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A Night of Sulphur
 

A night of sulphur
    in the garden
       with winding trees
          exquisite breeze
 

but sulphur ling’ring
    in the air
 

and in the blue heather
  I heard
      a girl’s voice
          clear as the moon
 

follow me down
  she sang, she cried
      follow me down
         down
            down
                to the riverside
 

so I left my bench
   and jumped the trail
      which
          hov’ring on
              that perfect
                           voice
 

made its way
   to southern shores
      the voice called on
          away, anon
 

follow me down
  it sang, it cried
     follow me down
        down
           down
               down to the riverside
 

and at that river
     silent shore
all voices converge
     in quiet waves
             had it been I
                 who’d dreamt
             that voice,
                       the last
                           of fading
                       childhood
                                     days?
 
 

 

 

Appeared in FIRE: No. 18 (Oxford, UK)





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And Silent Silent Silent Go
 

And silent silent silent go
the last footsteps
of falling day
 

and silent silent silent fall
the glor’ious stars
of our decay
 

I stood nearby
affixed
in thought
as you peered through
the spying glass
 

to southern shores
dark blue
   beneath
       the fields
          and rolling
          hills of grass
 

I said to you
my friend
my love
one day these shores
will cease
to be
 

but you looked on
adrift
in thought
as the waves
   rolled forward
                  silently
 
  

 

 

Appeared in FIRE: No. 18 (Oxford, UK)





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I have received many awards and accolades, and am very important, influential, hip, cutting edge, renowned, and distinguished. For a complete bio, please see the 37 page entry on Wikipedia that my publicity people put up—or, alternately, any of the 142 articles about me on Wikileaks (except the one involving Silvio Berlusconi, Hu Jintao, Salma Hayek, a blindfolded camel, a harem of underage transvestite strippers, and a giant vat of rice pudding, which I still hold is pure fabrication).

 

Suffice it to say, it’s a great honor to speak with me. Many court me for interviews, which I rarely accede to. However, on one particularly sunny day in 2009, when, in a creative ploy to garner my favor, James Lipton—you may have heard of him, scion of the great Bernard Pivot, acclaimed host of The Actor’s Studio, and writer of the “Thundercats” theme—Bill Moyers, and Charlie Rose approached me in concert, I happened to be feeling especially generous, and decided to humor them on a caprice. Below are my answers to their litany of hard-hitting questions.

 

Please note: The below interview is actually entirely spontaneous.

 

 

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin?

CocoPuffs

 

What is the most useful class you’ve taken?

Poverty

 

What should your biography be titled?

‘Do you love bunnies?’

 

Why did you decide to do this Interview?

I like talking about myself

 

My magic wand would be constructed out of pure…

methamphetamines

 

We should criminalize…

incuriosity

 

In 20 years, I will be…

aching in the places that I used to play

 

When the world ends, I will be…

on another world that’s beginning

 

Jessica Alba or Jessica Simpson?

Alba Simpson

 

I’d rather be…

free

 

What always makes you smile, no matter how bad a day you’re having?

botox

 

My mate dumped me when they found my…

wand made of methamphetamines

 

I like to wear…

nothing, whenever possible

 

Five star hotel or a tent in the woods?

either, depending

 

What’s the fastest you’ve ever driven?

drunk or sober?

 

How many times is it acceptable to wear a pair of pants before washing them?

times?

 

I’d like to be captain on a manned mission to…

Nobu, New York

 

I could really live without…

anchovies

 

Who is your nemesis?

familiarity

 

When was the last time you cried?

Now, because I’m spending time answering these questions

 

What would you name your pet monkey?

Dieter

 

I miss…

infinite

 

Twizzlers or Red Vines?

White Stripes

 

I knew I was an adult when…

I could pee standing upright

 

Quick! Name a book you’ve recently finished reading!

The Little Book of Ponies

 

I was voted most likely to…

get conjunctivitis

 

I’m allergic to…

closemindedness

 

What celebrity do people say you look like?

Svetlana Stalin

 

Burn Out or Fade Away?

rage against the dying of the light. but, like everyone, go out not with a bang but a whimper

 

What’s your favorite brand?

Miu Miu

 

If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?

find out what ‘normal’ people talk about

 

Quick! Write the last sentence of your autobiography.

And it was good.

 

If I woke up as the opposite sex, I’d…

have a much easier time finding nice clothes to wear

 

Complete this sentence: Life is like a box of…

glass houses

 

Are you a glass half full or glass half empty person?

depends on what I’m drinking

 

What questions should we ask on ‘10 Second Interview’?

