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LAKE GUT

The first time I read Tim O’ Donnell’s Lake Gut, I turned my head to the side, made a serious bleugh sound, pretended to throw up and said things like ‘dude,’ ‘gnarly,’ and ‘gross’. It was awesome.

In spirit, Lake Gut is what happens when you take two quintessential features of puberty–eating gross things in front of people for money + sex–and make some kind of hideous literary sandwich. There’s no summarizing it. Not only does saying anything about it give something away–and there are so many things to give away–but Tim’s prose is filled with a rich and quiet poetics that synopsis simply doesn’t do justice. As Chuck, uhm, ‘consummates’ with Holly, for example,

He grunted, froze, let a warm wisp in Holly’s ear.

“Awesome,” he gurgled.

Almost unnoticed, it’s these kind of descriptions–these transformations almost, this vision–that take something merely textual and turns it into real world. And for better or for worse, Tim’s world is framed with awkwardness, confusion, misinformation, undue influence from pornography, and vomit. God help us if it rings true.

To read the first few pages of Tim O’Donnell’s Lake Gut, click here.

To order Four Chambers 01, click here.

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“SINGLE DASHED FOR PASSING, WE TOOK PISSES…”

In the first of our forthcoming efforts to less shamefully promote Four Chambers 01 (Dec 2013), we are proud to release “single dashed for passing, we took pisses…” by Matthew Bisenius. Not only was Matt kind enough to explain certain deeply buried references to erstwhile jazz musicians we never would have gotten, he also provided a picture of the road wherein it took place and an audio version of the poem (with guitar) to boot.

Bleak, stark, a New England Gothic, “single dashed for passing, we took pisses” brought back every petty, pointless act of vandalism we ever committed as pre- and post-pubescents growing up in relatively quiet, isolated areas. We always felt such longing, so separate, so excluded from things. The wind was always cold. We were always missing. Even identifying with nature  only made us more alienated. Boys are drawn to setting fires the way moths are drawn to flames. We, too, were ultimately disappointed.

To read “single dashed for passing, we took pisses…” by Matthew Bisenius, click here.

To order Four Chambers 01, click here.