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Alive, Within The Spaces Amid Love

Nice to kick off the new year with a reminder that Cottonmouth Kisses hasn’t . . . well, you know : kicked it. In this case, thanks to the blog The Spaces Amid Love for posting an excerpt from the poem “Danielle, I’ve Been Meaning To Tell You.”

And since it’s been a while since this little bugger‘s inception, here are a few Cottonmouth Kisses reviews . . . “For Your Convenience.” : Via Marcus Pan of Legends MagazineKevin Killian of Small Press TrafficAra Taylor for The Bellingham HeraldCara Bruce of The San Francisco Bay GuardianRichard Davis for The Lambda Literary Review [ previously Lambda Book Report ] † Cathi Unsworth of Bizarre Magazine

Thanks, all!

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Rubaiyat For Rocky

Repeat of the screen grab, except with linkage in working order : “Rubaiyat For Rocky” is from the book Cottonmouth Kisses. Thanks to Beauty Nursed On Darkness for the spiffy lay-out / introduction to the Tumblrsphere.

Apologies for the didactic, but simply “For Those Whom” . . . [blah blah blah]

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Only Pictures

Mad gratitude to Beauty Nursed On Darkness for the post [ditto 115 Tumblrers, for the notes!] Much appreciated, indeed . . .

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Cottonmouth Kissed Cassettes — Eye Doublecross Release and Give-Away!

Some of you may recall my excitement over Cø††øN, a track “influenced by Cottonmouth Kisses” that the low-fi sigil-slingers known as I†† [eye doublecross] conjured in the recent past . . .

Well, that dark dirge — along with seven other deep-synth threnodies — is now available for public consumption, by way of the I††Skitter split cassette : a ClanDestine Records production.

Although procrastinators / individuals with a propensity toward slack should take note: The release is limited to a scant 75 copies. Said another way? If you’re interested, nap on your gas bill — not this one, chap . . .

And hey: Of the 75 copies, subtract a digit . . . Since from the blahg comments left from this moment till the final spin of Big Ben’s minute hand on January 31 [PST], I’ll be choosing a name at random. That’s right darklings, snarklings, and hexed-out genre-as-yet-undefined glamazons: time to set the Wheel of Fortune in motion again, for a reader give-away! Good times ; good times, indeed . . . [So long as you gorgeous fvckrs remember to provide a valid email address with your entries! Stated with an implicit emphasis on Please, that is. Implicit, though it doesn’t hurt to verba/vocalize “And thanks!” ‘Cause in terms of mad gratitude? BB, I’ve got it . . . More than these shoes and skin of mine can contain, often seems.]

To re-cap : I†† create dopamine-drenched spectral [anti]pop, nightmare lullabies rife with occult symbolism and mysteries that unfold themselves with each listen.

Or . . .with flowery adjectives scraped away; sentiment stripped to its barest-of-bones, bleached structural remains :

Click the links. Leave a comment.
GET SOME

[Oh-kaaay?]

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Tatt-ered “Cø††øn” and Cottonmouth Kisses

I†† [ eye doublecross ] is not just a band;
they’re “a low-fi hypersigil, casting spells in various mediums .”

[CUE EXAGGERATED SHRUG]

Cool by me, brah.

Though when I discovered the basis for “Cø††øN”—
the latest single the duo conjured & released into the world
was [quote] “influenced by [ my book ] Cottonmouth Kisses” ?

Well, the excitement level racheted a bit Richter,
not gonna lie. . .

Then, upon hearing the track?

That’s when the really good news occurred.

I like it.

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As in : I mean —
I really, really like it.

No need to elaborate, nor to “re-visit”. . .
but we’ve all had at least one friend whose
band/stand-up comedy act/spoken word performance —
[ thought I’d keep the playing field fair ]

Y E A H .
You get it/You get it/You get it

Amidst the deafening silence & painful anecdotes that aren’t being shared at this moment,
here’s what is :

C H E C K · I T !

Cø††øN by I††

. . . & them ♥

witch house, eyedoublecross

[ I†† : OFFICIAL SITE ]

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Ah, but you know I’ve gotta ‘get on up in’
this GIFtastic action!

Cottonmouth Kisses, Clint Catalyst

[ a mere clicky-link away : H I T ·  I T   &   G E T ·  I T ! ]

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Also, two other ways in which this obstinate child of mine
continues to make its mark upon the world
[ however great or small that may be ] :

Eleven years since the effer premiered in print, yet not till this turn around the calendar—
Two Thousand Eleven A.D.—is when a song about it was inked,
so to speak. . .

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Ditto, these two lovely ladies :


ßiteMe ßlair from Concord, CA


[ Rockin’ it legit, all up close & O.G. on the detail . . .yeah, that’s how it is ]

As well as


Miss Melinda Wainright of New South Wales,
Australia


[ preliminary sketch, before ‘the needle & the damage done’ ]

&


Ta-da! — The outcome.