How do you feel about false advertising?

 

What’s the latest gadget you’ve bought?

a belt. holds up the pants real good

 

Look around! What’s the closest red object?

the F in Fandango

 

Thongs are…

silly

 

Boxers or briefs?

thongs

 

I’m down with…

the League of Nations

 

Have you ever been on TV?

I had a bit part in a David Lynch film. I played a midget who juggles pickled herring.

 

I’d do just about anything for…

a fix

 

I once had a really weird dream that…

I spent half an hour answering inane questions from an online questionnaire that claimed to take ten seconds

 

In retrospect, do you wish you had studied harder or had more fun?

I don’t begrudge the past

 

Which side is your good side?

I’ve been told there’s a small area on my back, but I’ve never been able to locate it

 

What does the tooth fairy do with all those teeth?

makes necklaces

 

How old were you when you had your first date?

the only reason we know that ‘date’ refers to a romantic event and not a fruit is the context

 

Quick! Make up a new pizza topping!

embryos

 

What snack food can you scarf down a whole bag in one sitting?

a pint of ice cream, easily

 

What’s your porn name?

Mr. Rogers

 

Quick! Write a two line poem:

My life is the poem I would have writ – But I could not both live and utter it – (Thoreau)

 

Do you sleep on your side, back, or stomach?

all of the above, but back rarely

 

I’d be mortified if someone caught me…

being mortified

 

Shoes or sneakers?

shut your mouth

 

I’d be totally screwed without…

lungs

 

What’s the sexiest thing a member of the opposite sex can wear?

lots of layers and buttons

 

If there were an extra hour in the day, I’d use it to…

daydream

 

Paris or Nicole?

Paris 4-Ever

 

What’s your ideal climate?

sultry

 

Cake or Pie?

Cakes and Ale

 

What was the first thing you bought when you got your first credit card?

a bondage outfit

 

People think that I’m…

an aardvark. It’s the darnedest thing

 

If you had a pet rhino, what would you name it?

Foo-foo

 

I want my last meal to be…

when I still have teeth

 

I wish my ex would…

put on something less revealing. It’s indecent!

 

My friends would be shocked if they knew…

that I’ve never written a thing in my damn life

 

What question should they ask Miss America or Miss Universe contestants?

fustian: subfusc :: pinafore:

 

What’s your nickname?

I have been called by many names, but the truth is One

 

The 80s were a decade of…

wonderful music

 

How many kids would you want to have?

a few here, a few there

 

Use the following words in a sentence: pink, dirigible, luckily, phonics

The pink dirigible jumped over the brown lazy dog. Luckily phonics.

 

I can’t believe I lost my…

rock hard abs

 

Who would you want to be with on a desert island?

the Little Prince… and a ‘hot babe’

 

What’s your favorite kids’ cereal?

whichever has the most corn syrup

 

Though I try to hide it, I’m actually…

strikingly handsome

 

I’m back in the…

red

 

What are three ways you’re making the world a better place?

me, myself, and I

 

The best ride at Disneyland is…

Small World

 

What was your worst fashion mistake?

being born

 

If I were a super hero, my super suit would be made out of…

dark matter

 

My philosophy is…

I know nothing

 

What flavor Jello are you?

Black Label

 

For my first wish, I wish…

for a wise and understanding heart

 

The last time I actually cooked something, I made…

the most delightful little torte

 

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no…

I will not cast aspersions against Fuzzy Wuzzy

 

What question would you ask God?

What happened to that blue shirt with the epaulets that I really liked?

 

There’s something fishy about…

Mary

 

If I wrote the script for a porno, I’d title it…

The Weeblo of Coxsackie

 

What do you think you’ll name your kids?

Bagel & Croissant

 

What would your Patronus be?

My reply is no

 

What’s the strangest question you’ve been asked in a job interview?

Yes – definitely

 

In 10 years, I’ll be…

It is certain

 

What makes you blush?

As I see it, yes

 

What cartoon character did you have a crush on?

Reply hazy, try again

 

Which of the following describe you? Teenage? Mutant? Ninja? Turtle?

You may count on it

 

Bikini, Tankini, or Linguini?

Ask again later

 

What do you wear to bed?

Without a doubt

 

Take whatever you want. Just don’t take my…

Very doubtful

 

Love or lust?

