Circling Crow EZine

I'd like to meet:

Writers and artists whose idea of art is more than a clever description of bodily functions. There are 300 million people in America who can write. Most choose not to call themselves writers simply because they can describe pee stains in their underwear. If you need to read about someone else eating their chicken it's because your own experience is uninspiring. If you need to read of someone else's experience fucking then your sex life is uninspiring. I Pity your girlfriend. Oh, and the obnoxious drunk spewing false bravado isn't being visited by a muse. He's simply a bullshitter who knows how to type. Spending a night in the drunk tank isn't particularly enlightening. It just winds up as an expensive motel stay.

There are literally tens of thousands of chapbooks put out every month with literally dozens of readers. Words decorated by typography that never find an audience except for cajoled family and friends.

When I was a kid there was a local librarian who was a middle aged woman, a spinster with a number of cats. Everyone who came to the counter she talked to in the same condescending way, like a grandmother to a naughty little boy. I fucking hated that old bag. When I registered for the draft I thought of her and all the people like her and it pissed me off to think that one day I might have to kill others so that she could live. These people are like emotional vampires that will suck the altruistic feelings out of a person for a while. Now I find it is sad that a person can live their life in isolation, refusing to believe they are the cause of their own abandonment.

Music:

Movies:

Factotum

Television:

Beverly Hillbillies, Mash, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Henry Rollins, Sanford and Son, Cops, America's Most Wanted, Family Guy, South Park, King of the Hill, Curb Your Enthusiasm

Books:

History of almost anything. Art, Classical literature, Lyrical poetry. Books not written by ghost writers. Especially those written by drug addled prima donna rockstars. It's all tired ground.
Henry Miller
Henry Rollins
Robert Anton Wilson
Baudelaire
Rimbaud
Steven Pinker
Camus
Kafka
Irving Stettner
Dostoevsky
Emily Dickinson
Robert Frost
James Hillman
Carl Jung
Albert Ellis
Aaron Beck
Maureen Dowd
Michael Parenti
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Walt Whitman
D.H. Lawrence
Solzhenitsyn
Rabelais
James Joyce
Lao Tzu
Jean Toomer
Nabakov

Heroes:

Everyone at times. No one most of the time.
People who don't use cryptic language to convey passive aggression. It's cowardly. If you can't speak succinctly your stupid cryptic language is only meaningful to yourself.
Those who don't mistake the art of bullshitting as good literature. You know who I am talking about. The barroom bullshitter that you stay away from is a literary hero to someone else because he's someone they didn't know. Choose any bar and go in and inquire where you might find the resident bullshitter. There is your hero of supposed realism. He will regale you with stories of his sexual exploits and drunken shenanigans, what he said to so and so, and where's he's been. He'll tell you how to eat, where to eat and what to eat. Tell you how he fucked 20 year old girls, and how he even fucked your girlfriend once or twice. He will tell you of the many fights he has been in, and with younger men twice his size. Does it sound familiar? If you don't want to listen to his shitty stories then there is no need to read them either.