tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104637642011-06-08T02:44:05.023-04:00is not above machismoWilliam WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-81827801141959362972008-03-05T17:19:00.003-05:002008-03-05T17:20:36.981-05:00

Matt's writing endeavors have long taken him away from this blog . . . please direct thyself herestrikingout-story.blogspot.comfor his latest, a comedic novella that is sure to tickle thy fancy.

gettingdiscoveredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780702566521285409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1154025007223988792006-07-27T14:29:00.000-04:002006-07-27T14:30:07.236-04:00

I'm blogging semi-regularly over at thespacebase.blogspot.com. Sometimes it'll be stuff that's up for revision, usually it's just crap.

Matthew TRISLERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1140574801766417532006-02-21T21:18:00.000-05:002006-02-21T21:20:01.780-05:00

Here's something I'm working on for my fiction class. It's not finished, and I haven't done a word count, so it probably exceeds our stated limit, but here's part of "The Bridge":I watched this place change. I remember the rollerskating rink making way for that burger joint making way for the bigtime burger joint making way for the drugstore. Know that graffiti on the train bridge by the park?

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1137877270223840092006-01-21T15:59:00.000-05:002006-01-21T16:01:10.236-05:00

The Piggy BankHe considers what a dull and terribly common name John is as he wakes. Long blades of light cut across the studio floor to stab his eyes. He rises slowly, but shakes the bed anyway. A full pack lies securely on the nightstand while a single, long-extinguished cigarette tumbles out of an ash tray. John puts one foot down, carefully avoiding a supine ukulele at his

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The Theory of KnowledgeFly, flyCaress the moonMake it a hat trickCurry your flavorWave the oceanAiring whitesImbibesilken rose-petalsArise, mastFrustrate blockadesColossus of NightProstrateyour violinBespeak that noteFor elevationFive counters of passionSuffice itYour turnSink, sinkKnees to AtlantistheIncense stale.Spear for tongueandSalt avalanchesIce, a bitter coatTales of selfEchoes of racket

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As much as I appreciate Art Bell, and what he started with Coast to Coast AM, he is to blame for much of my increased sleeplessness. And so, it is with sympathy, but little remorse, that I relate the following, from coasttocoastam.com:In Memoriam:Ramona BellArt Bell's beloved wife of fifteen years, Ramona, died unexpectedly last night after an asthma attack. At present, the exact cause of Mrs.

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1136505527233188202006-01-05T18:58:00.000-05:002006-01-05T18:58:47.253-05:00

"He's such a jerk. He made her cry for no reason.""Why?"

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1131478752807456142005-11-08T14:37:00.000-05:002005-11-08T14:39:19.016-05:00

My writing has been featured in McSweeney's, and my music has made it off MySpace.A couple nice guys from Dayton, playing under the name "Murmur" have started a podcast called "The Orange Apple Podcast."I'm featured in their first episode.it's here:http://theorangeapple.net/blog/

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1131373090438848382005-11-07T09:17:00.000-05:002005-11-07T09:18:10.453-05:00

McSweeney's, apparently, has finally seen fit to run the lousiest, most middling piece of writing I've ever turned out.it's here:http://mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/4WilliamWolfe.html

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1131200887431287132005-11-05T09:05:00.000-05:002005-11-05T09:28:07.443-05:00

Confidenceby Matt BloomIn a flash you have reminded meOf all the things I’m notMy confidence, my confidenceMy confidence is shotI line up all my ducks at lastFor you to shoot them downI build my castle out of sandSo in your waves it drownsI pave my way by withered handBut you can only frownI’m high atop this wooden mastTo you it’s only rotMy confidence, my confidenceMy confidence is

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eighteen shop windowsEighteen sharp knocks later, and I'm in the room.Eighteen sharp blows to the head, and I'm on the ground.Eighteen sharp months later, and I'm back again.I come aroundI cycle backI am eighteen selves reflected eighteen times in eighteen shop windowsI cycle backEighteen sharp knocks later, and I'm let in.Eighteen sharp blows to the gut, and I'm clenching.Eighteen sharp months

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1130630513212531102005-10-29T19:01:00.000-05:002005-10-29T19:01:53.230-05:00

Five Inane Statements1.All I need to dois pray for them—I can hate them—I don't have to like these peopleto show them Christ's love.2.We went for burgers—two o' fucking clock!Ridiculous!No one should ever haveto eat dinner that late.3.I knew it was you—I saw that cap, I said"holy crap! I know that cap!"That's not really trueI said "holy shit!"4.It was sothe best dayof my life.I mean, sweet jeans!