Cannot predict now

 

 

— This interview took place circa 2009, during Bentsman’s early late-middle upper paleolithic period (also known by art historians as “the mauve period”)





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One wall of my bedroom, the wall facing the street, is an expansive veranda behind glass— a sort of observatory— looking out into black space and stars. The veranda moves to the left, slowly, like a moving walkway. But, actually, it’s the display within the blackness that moves. And everything seems to be moving rightward at an equal rate.

 

Emerging from within the blackness in a grand elliptical arc from left to right, as if on a conveyor, scenes from the world pass before me. Tableaux, isolated in passing pockets, glowing in ethereal shades of pastel neon— blue, violet, indigo, purple, pink, yellow, less of green, orange, red—

 

Vacation scenes/ Tropical resorts/ Cruise ships on the waters or docked at a port/ Seaside villages/ European villas/ American 50s diners/ the American highway of the 50s/ the Southwest, New Mexico, Albuquerque, Arizona/ Route 66 in its heyday/ Americana, nostalgia, kitsch—

 

And the stars, how golden, how silver, like illuminated sparkling ornaments hanging in the blackness on invisible strings.

 

A metaphor for the universe, and the endless wonder we experience— the nostalgia for that we know not— if we are receptive.

 

That we experience as children, because we haven’t yet allowed our “understanding” to confound, to refute that which is right in front of us, all around us: the Mystery. That contemporary society, with its technology and constant hustle, has blinded us to.

 

As if I were standing in some remote place on the edge of the universe, at the end of time, looking at the nostalgic career of humanity, in the guise of a grand panorama, merely an elaborate set and props, pass before me.

 





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The Short Version

 

What follow are the posthumous writings of Eponymous Quatsch, a young man, stuck somewhere between madness and enlightenment, who died alone, familyless and friendless, by suicide, while living in a homeless shelter near Boston, MA. I only knew him in the last months of his life, and was probably the closest thing he had to a friend.

 

The writings are culled from a long supposedly cohesive philosophical tome he completed shortly before his death, titled A Survey of America Within Myself (or The Investigation), and comprised of three main sections. The first section, An Investigation Into Social Class, is a rough exploratory sketch, ending mid-sentence. The second, Exile From Nowhere, is split up further into three sub-sections: A Reckoning, An Interlude, and The Limitations. The first of these questions how ‘the visionary’— the sincere artist or thinker— might hope to ‘pursue their vision’ within the particular constraints of contemporary American society. The second is perhaps the strangest of all the writings, focusing on a fictional tribe who experience existence in an eternal present. The third, The Limitations, is by far the longest, and contains the most polished and realized pieces, culminating in a tour-de-force essay titled Relativism, the Absolute, Self-Realization, and Happiness in America (or Closer to the Path). The last section is a collection of thoughts and aphorisms compiled throughout the writing process. 

 

Some of the writings are too rough, erratic, one-sided, and fragmentary for publication. Others, however unbalanced, are poignant in their uncanny reflections of contemporary society. A few come as close to describing Awareness as any I’ve read. He entrusted the manuscript to me several days before his death; I will be publishing portions at my discretion. Please make of them what you will.

 


The Whole Version
 

TBD 





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As a writer, I tend to read a lot. The following is a list of my all-time favorite books,

in no particular order:

 

 

An Inquiry Into the Origin of Hens – Lao Tse

 

When the War Was Good – E. Hemingway

 

Hypochondriacs Live Longer – David Sedaris

 

Finnegan’s Wake and Bake – James Jones

 

Rich and Strange: The Biography of Howard Hughes – Anonymous

 

The Candy Licker – Schler Muhammed Rasool

 

The Candy Licker’s Daughter – Schler Muhammed Rasool

 

The Candy Licker’s Time Traveling Wife – Schler Muhammed Rasool

 

The Candy Licker’s Da Vinci Code… ‘In Bed’ – Schler Muhammed Rasool

 

Turning the Mind into an Alley – L. Rinpoche

 

Flaunt Your Buddhism, Girl!: A Girl’s Guide to Being a Single Buddhist in the Big City
SJ Parker

 

Sexual Aberrations of the Criminal Female – Marnie Connery, Ph.D

 

Iraq: What the Hell is Happening? – Cornell West

 

Iraq: What the Hell Happened? – Cornell West

 

My Caucasian – Andre Dubus III

 

Nothing’s Illuminated, Bitch – Harold Bloom

 

