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Mark McCawley RIP

bart plantenga

“I had become periodically insane, with long bouts of horrible sanity...” --Mark McCawley, “Sick Lazy Fuck” I knew something was up on 3 counts: I had just posted something on the 19 April death of Richard Lyons ...

Sick Lazy Fuck

Mark McCawley

“If you look a dog in the eye too intently, it may recite an astounding poem to you. You might have been mad for a long time and have realized it only at that moment.” —Jean Genet, Funeral Rites Si...

Meaning of the Dance

Mark McCawley

Fortunately, not everyone has to experience the daily life of madness and insanity of a spouse with a severe mental illness. It's akin to watching a portrait you adore manifest into something you no longer know or even recog...

Beer Mystic Burp #13: Without the Voodoo of Hope

bart plantenga

Hitching through mid-1970s Canada usually meant Canadian Border Services stopping you, inquiring how much money you had on your person. If it was under $25 they’d refuse you entry, which meant hitching the long way round ...

Trans-Canada Highway

Mark McCawley

for Angelina Let’s turn off the ignition lock the doors and coast this curved highway until we stop watch snow which splatters sperm-like across the car windshield The air is chilled with crisp echoes announcing jazz and...

George Kuchar, RIP

Mark McCawley

George Kuchar, RIP. Kuchar and his twin brother Michael practically invented the "camp" genre. He prided himself on making films with non-actors, script, or theme, for almost no money. The 8mm movies he made in the 60s were ...

Philip Quinn — Outrageous But Beautiful

Mark McCawley

Whenever anyone asks me who my top transgressive Canadian writers happen to be, Philip Quinn is always at the top of that list. Hamilton-born, Quinn's writing takes the familiar and makes it strange; then takes the strange a...

Literary Outlaws, Bad Asses & Underground Writers

Mark McCawley

“…true Unbearables realize that there is nothing to sell out other than that overstocked warehouse of lost dreams we’ve all been carrying on our backs for so long they’ve taken on the aura of that immortal 5000-po...