Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Good News for MacAdam/Cage (and me).


(Swee-eet.)

New Investor Makes Loan, Considers Stake in MacAdam/Cage

By Calvin Reid -- Publishers Weekly, 11/17/2009 7:15:00 AM
After more than a year of layoffs and complaints of nonpayment from creditors as it struggles to restructure, San Francisco-based independent publisher MacAdam/Cage may have found a way out of its financial crunch. MacAdam/Cage publisher David Poindexter said he has secured a new investor who has agreed to provide an immediate six-figure loan to stabilize the finances of the cashed-strapped publishing house in addition to an agreement to sell up to 30% of the company to the same investor for about $1 million.

The deal comes as MacAdam/Cage struggles to recover from the combined effects of a tough economy, high overhead and unanticipated high levels of returns. A growing number of MacAdam/Cage authors have complained that they have not received royalty statements or payments and said that the house often will not return their calls.

MacAdam/Cage editor-in-chief Pat Walsh, who left the house in 2005 and returned in 2008, acknowledged the recent complaints calling them, “a continuation of the financial problems we’ve had for awhile.” Walsh blamed the house’s troubles on returns and the switch to a new distributor, PGW, but also acknowledged that the house—which at one time had a staff of 14 and published about 36 books a year—had been overstaffed and likely was publishing too many books. Over the last year the house has laid off its entire staff—only Walsh, Poindexter and the art director remain—and suspended its payroll. Walsh claimed that even he has not been getting paid.

Walsh also acknowledged that they have not always been in contact with their authors, blaming the lack of communication on “logistics. There are only three of us left here and we have nearly 400 authors. We haven’t done a good job of keeping in touch.” But he said the cash infusion would be used to “take care of our obligations.”

Poindexter said the new investor wanted to remain anonymous for now. He said he has signed a letter of intent to receive an immediate private loan which will be delivered in one payment and said that he will sell up to a 30% stake in MacAdam/Cage for a low seven-figure investment that will be delivered in “stages” over time based on the house achieving a number of benchmarks. He also blamed the house’s problems on switching distributors and excessive returns and cited a “lack of capital” that basically left the house unable to make payments of any kind.

“Raising capital has been tough,” said Poindexter about his efforts to restructure MacAdam/Cage in the midst of a recession. But he said the new investor was interested in both the house’s 400-title backlist and its potential for licensing for movies. “He recognizes that publishing is a longterm business,” Poindexter said.

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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Congratulations to my awesomely wonderful agent Michelle Brower...


Michelle has moved to Folio Literary Management. And yes, she
will remain my agent. Have I mentioned lately that Michelle is
awesomely wonderful?

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Agnes Martin: With My Back to the World.


This is a wonderful woman and painter I had never known
of before watching a documentary on her on Sundance. I've
looked around a little to see where I might buy it for
a couple friends I know, but couldn't find it. I recommend
it with all my heart if you have a chance to see it & if
you have any connection to art & matters of the spirit.

I actually like the woman more than her paintings (which
are grid works mainly, simple, geometric, but with a
hand-made child-like touch). Watching the documentary
led me to allow her paintings to tune into me because
they were made by her & because of the way she
talks about them & how they come to be & what they
mean to her. (I actually applied her ideas on horizontal
planes while I was suffering in a dentist's chair the
other day. It allowed me to meditate the discomfort away,
distribute it along the mental plane through my tooth!)

She is often painting as she talks & answers the filmmaker's
questions. She speaks in the most simple way, sometimes with
an almost awkward childlikeness, but the content is so
surprising & radical, extreme. She speaks such a personal truth,
but it is true for me, too, when I listen from my purest
spiritual & artistic aspiration. I fear that some things
she says, in print, will seem arrogant. But in the documentary,
listening to this simple old woman in all her gentle halting
humility, I let in what she says in a way I never would if
she were aggressive in any way.

There's no real way I can convey the quietly powerful impact
of the documentary, but it was one of those introductions to
an important person I will long remember. She gives me courage
to follow my path. Here are some of the things she said:

"I don't believe in influence, unless it's you, yourself,
following your own track."

"I have never painted a grid that had squares,
because a square is sort of harsh & aggressive,
but a rectangle is more relaxed. The square is like
some people that you meet, the over confident & aggressive.
The rectangle is softer, more agreeable."

"The underside of the leaf,
cool in shadow,
sublimely unemphatic,
smiling of innocence.
The frailest stems
quiver in light,
bend and break in silence.
This poem, like the paintings,
is not really about nature.
It is not what is seen.
It is what is known forever in the mind."