The Fifty Best of Everything Ever and Why: From Aardvark to Dyspepsia – Harold Bloom

 

Priapism Among the Haystacks – TS Lawrence

 

The Complete Geological Surveys of Andrei Tarkovsky 1952 –58 (Schocken Classics Series)

 

How Much Protein Does a Man Need? – Leo Tolstoy

 

How Not to Look Fat – Danica Lo

 

Who’s Your Fishmonger? – Niles Crane

 

Little Dieter Don’t Diet – Gunter Grass

 

Billary Slams Obamanation on the Obanomy & Other Flip–flops – JT Plouffe

 

You CAN Take It With You: I Took My Money Beyond the Grave and So Can You – Trask Carnegie

 

My Itamae: A Story of A Boy & His Imaginary Sushi Chef – Ozu Murakami

 

My Life As Art – Andy Warhol

 

My Life As Art – Art Garfunkel

 

My Life in Art – Paul Simon

 

Good at Life: The Story of Barack Obama – Charlie Kaufmann

 

Indestructible Teeth: The Living Spirituality of Orthodontist Richard Shenkman

Richard Shenkman, DMD

 

The Auras of Seals – JZ Coetzee

 

Cheese is the New Meat – Baron von Vanderkrass

 

“Hi baby girl. You are a precious treasure!” – Sunflower Concepcion

 

Electric Renaissance (In My Pants) – Medici Da Vinci

 

The Land Surveys of Henry David Thoreau 1851 –62 (Unabridged version, 2400 pp): Schocken Classics Series

 

Reading the Script: the Collected Prescriptions of William Carlos Williams, Organized by Drug Name (Schlocken Klassics, 4500 pp) – Professor Philip Windfcuker [submitted by M. Shadwell]

 

Suffocation – Knut Hamsun

 

The Hills of Tora Bora – Ernest Hemingway

 

Deep Shit: Philosophy and the Art of Sanitation – Charles Friedrich Pirsig

 

War and the Metamorphosis of the Idiot – Franz Tolstoevsky

 

The Tough Tears Series: Cry Tough, Sob Tough, Weep Tough, Wail Tough

 

For Colored Girls/ When they go over the rainbow/ and get the blues – by Yolo (author of The Vagina Decalogues, House of Freedom, &  O Cry, O Solitude!)

 

For Colored Girls/ When the Rainbow is More than Enuff/ But they Can’t Figure Out How to eat Flan – Yolo

 

The Bedbugs of Shannara – Terrence Gilliam

 

The Uneditable – Samuel Beckett

 

The Coconut Shuckers – Jeb Steinbeck

 

The 101 Best Recipes For Preparing Bedbugs – Shel Rombauer & Bob Dylan (aka, Jack Frost) 

 

Krapp’s First Tape – Samuel Beckett

 

Cooking Without Looking: Harnessing the Power of the Force to Prepare the Finest Culinary Delights – Leia Childs

 

The Best American Poetry of 2011 (or, Some of the Worst Poetry of All Time) – eds. Philip Windfcuker & Rebecca Socialclimer

 

No Entrance: Race Relations in 1960s Mississippi – John Paul Sartre

 

The Analytics – Google

 

Man’s Search for Herring – Wheelis Frankl

 

America’s 50 Best States – Roscoe Wilderness

 

Chinchillas in the Mist – Everett Goodall

 

History— Whose Fault Is It? (Yahweh Press) – Jason Bentsman

 

The Collected Texts, SMS Messages, and Tweets of Alexander Pushkin  

 

French Grammar The Hard Way – Language Learning for Sadomasochists Series (Boot to the Groin Press)

 

Are Snakes Necessary? – Bismark von Preminger

 

That Side of Paradise – Francis Fitzcarraldo

 

Love in the Time of BLAH – Gabrielle Garcia Copeland

 

The Wisdom of the East (of Harlem) – Flyguy Slade

 

The Divided MILF – JT Lancaster, Sex Therapist

 

Humid, All Too Humid – Allen Nietzsche

 

The James Brown Bible (JBB) (Def Jam Publishing)
The definitive translation of the Christian Bible as told by the Godfather of Soul

 

Treating Feline Psychogenic Alopecia (FPA) – Sheldon Alverschwartz, PCP

 

The Complete Dungeons & Dragons Compendium To Spirituality – Ken Wilber

 

Healing at the Edge of Calm – Himhart Holibrook

 

No Alain Delon: The Life of Jason Bentsman (Scribners)
Biography explaining how I’m inferior to Alain Delon in virtually every way. (IE: ‘JB was born in Minsk, Belarus. Of course, at that time, and still today, Minsk is a backwater compared to Lyon, the vibrant, bustling, and cultural mecca that gave birth to Alain Delon— thespian, artist, philosopher, lover, humanitarian extraordinaire.’)