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1130615220738962022005-10-29T14:38:00.000-05:002005-10-30T14:16:37.570-05:00

So yeah, last week I was a loser and forgot to post. Sorry 'bout that. 6 days later, here's my contribution. Basic explanation is as follows. I'm trying to gather my thoughts for a film project I've been brainstorming for since September. It's very "Coffee and Cigarettes" in that its a collection of many short vignettes whose relationship to one another is by mood and theme, not by plot.

S. Scott Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13010537250761693246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1130477412525943952005-10-28T00:30:00.000-05:002005-10-28T00:30:12.550-05:00

I'd love to have a nomination withdrawl party... I can't in my apartment, and it's Halloween anyway.I'm just glad the constitution is safe. For now.bahm bum baaaaaaah!

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1130375895255565092005-10-26T20:15:00.000-05:002005-10-26T20:18:15.273-05:00

I'm going to post this today, and if all goes as planned, I'll have a revised version up by Saturday.also, maybe some prose, but I don't feel much like it.Five Inane Statements1.I don't have to like these peopleto show them Christ's love.I can hate the very guts out of themand pray for them and that's all I need to do. 2.Two o' fucking clock!That is ridiculous!No one should ever haveto eat dinner

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1130264612090282502005-10-25T13:11:00.000-05:002005-10-25T13:23:32.103-05:00

Hey pal. C'mon . . .

gettingdiscoveredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780702566521285409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1129763979631042102005-10-19T18:13:00.000-05:002005-10-19T18:19:39.640-05:00

Friends,I had previously forgotten how to sign on to this blog. Well, Friends, I'm here to tell you something: I figured it out.Do you HEAR me!?!!?I'm back, baby.That's right, it's on, now. Check out The Visitor. It's mine. NOT William's Wolfe's, as it might appear without proper investigation. Yeah, mine. Yeah, EFF yeah. And you're gonna see a lot more of me, Friends. You'll see.

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Actually by Matt, only posted by WilliamShe walked to and fro in the hall. She went from one to another asking the same question, only with different words. The words were shaded in fear – fear of the room she would not enter, though she had been inside all the others that day. She knew no one could answer her, not really. She knew no one could take her fear away, not really. All the patients

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1129331372746406792005-10-14T18:09:00.000-05:002005-10-14T18:09:32.780-05:00

you know it's your week, right, guy?

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128727980403036562005-10-07T18:17:00.000-05:002005-10-07T18:33:00.413-05:00

Here's about half of a character sketch I wrote this summer.-----I have just taken a seat on the coffee table, in front of the huge leather recliner he always satin when we had these conversations, and in between cigarettes, he says, "I’ve been reading a lot about eugenics." Anticipating what's coming, I swallow hard. "It’s this theory, based on the fact that certain members of a certain race

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128582293210328362005-10-06T02:04:00.000-05:002005-10-06T02:04:53.243-05:00

Hand it to the 'fair and balanced' people...I mostly enjoy the headline:Python Tries to Eat Alligator, ExplodesEnjoy pictures, too.

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128473412844561012005-10-04T19:48:00.000-05:002005-10-04T19:58:43.946-05:00

For the love of all that is good and pure, I've got to stop writing about girls.here's "unmating." Maybe something longer later.--Unmating--She is a housecat.the way she sitson her sidebasking in sunlight from the windowwatching intently witheyefire rage focusedlooking-glassed in at me.She is one of the big cats.The way she sitsopposite meher broken stereo, the mouse between usbreaking further

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128287291676149902005-10-02T16:08:00.000-05:002005-10-02T16:08:11.696-05:00

Yes, it seems quite odd that something this irregular by nature would begin to have a schedule, but here's our plan. Each week has a featured writer, posting at least one 500-word (max) piece. the other two of us may post 150-word pieces whenever we feel the need, but will be shorter in deference to the featured writer.The cycle, as it will play out goes:William WolfeMatt BloomS. Scott

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128096177024440492005-09-30T10:59:00.000-05:002005-09-30T11:02:57.033-05:00

Yes, the title is question-begging: can something holy be damned by the Deity?No matter.I am, much to my suprise, a soon-to-be-published writer.McSweeney's actually accepted one of my lists. This completely destroys my theory of McSweeney's list publication ("They don't unless they've published you before").I'll post the URL when it's actually published.

