HILGART RAISES HACKLES
Dear Mr. Codrescu,
Since I couldn't
find the appropriate link on your site for responding to the article by
Art Hilgart, I decided to bother you.
kind of nonsense is the sentence about Israelis treating the Palestinians
as the Germans had treated the Jews. This is really a bit much and if
it didn't have the potential to cause real harm in the world, I wouldn't
bother to write about it.
fact is that although there are many honest criticisms to be made of Israeli
policy, Mr. Hilgart's is not one of them. This ridiculous statement of
his feeds into many a big lie.
I believe in free speech, I can't get too mad about the article's publication,
but since the topic was about shame, he should feel a bit of it about
his own words.
ED NOTE: I agree with you. I usually disagree with Hilgart on almost
everything, but his remarks sound particularly hollow now. AC
AUTHOR'S PRICKED EGO CRIES OUT
When I submitted my story "A Feast For Vipers" to Exquisite Corpse in
Sept., it was to have you review the story for possible publication in
your magazine, not to have my name plastered up on the web in a feeble
attempt to get laughs at the expense of others. You never E-mailed me
to say you couldn't use the story and instead used my name as part of
what appears to be a huge rejection list. I've been a professional writer
since my first book was published in 1978 and have been working steadily
as an author/freelancer/journalist since then. In all that time, I have
never seen an editor behave in such a callous manner toward writers. This
page is not clever, it is cruel. I've been writing for a long time and
am used to rejections, but I feel sorry for the poor bastards who have
only just gotten up the courage to send out their work, sent it to you,
and now find themselves held up to ridicule.
Instead of listing places where my books are being sold (Amazon,
Barnes and Noble, Greene Bark Press, iUniverse, Bibliofind, etc.), my
own web page, and/or the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators,
SFWA, or the Author's Guild (all places where I'm listed as a member with
hyperlinks to my site) a search of my name on some search engines now
shows the following in the #2 spot on the list that appears:
Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life
... your bumper, so move it buddy), Carla Schwartz, Jennifer Macaire,
Mary Vigliante Szydlowski, Sonya Reeves, Vishal Khanna,
Stephanie Irvine, Charles Allen Wyman ...
You were not given permission to use my
name or post it on the web without my permission. Perhaps there are other
authors who submitted their work to you who don't mind having their name
up on your site, but I do. Remove my name from your web site immediately.
Does Web Del Sol know you are doing this
to the writers who submit their work to you? How about Writer's Digest,
The Writer, or Poets and Writers?
I expect a timely response to this e-mail.
Mary Vigliante Szydlowski.
Apparently you aren't too familiar with the history of the Corpse, which
has been doing this for years. Also, apparently you didn't read the guidelines
when you submitted, which warns readers about the Bag. Next time, better
do some more research before indiscriminately submitting, if you can't
handle the criticism.
PARIS CHEFS THREATEN CADAVRE
We are a secrete society at a catering school in Paris. One of us buy
Thus Spoke the Corpse vol 2 when we were to london last week with
school. We like it very much. It's better than the shit we do all the
time. We like the fuck parts better. We show it to the english teacher
and she said discusting! Booo! She's a fat ugly bitch. But we want to
corrige something. Maybe your editeur and 'everybody else' he fuck the
sheep but we fuck the chickens. Friday afetr we fuck them we cook them
with cubed pork, onions, mushrooms and some cognac. After that the others
served it and carve it for our teachers at the restaurant d'application.
Poulet Cocotte Grand-Mere Ladies and Gentleman!
The sheep is for the sheep! Also we want
to say to Bob Black we look very handsome. Two ends! when we do 69 with
the chickens. And we surprised he can count so far and we don't take the
shit from noboby.
We have warned you,
WILLIE ENJOYS BLOWJOB; REVEALS SECRET GOVT. SECRETS
so much for the blowjob! It was everything a good blowjob should be. It
was enthusiastic. It was sloppy. It went on for a long time. Occasionally,
it actually hummed. And the best part was, when all was said and done,
nobody had to swallow any of it.
I have been working 40 hours a week in
a Welfare office these past six months, so time is at a premium; so is
brain amperage. OK, so you're here to apply for food stamps?
Do you purchase and prepare separately?
How many members in your household? How many vulvas? Waht is the blue
book on your car? Do you agree to let investigators drop by your apartment
to snoop around and see if you've been eating too much, dealing drugs
or maybe lying to the Government? Where have you been shitting all this
free lunch you been getting from the United States Department of Agriculture?
Now, how you gonna verify all them dumps? You been shitting too much,
you ain't eligible. Walk your ass back to California, boy -- this country
wasn't built on no free lunch.
That's basically my interviewing style. Gotta protect the taxpayer. Don't
wanna bankrupt the USDA. If you ask me, there'd be hell to pay if we let
every poor asshole and his toothless momma eat all the food they wanted.
Kinda makes ya puke to think of all them Welfare bums eatin their fill,
don't it? My God, if we let 'em eat for free they chew the topsoil right
offa Kansas. Have that effect, I mean. Say... lemme have another look
at that ID. You got a green card? Well, ya wanna eat today, you better
hightail it back to the jungle under the bridge and fetch me a reasonable
facsimile, or your sorry ass is like metaphor up the holy river of sacred
So, briefly, latex gloves are advised.
