'give a shit'?
Stranger: just dont care lol
You: understandable
Stranger: dont believe
Stranger: really
Stranger: i think what drives to serve our nation, is really just be something greater than myself, say i did something to protect my nation, and killing
You: like a mob mentality
Stranger: i guess
Stranger: i wouldnt know
Stranger: i think killing is just a natural instinct in everyone, and we hide it to keep world order, but that leads to overpopulation cause now natural selction has come to a screaching halt sence the weak are now surviving
You: that's pretty bleak
Stranger: i guess lol
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THIS PIECE HAS NO INTENTION OF ENDING
We have this strange feeling that realism is the best.
“I hated how sad it was.”
“I hated how it wasn’t explained.”
Is life always happy?
Is life always explained?
No. But why go to creative mediums to remember how we manage to open our eyelids each morning? Maybe we’re drawn to each story as if it won’t be like the others, that it might say something,...
contributor of the year
hotflashes my body is a pan i’m cooking up bacon & promptly dumping it on the floor supposedly for the dogs but they’ve been stuffed & petrified for 15 years i can wear a square smile that’d look nice to greet the neighbors the mailman some girl’s parents i’ve been practicing keeping a jenga block lodged in my mouth for 3 hours a day for 15 years i’m...
September 2010
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READING & RELEASE OF CASSANDRA/CODY TROYAN POETRY...
The R&R event will include the literature of:
Stephen Tully Dierks Rebecca Cooling-Mallard Steve Roggenbuck Cassandra Troyan Cody Troyan Richard Wehrenberg Jr. Colin Winnette
@
September 17 at 8:00pm 1622 South Allport Street APT. 1 Chicago, IL
You can pre-order your copy of BBATLN here.
¡VIVA LA NACIÓN SOLITARIA!
The chapbook itself includes:
-eenui!
-anti-nationalism!
...
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August 2010
8 posts
Gmail Chat With Cassandra Troyan
me: i need to make a new blog post but idk what. and i think i'm going to sit down during winter break and just completely write my novel. right now i just have a couple scenes and specific images and lines i'd like to use.
how do you feel about combining minimalism in terms of the concrete dialogue and actions and then postmodern 'jargon' in the setting up of landscape and interior motives and other narrator-related do-tells?
Cassandra: that's fine.
That's like Higg's novel
Which I much orefer
*prefer
and how I prefer to write as well
me: you haven't read it. i wouldn't call it a novel. at all really. i know that's the point but still, i would not use it as a model as to what i'm trying to do
it's good
but
the narrative is the lack of one
Cassandra: i have listened to the audio book
which is the whole novel
me: you listened to the whole thing?
Cassandra: its hours long
it made me feel a little crazy
me: haha
Cassandra: weird dreams
me: how does he go about reading it?
Cassandra: I would say their is a narrative
weird ways
it has found sounds, and performative elements
*there
me: cool.
Cassandra: what is a narrative?
who is that not a narrative?
*how
me: it's a narrative in a unintentional, fictional biographical way. its diversions and I guess antics makes me say it isn't a novel in the traditional sense. and i know you're going to disagree. i don't think it matters what it's classified as.
Cassandra: To me, "the narrative" is where the meat is
And is the meat is in the tangents, then that is where the narrative is.
me: "where the meat is" hahaha that reminds me of that movie who's afraid of virginia woolf that i watched the other night. and every written piece of work has "meat," it's the general point of the work. is my textbook a narrative? and then by association, a novel?
Cassandra: where is the meat?
Facts are not meat
me: no, but the assertions that the facts are supporting are
meat
Cassandra: But meat doesn't have to do with narrative.
me: you're contradicting yourself
Cassandra: Your textbook can be meat, but that doesn't make it a narrative
no, i'm not
read carefully
me: "To me, "the narrative" is where the meat is"
Cassandra: the narrative can be where the meat is
me: that's not definitive then
that doesn't help out anything
Cassandra: "the narrative" and "a narrative"
are different
me: alright
Cassandra: Your textbook has meat that has "a narrative"
But its not "the narrative"
me: because it encompasses too much? that's not very nice to the textbook.
Cassandra: Because its claiming truth. Its "non-fiction"
me: i think every novel is trying to claim a truth
Cassandra: Which is absurd, because even all written history is subjective
me: yeah
Cassandra: Before facts were "facts" they were to some degree subjective.
And change according to perceptions.
me: is the line between non-fiction and fiction the claiming of "the truth" and a claiming of "a truth"?
