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Not having any other matter I still want to thank you for your kindness in reading my letter and to tell you I would be very haughty to wear a t-shirt with an advertising of your radio station, or t-shirt of Vancouver, of course, if it in your hand to satisfy my it is he gets a page every month. Utopia is to be (not) found? Shit, man, is anybody supposed to understand that? And once I do decipher an idea of yours, I find I don't I desire you all the luck in the world. God ble: j and all Canadian people, care anymore, because it's already been said before, by Camus, or Tolstoy, or take yours truly, your pick; it was said in a tiny paragraph on the way to a much more powerful idea. If Felix Rojas you're going to talk about a concept as ineffable as faith, man, don't play word-games. Havana City, Cuba So I just want to say, once and for all, fuck you man. Fuck you, because in the last 7 months I've read you, you haven't said shit that anyone hasn't already talked about Dear Mr. Poulin at party or at a stoned busstop, except that you doll it up with words like "ancillary." Why, why why are you getting printed? Every month, I try to get through one of your And fuck you because you're getting published and I'm not. essays. But, despite an earnest belief in the use of intelligent discourse, I don't think Love, I've gotten through one. I come away disgusted each time, either by your arrogant, Andrew Turner pseudo-intellectual, brat tone of voice, by your incoherent and ambiguous language, or by the utterly pedestrian and recycled ideas that you are trying so hard to spout. I Thank you for the good advice. I quit. (K. Poulin} just don't have the strength. And what I want to know is, man, is anyone reading your stuff? Do people actually enjoy watching you masturbate all over the page? I can't imagine it. Or maybe this is it: maybe everyone, including your editors, is too intimidated by your self-satisfied smirk (I'm sure you've got a great smirk) and by sentences like, "The same non-place, that is, utopia, is to be (not) found" (Oct. '97) to tell you that your writing is a bunch of self-satisfied bullshit. Somebody, please come to his defence so I can understand why

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What is the connection between Could you tell us what the antithesis of Thrillseekers and restaurants? your band is? view Don We like lo eat in ihem, especially the lentil Don Mean people with un-positive energy who slew with lahmi at Deserts If they want lo sponsor cannot see the beauty that is around them our band, I would be happy to shove a big mouth­ Seiichiro Shouting al people thai we kick ass so ful of it in as we're accepting our Grammy award hard that they will bleed Seiichiro Don and I used lo work at the Japanese Kacey I think Marilyn Manson is a booger. restaurant called the Eatery. That's where we met Current most-hated song? Kacey Restaurants are node points where musi­ Don Whatever song that all of the hippy kids are cians, or people who think they wont lo play in playing on their drums on Commercial Drive all bands congregate for food, employment or both the bloody lime Hippy children, put down your So too, have we, Thrillseekers, congregated Thus drums and go back to juggling slicks ond hackey- sack before there is a blood bath in the streets, I'm Any messages for Thrill Squad, who you begging you ironically opened for on your first gig? Kacey I don't know what song I hate the most, Don The olher night I was driving home in the but I'm excited that drop-in hockey season is almost rain and my windshield was kind of fogged up and I wrote the name Thrill Squad on it with my Ask yourself two questions and answer finger A couple of nights later, I was again dri­ them. di ving home in the rain, and on lhat very same Don: Have you ever thought of expanding lo a Who are you? Cinnamon, Vancouver? And (b) Redd spot, on my fogged up windshield, appeared four-piece? Ooh ooh ... Ooh ooh. Kross was spotted backstage at the the phrase 'Satan walks among us.' I cannot Yes Please give us a family tree for Rage with a Cinnamon tape in hand, explain this If you did, who would you want in ? Saturnhead ... April 1997. What came of that? Seiichiro: How's it going? A named Kevin who, if he grew his mous­ The Olive tree: 'Saturnhead' comes from the (a) Cinnamon Toast ... Cinnamon the band was Kacey No special message for Thrill Squad, but tache again, would look just like a blonde , circa 1971. Greek work 'Ptolomas' which means (rough named after secret agent girl Cinnamon on the that story Don wrote is absolutely true Pro-sports or anti-sports? Discography: translation, because the literal doesn't make any TV series Mission: Impossible. But Cinnamon Don: Pro-Sporrsdeslc, which I watch at work. You sense) 'He who laughs at luggage.' (Canada) did come before Cinnamon Saturnhead's music is created by one mind, two (Sweden). And what exactly does Cinnamon hands on a ten-year-old four-track recorder. have lo do with Saturnhead? Absolutely noth­ Saturnhead is, for those of you who may not ing ... sorry. In the wake of the prohibition... know, a one man four track band. Terry Miles (b) Yes, Redd Kross have family ties to bolh lays all the instruments and writes all the songs. Cinnamon and Saturnhead: all three are eter­ Now, this would be quite a bit to accomplish nal spirits of '76. Redd