Deep in a crypt of Dr. Morgagni,
SPIDERWOMAN SLAMS SMITH STORY
Willie Smith's story "Spider Fuck" was an atrocious chunk of disgusting
prose, no wonder his audience walked out on him! I heard that he actually
drove 30 to 40 people away when he read it at Naropa. I wasn't there,
but I would've left too. I couldn't even finish reading it, it was in
such bad taste. Please, Corpse, in the future, spare us the sordid, pornographic
details. Spiders are beautiful creatures. They should be respected!
ANOTHER CORPSE FICTION BOOED
Chum is the worst [thing] I've ever read. I [read] it hoping for some
redeeming value. None! I related to my students that they should write
to educate, influence or entertain. What was the purpose of this creation?
BURK PROCLAIMS END OF OLD AIDS POLITIKS
SCOUNDREL TIME! That is the phrase that came to me as I looked out he
window and watched the 2001 Candle Light Vigil go by. It was as if we
were all frozen inside some block of ice called AIDS. All of us gripped
by a catastrophe that happened twenty years ago what is no longer happening.
Why should I be forced to mourn those gone fifteen years ago? Why must
we re-enact this morbid minstrel show every year and be burdened by something
that no longer weighs us down as it did then? Thanks to AIDS, San Francisco
has been changed into an uptight, sex-repressed, crank-driven facsimile
of what it once was, a haven for artists and poets, a place for gay men
and women to come and find tolerance. Now gay men attack other gay men
for not "believing in AIDS" i.e. not believing that HIV causes AIDS. Never
in my life did I think when I moved here in 1990 that I would leave like
I left Texas with a lynch mob at my door lighting fires, dragged through
court and cross examined for wearing an anarchist logo on a t-shirt, questioned
over my allegiance to Pancho Villa, my art deemed dangerous and threatening.
There were moments during court when I blinked my eyes to make sure I
was not having a bad dream. The way I blinked my eyes in the first ensuing
years of AIDS as if I might be able to shake off the nightmare and return
to what I remembered as a free loving world, but that is exactly what
has happened. So when I saw those poor traumatized souls parade by for
the umpteenth time, a new Republican administration in office with a Supreme
Court ruling hostile to pot smoking sick people hanging over our heads,
I realized it was what our friend Lillian Hellman spelled out in the decade
of my birth, the fifties, come back to bite us in the neck like some sexless
bloodless vampire. Yes! that's what it is, it's scoundrel time! And I
took it as my cue to split and so I did.
Here I am! Incredible as it seems, I left
SF for NY to regain sanity and pursue a cheaper, more accepting existence
and find a place less stressful than SF. Who would have believed NY would
fit such a profile? No one in their right mind! All I want to do is write
poems and make collages. And I'll be damned if I am going to let a cabal
of "mofo's" dissuade me from anything other than the creative! Fuck em!
Is what I say, may they rot in Hell! And may the love that will transform
the world continue for ever and ever!
So mote it be!
CANADIAN HEAD: HOW GOOD IS IT?
Natalia Sliskovic and Sara Marie Jones both e-mailed submissions to your
prestigious journal less than two weeks ago, so it may seem overzealous,
even annoying, that these foul-mouthed young ladies would be submitting
more poems, but they find that they have no choice. Immediately after
sending off their previous submissions (yes, girls go to the bathroom
together and they also e-mail poetry together. It's all very erotic.),
they started berating themselves for not taking advantage of your
generous submission quota. In other words, these desperate girls want
improve their odds of getting published in Exquisite Corpse. Surely if
we have a forum, this is it! If not, you can't blame a couple of
Canadian girls for trying.
Natalia Sliskovic and Sara Marie Jones.
P.S. We give great head!!
I don't like the idea of advertising.
It can only be about going broke. If you
don't spend it on the Corpse the bastards will get it in the old-age home.
Might as well let the government pay for it then, if they can. If they
can't, Fuck You! Try saying that with pabulum dripping into your crotch.
I also run a free site. No revenue. No
hope for any. I support the whole mess by getting up at 4:45 and cutting
code (not as elegantly as you I might add) until my day job. Then I spend
the rest of the day being a husband and a father. Someone said, "If you
want freedom, get up before everyone else." It's true.
None the less, I like your site so much
I'm going to make a small non-tax deductible donation. Wasn't it Holden
Caufield who said, "Money, it always ends up making you blue as hell."?
I think so.
Here, there, everywhere...
I would rather have advertising beamed directly into my brain twenty hours
out of the twenty-four than read another poem by Robert fucking Bly. But
that's just one man's opinion.
The new issue looks great. I'm really enjoying it--even from the rotting
fumes of "the bag." So glad "the corpse "is back!
NOW SEE HERE:
it is fundamental to the political (and poetic) nature of your existence
to not advertise.
i say this knowing of the paradoxical position
you find yourself embracing.
i have no money yet i will send what i
can (my own paradox) in order to continue feeding my selfish appetite
from what abounds on your virtual pages. and, possibly, if i can render
the courage, i will send some accounts of a rather mundane and completely
fictional life from the water's edge.
warmest regards and thanks -- for the fish
and other delectable musings from the sea --
CORPSE USED LIKE A CIGARETTE
Keep up the good work guys, the Corpse is a great place to visit before
lunch, during product review meetings, and after sex. And it's saved my
life on many occasions (ask me about the dining-car incident someday).
Ed's Note: We just have to know about the dining-car incident!