"It doesn't matter where I work,
New York, New Mexico, anyplace, it's all the same.
The environment doesn't have any impact on my work,
because I don't paint nature, or this life, I mean,
on earth. (laughs)
It took me 20 years to paint what I wanted.
I didn't like the paintings.
They weren't what I wanted.
I didn't show em, I didn't sell em, for 20 years.
I had to work at something else, you know.
But finally I got the grid, and it was what I wanted.
Completely abstract, absolutely no hint
of any cause in this world."

"There's two parts of the mind.
The intellect--the servant of ego.
It does all the conquering, and all that sort of thing. (laughs)
The intellect is a struggle with facts.
The scientists, they discover a fact, and then
they discover another fact, that's related.
They make a deduction from all these facts.
Well, in my opinion, that is just guesswork,
and so completely inaccurate.
You're certainly never gonna find out the truth about life, (laughs)
guessing about facts.
I gave up facts entirely,
in order to have an empty mind.
For inspiration to come into, if your mind is full of garbage,
if an inspiration came,
you wouldn't recognize it anyway.
So you have to practice a quiet, empty mind.
I gave up the intellectual entirely.
I had a hard time giving up evolution (laughs)
and the atomic theory (laughs),
but I managed it. So, I don't believe in either one.
And I never have any ideas,
I'm very careful not to have any ideas
because they're inaccurate."

"You have to paint by inspiration.
For something new, you have to have inspiration.
Somebody's got to sit down & really want it.
That's all you have to do.
You don't have to make any effort.
Just not change your mind or anything.
I think that everybody should know what they want,
because life is built on it.
Say that you wanted to fly.
You sat down and you just really wanted to fly.
See, that's what the Wright brothers did.
It gradually came into their mind to make an airplane.
What came into their mind, that's inspiration.
I think that the aim of people is wrong,
and education, all this about ambition,
striving forward.
You know, I believe in sitting around waiting for inspiration.
I think that all aggressive behavior is wrong.
You go out and attack things,
like an army attacking.
I think aggression has to be given up entirely.
All this hard fast life, go go go, drive.
I'm absolutely convinced that with a soft attitude,
that you receive more.
The red is not dark enough
so I'm just going to darken it."

"You can see that I'm a pretty speedy painter.
You have to be in this climate. It's a very dry climate."

"It's very hard to quiet your mind.
You have to go slower and slower,
and then stop.
Then your mind is at rest.
And then you have to not try hard.
The best is when I was looking for the truth.
I found out the best way is just look around,
you don't see anything (laughs).
You have to be in the mood for the truth.
It's a happy state of mind,
very small happiness.
You stay alert.
You don't see anything,
but you don't have to,
you just stay alert and then it comes into your mind,
what to do.
You say, 'What can I do?'
and then you wait.
And sometimes you have to wait a long time
for an answer, and for an inspiration.
One time I went five months without,
I had to wait five months for an inspiration.
I almost died off (laughs).
You can tell people who live by inspiration.
They say, "I'll have to sleep on it,"
some kind of decision.
When you go to sleep, your intellect goes to sleep,
and your mind is clear."

"You look at the sky and it's perfect,
and then you look further and it's beautiful.
You enter into it and all that.
Beauty illustrates happiness.
The wind in the grass,
you know how happy the grass looks.
And the shining waves following each other.
The blue sky is a different kind of happiness,
the dark night another.
There are an infinite number of kinds of happiness.
All illustrated by beauty.
When you look around, you see it on all sides."

"I can see humility, delicate and white.
It is satisfying, just by itself.
And trust, absolute trust, a gift, a precious gift.
I would rather think of humility
than anything else.
Humility, the beautiful daughter.
She cannot do either right or wrong,
She does not do anything.
All of her ways are empty.
Infinitely light and delicate,
she treads an even path.
Sweet, smiling, uninterrupted, free."

"I've read all the spiritual stuff.
I have my own.
It's just an everyday experience."

I have to stop. I could write the whole thing down.

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The Verbs of Richard Ford.


Reading Richard Ford's novel A Piece of My Heart.
I've been awakened by his verbs, in different ways,
sometimes just for their uniqueness, sometimes for what
they're doing in the whole sentence.
Here's a sample:

"He let the truck idle, watching the door as if he were waiting for the woman and the girl to come boiling out like bloodhounds."

The wildcat "gurgled at a sinew and pawed it with his front feet, stretching it backward until it snapped."

"The rooster perched on a low branch and studied the raccoons curiously, as if he couldn't understand anything about them."

"The little girl looked up when she heard the screen slap...."

"She bridged her neck..." (During sex--meaning she bent her head back and caused her neck to arch up bridge-like.)

