Monday, July 27, 2015

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs



                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right




                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:



And 

pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Advertising on Beach Sloth



                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:

                pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com

                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

#Urananimal by Nicholas Spence



                #Urananimal demands to be read aloud. Flow moves the piece forward. The reader must surrender themselves to the currents held within every forward slash. Attempts to find patterns are greatly rewarded. Variations on the language give the book a timeless quality. Within the giant rivers of text there are ways to discover the true meaning of these many words. Nicholas Spence opts for extreme speed with his collection. Yet underneath the currents are commonalities that manage to bind the entire piece together.  

                Themes about death, America, and poetry abound throughout the collection. Many times the death is quite literal. Nicholas Spence mentions death or alludes to it multiple times. Repetition of these musings help to give the giant blocks of text a level of consistency. America gets a number of mentions. From the “sun glass wear community college” to references to Tennessee and Dan Rather (some of the few proper nouns to be found in the collection) Nicholas Spence rushes forth with an inordinate amount of energy. 

                Poetry tries to bring the thing together. The few uses of repetition try to mimic a natural rhythm and stand out for their unusual placement. Nearly all of the collection refuses to re-use the same lines. A few moments the poetry rhymes yet these are extremely rare moments. The rhymed poetry does work well when said aloud for it shows off flair. Whenever these rhymed sections appear they reinforce the notion that #Urananimal ought to be spoken and not read. 

                #Urananimal gains enormous power when spoken aloud. Every block of text is perfectly broken up by the forward slash. This usage is important. By letting the forward slashes serve as a pause it gives off the impression that the language is speaking rather than simply being written. With this level of engagement the work has the requirement of needing to be read aloud. 

                Aspects of the poem work with and against the idea of technology. Over the course of the piece there are allusions to the Internet and its ecosystem. The original birthplace of these poems was from a Twitter account of Nicholas Spence’s creation. Even the hashtag in #Urananimal’s title indicates a certain fondness for the medium. It certainly helps that these are tweet-length sections. Yet the entire thing once pieced together becomes something much larger. #Urananimal is an epic poem collection for and by the Internet. If the Dadaists were still around they would be proud to claim #Urananimal as one of their own.  

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Dirty Beaches – Stateless



                Dirty Beaches is consistently good, one of those nice groups that always puts in the effort. From such depths and murk come the hallowed tones of Dirty Beaches. With Stateless the newest addition into the Dirty Beaches discography there is a focus on instrumental. Alex Zhang Hungtai’s voice will be sorely missed on the newest record. A large part of Dirty Beaches comes from the voice however muffled it might be. His delivery is smooth cool stuff that matches perfectly with the grimy atmospheres he creates as he begins to reveal the beauty between them. 

                Stateless honestly might work best as an instrumental album. Judging from a teaser trailer it appears to be a relatively subdued affair. Kept pristine clean it is a bit different from his other work yet within that same vein. He keeps the arrangements pretty damn engaging which is good as he explores new sounds and textures. Almost classical in tone with this one it is in sync with many other Dirty Beaches songs, the quiet ones after the driving rhythms have simply run their course leaving behind the empty wilderness. 

                Can music even have a state? Dirty Beaches explores a lot of the world’s sound while remaining above it all to a large degree. Elements of Suicide’s cool sound definitely are a key influence and factor in a lot of the Dirty Beaches sound, but are their others? Is it something greater than the sum of its influences? For now that seems to be the case, and with Stateless, maybe Dirty Beaches can finally go beyond the aural world he’s created for himself. Perhaps with the new Dirty Beaches album Dirty Beaches can finally clean up those beaches.

I HATE VOLLEYBALL (2014) by Steve Roggenbuck



                Steve Roggenbuck does not advise people to go on dates he suggests they eat dates. What a twisted mother that Steve Roggenbuck. Turns out dates are a food that is delicious and nutritious. If you are eating dates you are doing great (s). Aw yeah the dates lifestyle is a good one. Unlike pomegranates, who have stolen various vital organs of mine, dates are sweet tender food that enjoys being consumed for they live to die. Most foods typically enjoy being consumed by human beings, plants especially since plants are all about that procreation. How that works typically is a plant gets eaten, consumed, defecated and then has its seed grow up elsewhere. Since the plant was worried about the quality of schools nearby this helps the plant out a whole bunch. 

                 Out of seemingly somewhere Steve Roggenbuck warns the viewer about seeing him on his nice side. This is true. When Steve Roggenbuck gets nice it is extraordinary. One time whilst Steve Roggenbuck and I were driving across the fine Russian countryside he noticed a family of ducks in trouble. Steve Roggenbuck begged of me to pull the car over. I told him we’d be late for the reading in Smolensk. Steve Roggenbuck said “Damn Smolensk sloth, there’s baby ducks in trouble!” Together Steve Roggenbuck and I saved over 800 members of that duck family. That was back in 2012 when Alt Lit went international. To this day we each receive a crappy e-card from that duck family. One of the ducks is currently attending SUNY Albany and is majoring in art history. 

                Art is Steve Roggenbuck’s life. He is always trying to improve his art. If Steve Roggenbuck could light his own piss on fire he would be the world’s greatest living artist. Determining how to light one’s piss on fire is not an easy decision. Once somebody lights their own piss on fire there is no turning back. They have to live with that piss-fire-lighting decision for their entire lives. Hopefully if Steve Roggenbuck goes down the piss-fire-lighting road his road will not be dark, but rather illuminated by the glow of his flaming piss. 

                The shout out to lawns feels appropriate after such soul-searching brought on by the need, no want, to set his piss on fire. Lawns of America are beautiful green things. Back in the olden day people did not have lawns but rather piles of dirt they’d sweep to the front of their house. On weekends home owners would compare the piles of dirt to determine who won. Losers of the dirt pile contest found their homes pelted with smelly farts. People would simply fart into their hands, grab that smell tight, and throw it. America in the 1950s was pretty dismal but fortunately the rest of the world was way worse so the competition was pretty low. 

                America needs to get ready for Steve Roggenbuck because he is ready for love and that means one thing: a virtual hug.