Kevin Lichty
@kclichty.bsky.social
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Writing instructor, author of THE CIRCLE THAT FITS (Driftwood Press 2022)…occasional runner.
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The savagery as these two associatiative memories merge!

From Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson
She remembered the old man showing her how you kill a catfish. Catfish had a hole in its skull, covered with skin; you take something stiff and skinny, a wire, even a broomstraw did it, and you just slip it in…

She remembered Cleveland, ordinary mind of day before it was time to get working, sitting up in Lanette’s, looking at a magazine.  Found this picture of Angie laughing in a restaurant with some other people, everybody pretty but bey me that it was like they had this glow, not really in the photograph but it was there anyway, something you could feel. Look, she said to Lanette, showing her the picture, they got this glow. 

It’s called money, Lanette said. 

It’s call money. You just slip it in.
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“The imagination is revolutionary or it is nothing at all.”
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I loved this book. Everyone should read!
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EVIDENCE OF V by Sheila O'Connor is the current One Book | One Minnesota selection, which gives free access to the e-book to all Minnesotans as part of a statewide book club! Sheila is giving an author talk as part of the program and that is open to everyone. Register: thefriends.org/minnesota-ce...
One Book One Minnesota - The Friends of the Saint Paul Public Library
One Book | One Minnesota is a statewide book club that invites Minnesotans of all ages to read a common title and come together virtually to enjoy, reflect,
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Dead Like Me? We were just beginning to understand Mandy Patinkin’s life before he died when they canceled the show.
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From a Denis Johnson email (transcribed from the New Yorker Fiction Podcast)
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“The mind can only poke at a text a little bit, further poking breaks the surface tension and then the mind is just poking at the ripples…when the mind/text relation gets ripply I experience a corresponding disturbance to my instrument, my writing soul, that I have learned to treat as dangerous”
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No one will make a lot of money in the process. But it's fair and feels less extractive than more corporate models. Authors need to abandon the linear thinking of being "promoted" to big 5--do your big books with big publishers and give their weird, less sellable stuff to smaller places.
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A massive thank you to @samsanders.bsky.social for giving me a new obsession, which is the first song (Big Mike’s) on this video of Dijon’s Absolutely album youtu.be/FEkOYs6aWIg?...
Dijon - Absolutely (Film)
YouTube video by Dijon
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There’s also only one museum in the Smithsonian system dedicated to that story…I’m not sure what they’re going to find at the Air and Space museum or the National Zoo that’s ideologically odious (maybe the Amazon exhibit is too woke?) The Hope Diamond at natural history too colonialist?
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Big news for authors with out-of-print prose books looking for a new home:

We're opening up submissions to our Lost/Found imprint on 9/3! We were so happy to rehome Brooke Shaffner's COUNTRY OF UNDER last year + now we're ready to rehome more.

Full details forthcoming, but the pertinent ones are:
Lost/Found Submissions! Looking to home your out-of-print book? Try us at Lost/Found, a new imprint at Split/Lip Press. Rolling submissions begin on 9/3!
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The Skin I Live In (2011) Antonio Banderas. Saw this randomly at a $1 second run theater with a bunch of elderly people on a Thursday matinee, which only made the experience better.
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Danger zone III: 113 outside. Your chest in perpetual state of near cardiac emergency. A dog runs at you from across the street and you actually pause and calculate what would be worse—to get bitten or to run—before you run.
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Danger zone II: 110 outside, you walk into shade and blurt out loud “that is fucking amazing”
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Yes. One, as a teacher you can watch the illness not only roll through your class but the entire school; two, watching a kid too sick to pay attention or learn or even keep their head up is both heartbreaking and pointless. Also, no one wants to be around a kid pouring snot out of their nose.
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Reagan worship for some, anti-establishment/anti-sellout for others (Dems are pro-institutionalist and seen as sellouts to the establishment for a lot of people).
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When I went back to grad school in 2014 they made me get a booster because they added a shot to the sequence since I had gotten mine. I am in my late 40s FYI.
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Arguing online is such a waste of time. Every time I allow myself to go there I regret it. I just want to mostly learn about writing and writers and small presses and work I wouldn’t otherwise know about.
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You know you are in the danger zone when it’s 113 outside and a hot wind blows and your body thinks “oh, that’s a nice spring breeze!”
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It’s an English professor interviewing undergrads on their use of AI and trying to figure out how to rethink the writing classroom. It’s actually both scary and thoughtful. The headline, as usual, sucks.
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The character you are talking about is played by Gary Oldman. It is totally worth it.
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I have three and can confirm you will have way more burnout from raising kids than ever going to work. Going to work is like a vacation compared to keeping a single toddler alive.
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Maybe It? We would pass the book around and read it out loud to each other in the basement of our house (We had no TV or telephone at the time). All of us eventually snuck the book and read ahead.
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I have a fondness for Sunshine, even with the weird slasher turn at the end.
A man stands in front of a projection of the Sun, the room, sparsely decorated, is awash in a warm glow.