Traveling alone in strange cities and sleeping under new ceilings makes me nervous. There are many patterns in different ceilings and it takes some time to get used to the things that you might see there. Nothing bad has ever happened but sometimes out of the corner of my eye I might see something I didn’t want to see and then when I look even though I didnt actually see anything I have already seen it out of the corner of my eye. I used to see a woman walking down the steps into the basement of my East Indian babysitters house, a brick building near Volunteer Park in Seattle in the late 1970s. This woman didn’t exist, but I thought she did and I would only see her coming down the stairs when I was tired. I think I imagined her the first time and then when I saw the shape out of the corner of my eye when I was tired, she is what I saw. A ghost for instance exists. But she wasn’t like that, more like a kind of optical shadow and then my brain filling in the blanks. I even thought this as a child. However I thought maybe I might also be catching a glimpse of another dimension and then I realized I was making myself see this woman. Even though I was willing myself to see her, that didn’t make it any less startling to see her. Traveling to new places and especially a prolonged break from my daily routines is always a worrisome endeavor.
Archive | September, 2005
The pages fly by as Briggs, a superb craftsman, expertly jumps back and forth in time, juxtaposing Bohms perceptions and experiences at 9 with events at age 18. — Sheila Mickool
Clear Cut Press editor Matthew Stadler called Shoot the Buffalo “the kind of book that you can disappear into for a long period of time” at the publication party, and in one scene Briggs read, three characters disappear into the scenery and only two of them survive. There is a long section about hypothermia. There are clay hills, lush marijuana plants, and “millions of moths like pieces of paper.” The landscape is muddy and fatal, but the writing is good-natured.
On Sunday September 18th, Matthew Stadler the editor of Clear Cut Press, introduced Shoot the Buffalo. Neil Bacon played some fiddle tunes. And I read an adaption (to keep it around an hour) from the first three chapters. You can listen to the streaming audio (internet radio).
Here is the link to the file:
to access as a podcast.
You can find other audio of spoken word performances including readings by Gregory Hischak, Willie Smith, Sarah Mangold, and talks by Charles Mudede in the same online gallery hosted by Oseao.
Sunday, September 18, 2005 at 2:00 p.m.
The Gallery of the Senses
Above The Artificial Limb Company
1402 East Pike Street | 206.568.0292 | no cover
Shoot the Buffalo
a novel by Matt Briggs
ccp 006 515 pp. isbn-10: 0-9723234-7-3 $14.95
The reading is hosted and will be broadcast by oseao.com.
Copies of the book and refreshments will be on hand.
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Briggs offers an earnest, muscular indictment of the
A Fifth of July
I feign clearance with my neighbor. In the manner of a land without sidewalks, a manner I can only guess at, I whack the chain link fence and stuff my blank note into a wad between the links. How do? I call.
We will get to it one of these days. I cannot fault him for discreetness.
I drove from Seattle on a very warm Saturday to read at the Catch that Beat 2 pancake breakfast. I was sorry to leave so late because I was going to miss several bands that would have been good to see such as The Watery Graves. On the drive I noticed that many of the strip mall stores along I-5 employed massive balloons to attract visual attention. The balloons trailed long flag covered stalks that tethered them to the ground. They looked like massive weeds, and most of them were so far above the parking lots of the the strip mall stores they lost any connection.
A summary of the events at Catch That Beat 2 can be found here on YACHT’s blog. Alas no mention of Rich Jensen’s talk about the Five Things he learned from Hippie-Americans nor the reading by Tom Blood. But the pancakes were hot, the blackberries were semi-frozen, the coffee copious, and the site of the event — the Astoria Yacht Club under the Old Youngs Bay Bridge — splendid.