image c/o nylon, via flickr
Tao Lin is what Nylon calls an “embattled Brooklyn author,” and has been called a “gimmick-crazed ‘writer’” by Gawker and, most recently, Carles of Hipster Runoff fame, a claim he sorta but not really affirmed to NYU Local. A simple search on Tumblr will show you what the bliggleblogosphere thinks.
But we’re not here today to speculate. Oh no, we’re giving away some free books from muumuu house! Read a bit about what you can win below, and to enter the contest, just simply email Tao a picture of you holding a fish filet and any GT’s brand kombucha (the drink, seen here), with your face in the photo. So that’s face, fish filet, kombucha.
Tao’s writings, at least the ones in his book you are a little bit happier than i am, border on insanity, randomness, the beauty of loneliness and surviving in our digital world. If you’ve ever thought about committing suicide via instant message before, reading one of Tao’s poems might make you seriously consider it. But in a good way, if that makes any sense.
Equally as awesome is Ellen Kennedy‘s poetry in sometimes my heart pushes my ribs. I particularly enjoyed the first poem in the book, called Eoody Mobby, which more or less follows a young, tender Woody Allen and his lover Ned Vizzini. The whole book made me want to type in lower-case letters and chase around aging icons of Hollywood, trying to fuck them. Here’s the first paragraph from the poem, which was meticulously typed out by Notes From Normalcy:
Woody Allen lies down on the bed. Ned Vizzini lies down next to Woody Allen. Woody Allen’s room has white walls. There aren’t any posters or pictures hung on the wall. Woody Allen kisses Ned Vizzini’s mouth. Ned Vizzini pushes his tongue into Woody Allen’s mouth and licks Woody Allen’s tongue. Ned Vizzini licks Woody Allen’s teeth. Woody Allen pushes his hand against Ned Vizzini’s crotch. Ned Vizzini does the same. Ned Vizzini unbuttons Woody Allen’s dress while Woody Allen touches Ned Vizzini’s face and looks at his eyes and his nose. Ned Vizzini takes off Woody Allen’s underwear with his foot and then takes off his pants. Woody Allen unbuttons Ned Vizzini’s shirt and touches his chest. Ned Vizzini has sex with Woody Allen. They make noises but are quieter than most couples Woody Allen thinks. Woody Allen is sometimes louder than Ned Vizzini.
The image above is a tiny-sized feature about Tao Lin’s literary collective muumuu house, as seen in the March issue of Nylon magazine. Unless you have super-eyes, its likely that you cannot read anything there, but you can see the original size on Flickr, by clicking here.
So go! Get those books. Well first get a fish filet and a kombucha and take a picture and then get those books.