"A.M. or P.M.?" she yelled, but the words got slammed in the door."

"She retired to her elbows."

"He graveled his chin in the pillow and tried to figure that out."

"'I'm tired of talking,'" she said, watching her hand tour around in his trousers as if it were after something that wouldn't keep still."

"Up the Sierras the rain was pulling apart, opening gaps to daylight."

"The car reached the end of the road, turned back into the desert, and the music floated away."

"...He could hear the ducks squabbling and conniving a hundred yards farther in the deep water."

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Friday, November 13, 2009

Off ramp


Today people
are on the freeway even when
theyre standing still even when
theyre doing nothing even when
theyre sleeping

Get off
right here

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

When you see a lanky little pony running


alongside his great mother across the canyon, flying
shadows, lifting dust, drumming hooves, manes
whipping in the sun, you know everything
that your knowing will never know
in this world or any other,
and always only wonder, that your blood, brain,
skin, flesh, forearms, neckbones, toes,
ears, feet, nostrils, muscles,
hair, heart & lungs millions of years old
and running still, will ever understand.

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Monday, November 2, 2009

Does My Soul Have a Surprised Face? (in progress)


Does My Soul Have a Surprised Face?

If it doesn't, then OK.
But if it does, what if
it's different than my face?
What if it's completely unfamiliar
& I look in a mirror & am surprised?

If your mind is messed up in the morning,
say something out loud.
Mine was, so I did.
I was surprised at how much more together I sounded
in my voice than I felt in my mind.
I was reading something where
I thought my name would be mentioned,
& it wasn't, & I felt angry,
or my name did.
I didn't want to be angry, too,
so I said, "That's all right"
out loud & went, "Wow"
at how much more assured, calm & wise
I sounded in my voice than I felt
in my mind.

If it has one,
a lot of people might
want the face they have to be
the face of their soul.
A lot might not.
I won't be happy forever
if I don't care for the face of my soul
unless I got used to it or forgot it
or came to like it.
The thing about forever is,
you can't be certain the way
you think or feel about something
will be big enough & strong enough
to fill that long of a period of time,
forever.

At any time, you could say
"That's all right"
& be surprised at the face
of your words, of your voice.

Does my soul have a voice?
If so

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Flagpole-Sitter's Journal, Day 345.


It rained for three days. I had a cold for three days. I disappeared
in the rain & snot & phlegm. Clover was scared, kept calling, made me
set the tent back up, I wanted to just sit in the storm like Simeon
must have, and die the most perfectly miserable death ever. It's just
a cold, I told her, it's just rain, but I hoped for the worst. I blew
my nose so much it started bleeding for the first time since spotting
in the tree with Dostoevsky. I let it bleed down me. It was soothing.
Justifying. It finally stopped, the rain, the cold, the blood. The sun
that baker charged out jolly in his big white hat, smacking his hands
together, flour flying. I was still alive. Still up.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

"Dreams with Sharp Teeth" (Documentary on Harlan Ellison).


I'm not recommending this, although if you have any interest
in the guy or in outsized writer-personalities in general, you'll
likely get a kick out of it. I'm not a fan of him or his over-the-top
writing, but the film does humanize him, unexpectedly for me. I'd
looked forward to a portrait of a completely toxic obnoxious narcissist,
but I was sort of charmed by the cat. His rage seemed mostly transparent,
in a good way, and reminiscent of a stand-up comedian whose schtick
is rant against The Man. I hope I have his energy when I'm 73.

One funny part: Harlan's in the middle of an anti-TV rant and
he's telling the story of when he and his wife were watching
the Weakest Link, a game show. The female contestant is asked
a question about the film version of Lawrence of Arabia. The
clue is the letter "S" and the correct answer is Omar Sharif.
The woman's answer is "Naomi Campbell." So Harlan got a kick out
of this, how the answer was utterly nonsensical, how Naomi Campbell
doesnt even have an "s" in it, etc.
What Harlan didnt catch was that the contestant obviously thought
"Lawrence of Arabia" was a clothing designer, as in
"Valentino of Beverly Hills." Hence, the first model that came to
mind: "Naomi Campbell."

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Friday, October 16, 2009

Cutting The Flagpole Sitter of Western Avenue.


The Flagpole Sitter of Western Avenue
is the novel before Mixed Animal.
It was formerly known as
Oranges for Magellan & Oranges for Joe.

I'm up to p. 340 in the editing.

Was 650 pp. (Yikes!)
Now 553 pp.

Was 183969 words. (Oof!)
Now 157207 words.

My goal: to keep going.
My secondary goal: to inspire.

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