(spam poem by Edward Desautels) outdoor glasses open to lonely winter promise our Indians the reservations sold we affirm our pretty town behind the cannon preempt the encounter conduct our inquiries redeem thy foundry we cry on horseback our vapours seeth and tumble in the upper regions we have done ill will we have asked…
Craft Notes: What’s Happening?
The following is excerpted from Manifesto: Maximalist Expressionism, or "Shut/-/Up(!) Fiction". As to what transpires in my novel Flicker in the Porthole Glass, I’ve been asked point blank: Does anything happen in this novel? My answer: The novel happens in this novel. In his book of essays, For a New Novel, Alain Robbe-Grillet sums up…
Craft Notes: Knowing My Place
The following is excerpted from Manifesto: Maximalist Expressionism, or "Shut/-/Up(!) Fiction". A large part of the “work” my novel sets out to accomplish is to foreground the way in which self-knowledge is not an exact match for the narrative-of-self we carry around with us in our minds, a narrative subject to constant revision and emendation,…
Housebreaking the Muse – Excerpt
In the following excerpt from my novel-in-progress, Housebreaking the Muse, the primary narrative entity, a reformed Père Ubu, introduces the protagonist, Ray Burke, a graduate of a large state university in Middle-of-Nowhere Pennsylvania whose grand aspiration is to land a position as "a functionary in a large private university." Ubu Burke wandered down Mass Ave.…
Loft Story
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) shall we get our guns? our phone rings at least once a day and MA Bell gusts through us a Goliath in David's face if we shot Goliath might we put a slug in David? before he could roll across the room and end all of this for us? we…
Ed Desautels' Maximum Fiction 