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1128041127308734652005-09-29T19:44:00.000-05:002005-09-29T19:45:27.313-05:00

She used the first-person plural: "we."How should I be?

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1127748950891681512005-09-26T10:35:00.000-05:002005-09-26T10:38:39.250-05:00

Because blogs are for politics, apparently:There was a story on Morning Edition today about the Dover School District in Pennsylvania and their fight over Intelligent Design in science class.I say the ACLU should win, but it's not a shoe-in anymore, and that kind of scares me. It's not that I'm totally against religion in school; the first amendment provides room for expression of religion, not

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1127633333549645492005-09-25T02:26:00.000-05:002005-09-25T02:28:53.550-05:00

Back in green, now at blogspot, and considering accepting submissions.All of this may change yet again, but I'm sticking with this for now, 'cause it's friggin' easy.I'll post some recent wrtings maybe this week.

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1114802431582208992005-04-29T14:12:00.000-05:002005-04-29T14:20:31.583-05:00

dot dot dotdue to necessary digital spring cleaning, some stuff re: this page may be going haywire/may be 404'd. knowing a good deal more about webpages and ftp applications than I did when I started this thing (not to mention when I got paid to know this shit, problems should be minimal to nil.not that any of us would know the difference; it's not like we ever use this anyway.I also forgot to do

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1112817030721221792005-04-06T14:33:00.000-05:002005-04-06T14:54:41.516-05:00

The literary dish you are about to consume is a juicy, delicious morsel loaded with fatty confession and smothered with a delectable, defiant cream sauce.Details: We first take a slab of Matt and place him on an oiled grill, heated to 451 degrees farenheit, at which point he will spontaneously combust into a conflagration of boredom. Here we flip him, just once, until his ass is pointed directly

gettingdiscoveredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780702566521285409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1112158765258175682005-03-29T23:57:00.000-05:002005-04-04T00:44:12.116-05:00

These'll be up and down and switched around and multiplied and reduced, but yeah...some songs by me are here.----------Note: as of 12:43 AM, Monday, 4 April 2005, I realized the above link doesn't work. so copy and paste this for goodness:mbtrisler.iweb.bsu.edu/mp3.html

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1110936119575166792005-03-15T20:20:00.000-05:002005-03-15T20:21:59.576-05:00

||||||||||||||||Fervent in opposition to all that seems futile in retrospect, I have devised great plans designed to assist me in one purpose: I propose to construct a time machine.||||||||||||||||

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1110904918869100062005-03-15T11:41:00.000-05:002005-03-15T11:41:58.870-05:00

okay... new monthly 'feature.' or something. I don't know... seems to not be so much a 'feature' unless you have to pay for it. Anyway, I'm gonna write fake news/columns/whatever. fictional blog or something such. Why? Dunno. Free country. Shut up.DAILY WALK NEARLY KILLS STUDENTby Davis T. WalkerDespatch staff writer(HELLO) The morning walk for Alfred Madison, 20, a sophomore at the University

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1109700093776704842005-03-01T12:56:00.000-05:002005-03-01T13:04:51.350-05:00

okay... little piece I wrote about the NPR debacle of last week, with a bonus: a link to the page with the show.UntitledWritten at the instigation of Erin Gabrielson, on the occasion of our bi-annual email conversation.Last Thursday, I got it into my head to drive to Ohio. Just the state line, not, you know, Cleveland or anything. for the record, it takes about an hour and 15 minutes from Muncie,

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1109200568754185162005-02-23T17:29:00.000-05:002005-02-23T18:16:08.756-05:00