Kross is another This balancing act. live so, enter the live band. band lhat has toiled in relative obscurity for What music is on your answering many years. That is, of course, Saturnhead's machine? only aspiration, relative obscurity ... how Beach Boys ... again .... romantic. Is Boba Fett a female? Which If you could combine all of the Spice did each member of Saturnhead play Girls into one 'Super Spice Girl,' would as a youngster? she rule the world with her uniquely Boba Fettl Boba Fettl enhanced 'Girl Power?' Who are Resolution Records? Are there Well, how many navels would she have? I think not any labels in Vancouver 'worthy' with all of that talent, yes. But you can leave out of releasing The 'Head? Sporty. We don't really need Sporty Spice in READYMADE Resolution Records are the beast from the east. the equation. Under 'Spice' rule, would we be independent specialists with forced to wear the very big shoes? What would a deep appreciation for a certain Canadian lo- become of MENSA? WOMENSA? fi pop guy with a very large record collection. What time is it? Vancouver is mainly a movie town — anything It's time to break out of the Pablum and crank extraordinary is skilfully ignored by everyone in up those K-Tel It looks like we've got a the business. 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Who am I to blame, how am I to here is a block of dull gray and dried begin to do or say anything enough to alter beautiful. And so, to call all this miserable or blame, whom am I to blame ... you get the concrete inside my head. It is waste em­ this multiple burden, except the something that to say that I am suffering by it is to say far too idea, I'm sure — although I don't get It anymore, Tbodied, slowly becoming unbecoming is nothing. Even nothing can't express my ab­ much, overstating the crucial simplicity of this because I don't care at all. I haven't joined or Even waste has too much descriptive charac­ solute attitude, which is so gone that it hasn't happenstance In this case, it is unwritable left, I just haven't-haven't But I definitely haven't ter here, in fact. This comes as no surprise to even started. Save the adjectives, the best thing about this become fractured into oblivion, dematerialized some readers and acquaintances, I'm sure. This Luckily, even with my concrete head, I was development is that it means not even nothing, within a swirling bricolage of bricabrac. That may even be my most distinctive feature, next just able lo force out one last small observation not even nothing crossed out. Take my word bullshit line only carries so far. A smoke screen. to my paranoia, but both are really quite obvi­ for old-time's sake: as much as I would like to, for it. While the last moment of corporality is This is the obsequious car crash — it comes to ous to see, as they dip out of sight This block I will never understand anything except good- spent reveling in nothingness — the funny little you: an endless, nameless avalanche of stuff. is cake-like and cumbersome, with veins and enough lies; and the term "lies" is just a loaded non-hinge — I'm ready to move on or out, to We have no shortage of stuff, except for the arteries running through it for no reason. What's shorthand offered to capture something of the step aside, well off the stage, quite out of the less financially fortunate, who maybe only have more, it flakes and chips apart when I move, sense of relative functionality I am trying to ex­ theater So long bodies, texts and discourse. no shortage of desire. Even the grossly fortu­ slowly becoming smaller and less useful For press. The same goes for everyone, it seems, And I could give a shit for any final anti-totality nate have no shortage of desire, however. my own good I should leave it alone, or else for this business with lies. But this pseudo rev­ of absence or whatever. Let the other players Maybe desire is the final leveler, where every­ I'll be left with only blood-soaked dust; a mucky elation is only partial. Because not even the contend with such silly complications, I am not one becomes common. Certainly need can't swamp-liquid sloshing between my ears — as self-knowledge of this (in)capacity is truly mine, interested in fhe game anymore, and I can't be. Does the commodity secretly tell us all this? if it makes a difference. And so, with this prog­ it is always already not even there. Not even be. I'm ripe for the in-between parts that never Hard to tell, desire does all the talking. The nosis in front of me — and with little real choice nowhere, that's the ticket. Navel gazing with­ end or begin, where necessity and its antith­ nature of the commodity hides behind the sur­ on my part, actually — I am giving up trying to out the help of a navel or the Tightness of a esis blow each other out as if they never were, face of the incidental "whatever" it empowers. deny or to do anything about my transforma­ gaze, l-less. Even a good, discrete sense of and where words never materialize in any form. How can it non-speak in so many ways at once? tion. Why not? And so, accordingly, everything failure, disappointment or some other compa­ Because it just doesn't matter, and it never did It is so sublime. Its glorious radiance dries the about me has now become increasingly slug­ rable and more comprehendable form of frus­ or will. Just like me Not even Other — who concrete more and more. If ever there was gish