Several years ago, some fictioneer colleagues and I considered the idea of founding a small press. When asked what, precisely, we intended to publish, I answered, “Maximalist-Expressionist fiction,” a term both satisfactorily accurate and sensibly vague. Almost simultaneously a colleague responded, “Shut up fiction.” Much more to the point, wouldn’t you say? Especially when written…
This is an another experiment in film, music, and short fiction I prepared in advance of a reading I gave at the University of Maine in 2007. It blends clips and stills of Joe Strummer and The Clash, and excerpts from my short bio fic piece, “Joe Strummer Along the Westway to Heaven.” The drawing…
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) we'd saved our lives more than once by degrees we came to understand arithmetical problems and the drawn white faces crawling on hands and knees sentenced and banished like Vallandigham we groped about to please our counsel "we want to make a very careful choice" "we want to comment upon…
A few years back, while attending the &Now conference on innovative writing at Lake Forest College in Chicago, I was introduced to the concept of spam poetry. For some, this exercise simply takes the form of a kind of poetic version of Duchamp's "found object": take the spam email and, without reshaping it in any…
This is an experiment in film, music, and short fiction I prepared in advance of a reading I gave at the University of Maine in 2007. It blends clips of Gene Krupa, Krupa's music, my photographs of Philadelphia and other urban locales, and excerpts from my short story, "Gene Krupa's Never-Before-Published Science Fiction Story."
Ed Desautels' Maximum Fiction 