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My editor is bigger than yours.
About Me
- Matt DiGangi
- Boston
--Publisher., Thieves Jargon, Thieves Jargon Press.
Freelance editor.
Graduate student (Publishing and Writing), Emerson College.
Editorial, educational publishing.
Labels
- 2008
- aaron anstett
- adaptation
- agents
- AIDS
- alcohol
- Andy Riverbed
- animal collective
- archive
- arkansas
- beat
- bellowing bastard brothers
- big money big prizes
- black math
- bohobait
- books
- boston
- brendan is sleepy
- burning oil drums
- career
- cash
- celebrate good times
- celebrity sighting
- censorship
- chicago
- city living
- co-editors
- coens
- commercialism
- crime fiction
- damned human race
- dan scannell
- Dave Morrison
- David Foster Wallace
- David Letterman
- dead author's club
- decline
- deep shame
- delphine lecompte
- denis johnson
- dialogue
- digang
- dispatch
- Dollhouse
- ebooks
- editing
- electronic publishing
- Eric Jones
- evergreen review
- every day yeah
- film
- Fugate
- future perfect
- george bush
- george sparling
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- holidays
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- influences
- internet circuit
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- javascript warrior
- jeff parker
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- joe goose
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- john updike
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- journalism
- JP Gritton
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- kenneth mulvey
- kin corn karn
- kittens in the boiler
- knut hamsun
- legend
- leisure
- letters
- literary journals
- Madore
- magazine
- mark baumer
- marketing
- mather
- McSweeney's
- merch
- Mexicola
- michael jackson
- million writer award
- moslem
- mourning silence
- my favorite bullet
- my women friends get tennis bracelets
- mystery
- nabokov
- NASA
- nice
- no key locks
- other publishers
- paul kavanagh
- phonies
- photography
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- poetry
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- publishing
- quoting
- red sox playoff baseball
- rejection
- ressurrection
- revisionist history
- robert b. parker
- sales
- samhain
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- short stories
- small press
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- Steve Wright
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- submissions
- swill magazine
- tao lin
- theory
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- travel
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- ufc 100
- video games
- waste of your time
- watchmen
- weddings
- weekly writer
- west
- why vandalism?
- wide world of sports
- willie smith
- work of art
- zombies
- zygote in my coffee
23 comments:
oh shit.
shit storm
hope this doesn't mess up your schooling at all
i'm scared now
i'll be keeping all liquids and foods on the other side of the room
If it was such a disaster how did you manage to make your latest entry? Hell, you don't need a computer. Why don't you just run a chord from the outlet to the hole in your head?
"If it was such a disaster how did you manage to make your latest entry?"
Work computer.
Mather, guess what that means? I won't be able to censor your posts all weekend. Have fun running wild. Now's your chance to prove whatever it is you need to prove.
I've already proven it.
Ooh, that sucks. Losing a computer (especially if you're a student) is along the lines of losing a car. I hope you've got enough saved up to cover it. The last time I lost a laptop, I didn't have ANY money on hand, and had to go to the public library for a couple of weeks to write my papers. Not fun.
I can say however, library regulars--the ones that actually hang out and read the magazines and stuff--are some of the most interesting regulars there are.
that blows donkey dick...
fuck you traitor
JTK,
were you directing your "fuck you traitor" comment to me? I'm anonymous, how can I be a traitor?
i lost my laptop last year. i've been going to library everyday first thing the the morning since last year to write and read and work. it create routine and discipline.
this is one way in which the jargon could die?
not with a bang but a whimper. I like it.
Thieves Jargon ending because Matt spilled something on his laptop. It would be like the last episode of Seinfeld.
Goddamnit. I was gonna' use the title "Swine Flew" for something someday. Now it's played out. Mexico screwed me again!
How many times has Mexico screwed you, Steve? Maybe you should stop opening your asshole to them, or is that your mouth? Baby-faced blondie telling me "I'm 33 going on 112". Yuck, yuck...sure...what a hard life you've led, being poor and all...gangsta-talk...scary...
In other news I saw the Riverbed poem on Decomp, because I got the mass-emailed flier which alerts me to very important events of this nature. The language in the poem is sloppy, uninspired, and the two-line stanzas are without justification, unless pretentious couplets are their own justification. Riverbed ends the poem as he lays down on his bed to rest his aching body following a grand adventure. Pobrecito! But, problem is, the supposed emotion of this ending is not earned through the narrative of the poem, which takes us through the trials and tribulations of his attempt to sneak into a show because he doesn't want to pay the cover. Hell, I can understand that, but he makes it seem like it was such a soul-searching death march, while it is really only a bored child's prank, as useless as a somnambulist's stumble. Nothing of any emotional consequence happens, and the flat language emphasizes this fact, and as a consequence the ending seems tacked on, and empty of poignancy. Lo siento. Creo que es mejor que escribas en espanol, chamaco.
All the cool kids are in decomP! I'm in it next month. This must be the popular table Mother is always whining about.
You know, he thinks we all get into these mags because we hang out and have drinks after work. I bet he thinks all black folks know each other too.
Popular table? Man, your metaphors are weak. DecomP is definitely not the litarary popular table. I mean, that capital P is pretty cool, but... Do you really think I am jealous of something you have? You need to open your eyes to the bigger world out there, Renaissance. I've been in more mags than you will ever sniff, but that means nothing if you don't grow. I'm trying to criticize, that's all. I'm trying to stir things up. I'm trying to do you guys a favor, but nobody thanks me, I only get called a "hater". Boo hoo...yuck yuck...
By the way, I contacted Madore. He didn't have much to say. He called me a "bitch".
"hater" like "cabrón" is an expression of love. i appreciate you. i got totally pumped up when you analyzed my poem. i was very happy. i felt like a real writer. before that i wasn't sure if i was in this world or not, if anything i did actually had some concrete affect on anything else, but you, mathers, have proven that, whatever you happen to be, that, which is what you are, can be affected. wooooo!
and myself? i'm a reactonary. i've come to terms with that fact.
There's no "s" on my name, cabron. Everybody likes to be talked about, even if you don't like the guy talking about you. By the way, "uninspired", "pretentious" and "empty of poignancy" are also terms of love.
"uninspired, pretentious, and empty of poignancy are terms of love"???
Well, I just love Mothers poetry, in that case.
mather's poetry is ok to read but i don't like poetry anyway. he has appeared in a lot of good journal most of us ameaturs on this site won't ever get into, despite whatever thin paperbacks our bro's hook up. his poems are just prose cut up. it's in no way poetry in any traditional sense. i don't know why writers like this call it poetry when it's just flash fiction with wasted space for obnoxious line breaks.
his discussions lack in substance for the most part.
madore has matured from babble and his journal pays!
eat a dick ya'll! let's see what monday brings. hopefully a different set of tits. maybe a photograph of a busty tokyo girl.
Renaissance: my comment that they are terms of love was a joke, based on the previous comment. I'm sure at least Riverbed understood that.
Crackers: why would I want to write "traditional" poetry? Also: who the hell are you? Madore's site pays ten bucks a story, I think. Well, that is really something. Three years from now he'll be a memory, and if you're lucky you'll be ten or twenty bucks richer. Good writing is good writing, line breaks or not. There is no great difference.
i don't know who "mather" is, and I don't think money should matter. that's why i have a job. the only times journals that pay big publish good shit is when they're publishing translations of latin american writers.
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