Cassandra: Maybe, but claiming any sort of "truth" is a trajectory towards death, a desire for "the end" and into transcendence
which is a no no
me: that's not true
Cassandra: Yes, there is no truth
me: there is no absolute truth. there are accepted truths. which don't necessarily point towards death or any other unknown. they are accepted truths because they are as true as 'possible' in our current way of distinguishing them. wait. what.
god
idk what i'm saying
if no truths are inherent truths then everything has the right to claim truth, and thus become truths, in your limited sense of the word
by dismantling the idea of truth you're creating more sub-truths
or not necessarily dismantling, but interpreting "truth" in its most literal (and solely absolute) sense
Cassandra: I'm talking about transcendent death
me: where the hell did that come from
this was metafiction
Cassandra: we should publish this
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Two of my poems, entitled “we give ourselves too much credit” and “bp” have been published in the August issue of The Scrambler.
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exemplary commercial libido
migraine vagina a feverish cold a place to call home a place to yell “shalom!” a place to hang your hat a place to idly chat sipping sucking fucking coagulated consolidated & double-dated a box to gather your falling hairs a room to unravel your infinite cares a hanger to hold your sweater a hangar to hold your jetsetter the goop just on the labial brink of your eyelid the oily...
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I have compiled a chapbook with my sister, entitled Big Bill and the Lonely Nation. Details about how one might purchase a copy are forthcoming. You won’t regret it. Or shouldn’t. Shan’t. Below is a poem from my portion of the monumental event in sibling literary history.
a coat of arms makes me think of latex coated arms thrusted into a fume hood occupied by a french girl...
jordancastro:
i have constructed a >17k-word review re ‘Richard Yates,’ by Tao Lin
~900 of these words re me & my preemptive Richard Yates review
July 2010
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A preemptive review on the upcoming book, Richard Yates, by Tao Lin, done for a potential and seemingly eminent free copy of said book via a contest on his blog here where you can complete different services for goods/currency and everyone participating/spectating/lurking seems to be happy, having a good time, feeling a sense of ‘togetherness’ in this literary ‘blogosphere’...
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EVERYTHING IS STRAINED
You called me. You said to meet in the cereal aisle. I was standing in the organic cereal aisle for 15 minutes, then figured you must be standing in the sugary cereal aisle. And both of us, not trying to seem desperate, decided to wait as long as possible before redialing or moving. I remember you saying, “Can we try to work this out?” last week in your car while Simon and Garfunkel...
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the native american
if trauma was a prolonged state i think i would set up camp there: residing in a manilla envelope tipi stoking fires with shredded transactions punching a hole in my computer monitor to drink its insides based solely on the attractiveness of the term ‘liquid crystal’ everything is now below its intrinsic value everything has lost its sense of belonging we look at the objects before...
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a deer once told me
a deer once told me that he was the most majestic creature in the entire world. who told you that? i said. you are the most populous species in north america if that’s what you mean. he said shut up, god had told him. i said well, you do have a disney movie. he said exactly and pranced away. i was up at 5 am looking through my closet. i tried on a tarantula costume and eight arms were...
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the fourth
i rode a bus down to a fireworks display in the city i expected an array of old people with varying health conditions instead there were a bunch of drunken college kids & it made me want to dismantle the term ‘higher education’: i need a chaser, doug hand me that, wait, doug, what is that? it’s coke, here there’s rum in this! there has to be, doug! doug laughs the...
June 2010
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i don't want to do that again
i feel bad reading flash fiction upstairs as my friend is watching a clockwork orange in the basement but i’m pretty sure he nodded off so my tension sort of wears off i would be watching it too if i weren’t so conscious of time i watched it last week & my memory restricts my life - ‘i don’t need to do that again’ could your ‘memory/scribe of time...
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photosynthesis-residential-solarsystem
lamps & their shades cooperate in effigy of trees with the indoor/outdoor differences on how to ‘interpret public space’ lamps: their lit crowns & stalk-y bodies protrude from pedestals atop the pseudo-fur that you learned to crawl on trees: their frail foliage sometimes reciprocates the moonlight in a way as to suppose ‘something must be right’ roots & cords...
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the taut-tight generation
excuse me if it seems new posts are scarce, I’m in the midst of my poetic novella (I feel pretentious for writing that). hype it up as much as you can. the poem below may or may not be included.
reading bret easton ellis makes me want to coin my own ‘lost generation’ but my peers insist that they know perfectly well who they are & where they are & what they’re...
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it’s about looking at the complex through an inverted lens - making man worthy of sculpture yet again but don’t get convoluted with thoughts of demigods… swallow the blemishes alongside your iced tea soak in the sun & all the celestial bodies and disobey whatever stigma nips at your neck neo-nada. ‘nothing’ is ‘new’ neonada. so let’s rejoice in...