 

When To Start Twerking: A Primer – Milarepa Cyrus

 

Dealing With Excitable Pigs – Grandor Amberson

 

The Way of All Floozies – Depardieu Butler

 

What Plants Talk About When They Talk About Running – Flystrap Harukami

 

The Way We Are: Poems April 3, 2003 – April 4, 2003 (3rd Edition)

 

Meditation for Sleazy People – Guruji Michael Powers

 

Life With Limits: How To Be Given Every Advantage and Still Fail Miserably – Charles Cameron Baliol, Esq.

 

Nietzsche’s Mustache: An Autobiography – Nietzsche’s Mustache

 

Mariposa: The Pink Butterfly (Take Me To Paradise) – Anonymous

 

Parks Without Bathrooms – Hemingway Chaplin

 

On Becoming A Pervert – Carl Dodgers

 

The 4 Agreements To The 8 Secrets To The 12 Easy Steps To The Art Of Becoming Enlightened, Rich, Free Of Suffering, and Not Giving A Fuck: And So Can You! – Wendigo Weimaraner

 

Before The Law, But After Breakfast Please! – Franzy Sans


The Pain, the Slog, and the Boredom: Five Decades at the Gym – William Faulkner

 

Success Magic – The Prosperity Secret to Win with Magical Spiritual Power: How to Grow Rich, Influence People, Protect Your Mindset & Love Yourself Like a Warrior using Timeless Abundance Secrets — George Wentz & Magus Incognito [this is an actual book]

 

Pilot Scenario Analysis Exercise on Climate Related Risks Based on Common Scenarios – Valeksandra Artelskaya

 

The suprachiasmatic nucleus drives day-night variations in postprandial triglyceride uptake into skeletal muscle and brown adipose tissue – Plato

 

 

 

 

And here are some of my favorite movies…

 

From the Producers of Girls Gone Wild: Food Gone Bad

 

Flipper & Lassie: Tag-team Madness

 

Harold and Kumar No More Go A Roving

 

Diarrhea of a Country Priest – Robert Bresson

 

The Troi Colors Trilogy – Kieslowski Kandinsky

I Am Bi-curious, Yellow

I Am Horny, Rouge

I Am Very Hungover, Don’t Talk To Me, Puce

 

Children of the Opposite Sex – Marcel Ophuls

 

Days of Indigestion – Kar Wong Wei

 

Chinchillas in the Mist (documentary based on the bestselling book by Everett Goodall)

 

Last Tango in Boise, Idaho – Wayne Berlescucci

 

The Leaves Have Ears – Fairbanks Sirk

 

Whose Pants Are These? (documentary) – Errol Apted

 

The Red Fire Hydrant (documentary) – Errol Apted

 

Leonard Cohen: The Non–existent Years
Documentary chronicling the life of Leonard Cohen from the late Middle Ages through the early Renaissance in Western Europe

 

Deuce Bigalow: Ontological Gigolo

 

Stalker Nostalgia – Andrey Jerkovsky

 

 

 

 

And, for good measure, several of my very favorite songs…

 

Don’t Bogart the Pussy – Tone-Déf

 

I Want to Put My Penis Inside Your Vagina, Woman – Martin Ricky

 

Wholesome Romance – Lady GooGoo

 

You Look Just Like My Anima, Baby – Young Adler

 

I Kissed My Grandma (And I Liked It) – aka, Taste of Geriatric – Katy Perry

 

Slather It – the new hit single from Devo

 

Anal Surprise – Miles Davis

 

My Fin-De-Siècle Mama – Buddy Robespierre

 

Menstruation Vacation – Kraftwerk

 

In A Horizontal Way – Davis Coltrane

 

You Gotta Smoke Somethin’ – Bob Dyland

 

The Best of the Best of the Best of Berlin (aka, Take My Breath Away / Metro)

 

I Shat My Pants (And I Liked It) – Katy Perry

 

Shat My Pants Again – Katy Perry

 

Shat – Rent Treznor

 

Carefully Planned And Executed Whisper – Michael George

 

Bust A Third Movement – Yo Yo Yo Ma

 

 

 





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