and uninspired, more so than ever before, tration would be a suitable refuge, a structure cares for Other? My concrete head slowly turns something that is beyond us, with a machinic all the way off the map. In short, I am all crumbs of some sort, providing context enough to be­ to dust. No, this isn't about death or rebirth, or transcendence, enabling a lazy totalization, it and hot gas: i.e. nothing in particular at all, gin explication I know, I know ... oh boohoo anti-anything. It is the is-less and it-less. And I surely is the ghostly commodity, as firm as our hardly a register, a bona fide waste of effort to you, concrete head. Ah yes, but such angst dare say, we all have one foot in it already. hands. If gratitude mattered anymore, I would segueing into less and less. This is neither bad is a washout really, a dramatic make-believe Once you have two, then you have neither. bow graciously, thankful for it's inhuman "wis­ nor good. So long, human world, you're wel­ ritual and pretension, a game for privileged dom," providing insight into the less than less. In the meantime, fuck popular culture and come to it. Time, space, language, culture, eco­ romantics, of which I was once one. Like de­ But in polite indifference, it is the commodity all its ups, downs and ironies. It's all so tire­ nomics, people, and what not, are all too much pression or anomie, angst relies too much on a that bows and bows. Hey, I'm as tired of it as some. It is what it is, okay, and everyone knows for the concrete-headed like me. I can't even psychology and a culture that assumes too you are. it already and then some. A thousand plateaus of endless intricacy that never take form, where If I was able, I would — critically minded — everyone is right and wrong all at once, all the say: APEC and the Christmas season are both upon time. Suffer, enjoy, or do both. It is just one out us. Their significance is overshadowed by the of so many good-enough lies, all right. And it smoothness that surrounds them. The cult of the can be so much fun and meaningful, or the non-sequitur probably exists to replace the grim inverse. Congratulations. I don't care for any­ obviousness of power doing what it typically one's agreement or disagreement on this, share does. But I've given up that pastime as much it amongst yourselves, it all amounts to the same as it has given up on me. This is sad recogni­ thing anyway. Remember, my head is now de­ tion. In this way I betray the blankness. I am crepit concrete. But popular culture was the last grateful for my lapse into beyond fictionality, sufficient push that tipped me over, that gave although even here my all too human-ness me the big shove Funnily enough, it also gave seems to draw me into unwanted solipsism. And me the necessary will to cancel my will beyond this is true in the sense that it is pathetic and negation, all without my conscious participa­ unlikely. I don't go further than the end of the tion, mind you. A last moment of psychic can- page, as far as you and me both are con­ nibalization, this was my self's last political ac­ cerned. This has become a third, an absolute tion. It was so much more than theoretical mas­ soliloquy. Pornography of the highest order, turbation, pal. It was so fucking heroic and fan­ after all. And more than this, it is transparent. tastic, and then not even nothing. Not bliss or It is the smoothness. That's the rub with blam­ terror. If my former concern regarding popular ing, really. Am I really just dying to say that all culture was the final "in" that was also my way we need is love, like a introspective transform- "out" of needing ins and outs, then it did me ing-in-place young man might say. Or a foul some service after all. Or maybe, I should say, . Or a billion greeting cards. I con­ I am now no longer in the position to judge all fess, I am a liar, or at least confused. Maybe this by any standard or practice. I have no feel­ there is no concrete, only a sense of common ing in the future and my memory is emptying frustration, of stupidly grasping for my own and closing up. These few words are the auto­ gain, of wanting verification. And here I matic writing of my fading human capacities, become even more right while I realize how giving up a last spasm of empathy for no par­ wrong I am. My confession is an omission. ticular reason. An unromantic mirrored hori­ But over what? It is chicken-shit. A last stab. zon. A haunted narrative or self epitaph. As Oh no. Swan song. Boohoo. It is the mo­ insular as a drainpipe. Big deal. ment of transformation. The concrete is crumbling for real. Look closely at this It is odd, however, this popular culture stuff. page, not at the words. The ink stains and I mean, what a fine sham. But there it is. All paper fibers are wonderful. The texture. The these things, choices and stress. The luxury of smell. I am envious of this simplicity. Push being burdened by incidental cultural forma­ it further. Last. The lighthouse. Improvised. tions is enough to make any fair-minded per­ Our . He's lost in space. He's lost his son a little cynical and reclusive. Nauseous, mind. But never mind him. He's a goner. even. But en masse it has created a profoundly Over and out. obsessive sense of all thingsconceivable. Try out attempting to have a brief — albeit fictitious — mr. kitty poulin a.k.a. concrete head

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