Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Questions for Jerry Schroeder concerning his multidimensional narrative, Symphony

Clocking in at exactly 1000 pages, Symphony is an amazing journey into a multidimensional, magickal universe. This book pushes boundaries of experimental narrative and form. Audacious, transcendental, frustrating, and brilliant, this is the book I wished that I had written. I rate it as one of the best I've read. Check out some samples at Quizmeta .

Here are a couple of questions I threw Jerry's way (via email).

First off, what is Symphony about?

Well (and let me say again, REV, we are honored and unworthy), insofar as it could be about anything, pretty much all and anything and/or nothing.  It could be read as representation of consciousness encountering its own akashic substrate.  In this case, my personal consciousness supplies some of the fuel for the incineration.  It’s mostly about damn near anything and/or everything: it records an initiation, a sorcerer’s DNA, a mystic’s mutter, among others we will leave to whatever reader stumbles and gets stuck in it will make of its muck.  Hole, “Miss World,” live in Minnesota 1994, playing.  Is Kennedy actually in the house?

What is the significance of the title?

Because each language module functions as a different instrument, the many vessels and strings of the book resonate like different instruments in a symphony orchestra, many at once.  It also refers to itself as a manifestation of one fullest possible logic I can muster of listening to something like, say, for example, Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, five hundred times simultaneously.  Also, the entire phonetic alphabet functions as notes, of course and natch.

More to come!

Saturday, January 03, 2015

Introduction for Parasite Vol 1 - revised and improved

Here is the introduction I wrote for Parasite Vol 1 by David Mitchell. However, I improved this version by replacing every letter with the letter "P." It reads far better than my original version, here.

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While you are at it, check out Parasite Vol 2 as well. I'm not mentioning it just because I have a piece in it either ...

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Kicking Back at the Taco de Setas

excerpt from Fever by Michael Roth and Jerry Schroeder

The girl behind him held his right arm outstretched, while the other attached the mushroom to it. Her tentacle arm wrapped around his bicep. When his veins had filled with blood, sharp roots, like tentacles from a jellyfish, appeared from the bottom of the mushroom and pierced his skin. Fever could feel a warm sensation flow through his body. He relaxed into the booth, his other arm draped over the back of the seat. He stared at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Their soft glow pulsated slowly. He heard laughter and talking as the restaurant became busier. The women took seats in the booth as well and the three stared at Fever as the warm circulated through his body. After a while, he could feel this mind becoming itchy.

“Is the rain falling or is the falling the rain?”

“Are you the product of a spore from space seeded billions of years ago?”

“Who is it who repeats the Mushroom's name?”

“Who is dragging your corpse about?”

“What did your face look like before your father and mother were born?”

To read more from this chapter, and other samples, please check out the website at the OI.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

More reviews

More reviews past and present! This is a followup to a post last year with a couple of reviews/impressions of work I've done. Most responses waver between laughter and boredom, so it's nice when something strikes a cord with someone and they express hatred or disgust. Here we go!

Who cares? They are just a bunch of blurry pictures.
      This was in response to a photo series I did this past summer.

Sounds like he just discovered his dick.”
     This was in response to a reading I did many years ago on a local radio show. Hopefully, those tapes are lost forever. I don’t do readings anymore. For one, I think they are silly, but also, because of my stutter, they would devolve into unintentional performance art.

You’re such a fucking square!
    I think this was directed at my personality and work in general.

The first round of reviews can be read here.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

DB Cooper Church of Perpetual Grace Communique 2014

DB Cooper Church of Perpetual Grace
Communique 2014

The Church does not have much time left on this physical plane. While many believe we belong to the past, we in fact belong to no-time. We are a walking suicide, exuding our (it's) own potential, able to bring our(it)self into (out of) existence at any chosen moment. We are not as talented as we once believed we were. We have no answers. We have no questions. The destruction of dreams can compel one to jump out of a plane. That was the first good idea we had.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Tool Shed Art Show

This one-day show featured a selection of paintings and visual poetry works by Michael Roth. It was held August 1,2014 in a backyard tool shed. We believed this was the most appropriate place to show these works outside of the local garbage dump. 

More pictures at  

and at our new Flickr page (Tool Shed Art Show album)


Who needs an art gallery when you have a tool shed!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Tumble on down

Been quiet here, although I've been posting more graphic related work over on a new Tumblr blog.


Check it out for the usual range of hack paintings, visual poetry and photographs!