. . . and I don't need the pillows fluffed again. She's a good girl, but doesn't she realize I don't give a damn about the pillows? So many drugs. You could probably snap my head off and I wouldn't tell the difference for you. Sure, the pain's there but so far from my thoughts now, like I dumped it on the floor.I can't move. I don't want to lift my head anyway. It's swelling, all those

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I'm not clear on whether the name of the poet or the poem is Gabriel Gudding, but either way I liked it. Thanks for sharing, Matthew. Kinda wish I could figure out how this thing is structured . . . wanted to just comment on the poem, but I couldn't because it itself seemed to be a comment on your abstract. Confusing. Reminds me a film I saw just last Halloween, "The Cube." In the film, a

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okay... I just finished the first draft, and I'm posting it 'cause that's what this is really for. Look in the comments for the poem; like with the Gabriel Gudding post, I don't want this to take up a ton of space on that main page. BACK STORY FOR THE POEM: I spent Saturday at home. Saturday night, my dad got trashed (when I made a Manhattan, he looked at me and said "wow, I used to drink that

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107380143152745632005-02-02T16:31:00.000-05:002005-02-02T16:35:43.153-05:00

alright, scott... so maybe I am more obscure than you, whatever that means, but I hadn't heard of Gabriel Gudding until last week, I swear. keep posting those flyers (I hope you're doing that) and I hope all of you can come to the MT Cup on monday to hear him read. Also, we read a couple of his poems in my songwriting class today, and I'll post a couple as comments to this blog. He's kinda weird

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107363988698717962005-02-02T13:06:00.000-05:002005-02-02T12:11:44.956-05:00

here ya go, scott... also, I'll soundtrack anything you want me to. matthew Microcinema Fest 2005: Official Call for Entries Attention low-to-no budget moviemakers! The Fifth Annual Microcinema Fest has released an official call for entries. Formally held in Rapid City, South Dakota, the big news this year is that the festival has moved to Palatine, Illinois, just outside of Chicago. A

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107274746026512732005-02-01T11:18:00.000-05:002005-02-01T11:19:06.026-05:00

Periodically, I'm going to change the way the blog looks, at least until I come across one that fits us best... so comment away, let me know what you think.

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107274631588333242005-02-01T11:04:00.000-05:002005-02-01T11:17:11.586-05:00

alright... so I WAS going to post a poem I wrote a couple weeks ago about this one time that I ate an orange, and it was the most erotic experience I've ever had... but I can't find it. sorry. I suppose I could run home and get it, and type it up, and post it, but I don't want to. I'll get it to you dudes tomorrow. after all, that's what this thing is for: postin' shit 'n talkin' shit 'bout

William WOLFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05349322890108321456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107220379610149002005-01-31T20:05:00.000-05:002005-10-23T16:37:47.110-05:00

So here I am, in the virtual Universe. Amazing. Feels good - like . . . soft butter. Yeah, soft butter in my soul. I like it. I want to eat it, but I can't . . . it's . . . virtual. Shwing, baby. Oh yeah. I think this thing's got potential, fellas. Potential with a capital "POT." Obviously, nothing posted as of yet has much value or worthwhilenessness, but certainly full of POT. One day the pizza

gettingdiscoveredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780702566521285409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107035358818716082005-01-29T16:45:00.000-05:002005-01-29T16:49:18.816-05:00

So I'm not too sure how the three of us (or whoever else wants to join in) are going to use this space. But for now, I'll simply fill you two in on how my Saturday has been. I woke up. I brushed my teeth. I watched "Jackie Brown" - definetly my least favorite Tarantino flick, but decent enough - and now I'm doing some reading for my New Testament Ethics class. Pretty interesting stuff. A guy

S. Scott Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13010537250761693246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1107034979580547982005-01-29T16:42:00.000-05:002005-01-29T16:42:59.580-05:00

I think it does. Neat.

S. Scott Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13010537250761693246noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10463764.post-1106934607826210962005-01-28T13:49:00.000-05:002005-01-28T12:50:07.826-05:00

so here's the start of our new thing. our new online community supplementing the original in-person community. welcome, guys.

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