I got nothing

So I am turning off paid subs for a few months. It’s Spring!

I’m trying to put out two books, a book version of the diary, covering about three years, about 70,000 words, and a book of poems, containing about sixty poems, I suppose also covering about three years. If you’re interested in “reading with the pressure of having to review,” let me know [philip.traylen@gmail.com], I shall send you a review copy, specify diary / poems / both (!), I can try to make it an epub if that’s better, don’t distribute it plzz, I am hoping to make enough money to buy an entire loaf of bread

Also, for the diary, if you give me $80 you can put anything you want inside it, e.g., recipe for date-oat-raisin flapjacks, tinder profile, poem, description of lost animal, plan for the evening, some chair you need to sell (or a description of some chair you would very much like someone to give you), personal attack on someone you don’t, or do, like, visions of Drew Barrymore (et al.), CV, descriptions of services you are willing to provide for some fee, editorial / secretarial / legal, personal advert listing your (doubtless manifold) skills, landscape gardening portfolio (concept-based, I don’t think images can be included, but isn’t that even better, same goes for the chair¹), map of buried object (fake or real or “between”), or I don’t know, maybe just a little general comment about something, maybe there’s a local “shrimp restaurant” which you think people should go to, if you have no money and/or believe this idea is “evil,” I don’t know, fee negotiable, on proof of (intergenerational) poverty, Scottish ancestry, other forms of desperation, joy, sadness, “Hegel take,” etc.

I mean, it will be included in the book, and read by x people, if you donate $80 and then send something “obviously illegal,” I guess I will probably not include it but will endeavour to return your $80 to you by mail or whatever other means is available at the time

What they’re saying: a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to participate in a new and “unforgiveably desperate” mode of literary production, to be doula to the demolition not only of all gatekeepers but of all possible gates, it’s not even a door, it’s just a hole in the side of someone else’s house

https://buymeacoffee.com/philiptraylen / philip.traylen@gmail.com

1. Plato