I’ve been busy. I wanted to send out a newsletter with some tidings of good cheer and updates on my current activities. This may be an overdose of me. I’m sorry. But this is just how we do. It’s free.
First, a poem published in Roi Faineant a couple days ago:
That was a poem for my daughter. I haven’t written many poems lately except for two, “Bad Poem” and “A Witchberg Lit,” both published at Don’t Submit! where to my mind the dominant flavor is supposed to be Surrealist automatic writing.
https://donotsubmit.net/bad-poem-by-jesse-hilson/
https://donotsubmit.net/a-witchberg-lit-by-jesse-hilson/
Here’s a snapshot of a couple stanzas from A Witchberg Lit:
I had a fragment of my novel in progress I See Prism Threads published at Farewell Transmission. The fragment is entitled “The Suicidal Ideation That Spikes While Changing Jobs.”
https://farewelltransmission.net/2024/01/the-suicidal-ideation-by-jesse-hilson/
A sample paragraph:
I have a short story slated to come out at Hobart on 2/26/24. Thanks to Mathias Mietzelfeld for taking that, keep your eyes peeled. I think it’s a good story.
I’ve been on the air talking about myself a couple times. Once on my local radio station talking about the prism thread novel and once on Sabrina Small’s podcast Self Exposure. Links:
https://m.soundcloud.com/spiritualsolutions/wiox-hilson-1824
I was graciously invited to read at the Misery Loves Company/Pig Roast Publishing crossover event supporting Morgenrede’s new book Abuser. I am coming to see Pig Roast Publishing as something like a record label putting out LPs and 7”s from a community of artists, supporting the underground in a real, substantial way. I don’t have the timing of when I read during the program but it was probably for too long which I am chagrined about. Watch the whole video here and dig what it is all about, buy Pig Roast Publishing books, support Morgenrede and others published there. First, here’s the link to the video:
https://www.miserytourism.com/mlc-abuser/
And here is the link to Pig Roast Publishing. If you don’t know the publisher, I recommend starting with the memoir Psychiatric Tissues by Jeff Schneider the founder and publisher. It’s a hilarious memoir of life on the road in a noise rock band, Arab on Radar, and you get all the grit, outrage, and spirit of being on your. Also check out Freak Buck which is a very swank hardback production of a hallucinatory comix anthology that burnt my eyeballs out. This is the underground that you’ve been hearing about.
https://pigroastpublishing.com
On that note, I will close out this newsletter. I know lots of times people don’t click on links in here, it’s too much energy to explore what I’m talking about and go to these other sites. That’s fine. Just be aware that I’m working at all these efforts and building up a head of steam, trying to move the game piece across the board. I want to get this novel written and completed by summertime or so. I have a job that I’m working at, a silly little place called Schloss Oylesburg where Gen Z tries to clown me, but my swerve is too crispy for that to ever happen. I got plans. I want to write more books and bring you more extravagant sauces to your dinner table. Fuck the money, I just want eyeballs on my work. I came to reap heads. Oh yeah, I forgot, a cartoon of mine is coming out in an anthology from Soyos Books called UNHEIMLICH which I guess pops on 2/15 or so? Can’t wait to see that.
My most fervent wish for you, above astrology, tarot, and all that entry level esoterica, is that you do something creative this day, this week, this month, this lifetime. It’s a guaranteed pathway to happiness, even if that happiness is the happiness of black anguish along a pathway of rusty guillotines that are just dull enough that they need to go two or three times before the head’s finally off. Write a book, paint a painting, record some music, make the world a place that’s inhospitable for cant, received wisdom, narrow mindedness, all types of shallow gibberish, unjust power concentrations, and people that need to run the 100-yard dash backwards through a field of dicks.