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If you’re not able to read the quotation obscured by my likeness?
That strand of syllables won’t be found among the pages of Cottonmouth Kisses,
but rather within the Degeneracy: A Love Letter project —
which I’m hereby placing ‘on the market’
ISO some serious match-making. . .

Said another way?  Prospective publishers, literary agents, &/or
friends/kins/neighbors of the aforementioned?

Where there’s an interest, I have a manuscript.

Let’s talk.

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Extensive project info available through the modern advent of moving pictures!
[ Be sure to click ‘More’ in the video descriptions ]

Mageina Tovah Models for Clint Catalyst Collaborative Project

Actress Mageina Tovah Plays Module [ Part 2 of 2 ]

Clint Catalyst/Dramatic Reading of ‘My Own Worst Enema’

plus other  Making-Of / Behind-The-Scenes clips

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Otherwise,
Best of Wishes, everyone . . . & thanks!

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There’s A Term For Anyone Who Gets My Work/Resemblance/Words/Whatever Tattooed

[ & that ‘phrase that pays’ is ]
“V.I.P., For Life

pictured above :
about as obvious a reference can get
to Cottonmouth Kissescottonmouth kisses, clint catalyst

[ If you don’t own a copy by now?
I don’t even know what’s wrong with you… ]

Massive Thanks
to
ßite Me ßlair ♥ !

Honored :: & :: Appreciated

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L.A. Weekly — Catalyst Named As One of the “Top 10 Most Eccentric, Creative (and Quite Possibly Crazy) Characters” in L.A. Nightlife

February 2011

LA Weekly, nightlife, Clint Catalyst

Direct Link via Picture Push

Complete List available at LA Weekly Dot Com ]

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DRESSED TO THE TEETH

I have tired of my face pressed
to the windowpane staring watching
waiting gazing at this bloody month
of winter unwinding itself before me
pumping lost love letters and
lipstick stains on private parts
in its flow I
have tired
of it
I am tired
so I shamelessly step
from a life lived by
scrupulous selection into
the apocalyptic fury
outside inside: a
cinematic panshot
the remains of myself given over
to frosty pink lipglossed hookers skirting
about in see-through blouses and
micro spandex wrappers slit
to the curve of ass cheeks jiggling in
twenty-five dollar anticipation of
some john who’d like a snack to eat
I’m the only one who seems to
be paying either attention or them
and I want to brush my teeth
brushing off a Suzy Wrong with
a flyspecked complexion who
can barely speak English
pleading “you want sucky-
fucky?” and poking her
chopsticked fingers at me
my boots shuffle by
dry on chipped concrete the
sidewalk cracks resembling
veins lonely for someone’s teeth
I make it to my fluorescent-
lit mailbox and
laugh as if I’m mocking
the whole codependent
romantic notion, trying to
pretend I don’t know damn
well that yesterday’s date
was February thirteenth
Valentine’s Day licks its
vampire chops and
drools ropes of red tar like
severed arteries
my stomach churns with
nervousness as I stick
my mailbox with the stake-
shaped key and twist
and turn and
peek inside its
guts there’s
an offering of a single
crimson-colored
square piece of paper which
I yank out like an abortion
and head back across
the street toting
the casket of red death
beneath my arm and
grinning shit at the call girls’ hissing
“Here, kitty kitty” my
thoughts are frisky-frenzied and
distant my heart races with
all the possibilities of an empty-
cornered envelope
the intoxication of remembrances
an address to return to and
memories to address
with an abbreviated
version of a smirk curled
in the corners of my mouth
I shove my thumbnail unseal
pry but what I find
inside yanks my tongue
out and smashes
my ribcage from the
impact of that pot-bellied bastard
cupid sprawled out on
a generic greeting card
the message “I’ve got an eye
on your sweet tooth, Valentine”

streamlined in the shape of
an arrow and “Best Wishes
from Dr. Stepka, d.d.”
some-
thing-or-other down
at the bottom the
sweet slogan in script letters
words that
curl and close themselves
around me:
all my living breathing something
turning nothing, empty-
gutted like last year’s
heart-shaped cardboard box,
a shell that once housed
chocolate treats now
graveyard of past lovers and friends
packed to the hilt
I stiffen with the ghostlike
reminder that love
is a noose
dimly or definitely or
disguised like
those letters of “Best
Wishes…”
are lies
in peppermint-colored curlicued drag
to drag a sucker in but
then again I’ve
never even cared about
the trumped-up sweetheart
scene, have always known that
bit is
no disease for me
I head towards my
place, cut out
scissor-stepping hard and
brisk and cold
a rapid streak so
quick I can’t unveil or even see
the emptiness of dark mascara-
clustered eyes surrounding couldn’t
can’t be anything
like me
I step
feel the whirring of flared nostrils
step and
force a smile
I step
sway my arms as if I’ve got snake-
eyes beneath my sleeves
because being sincere
solves nothing
I step and
step and make
it to my stoop and
solve my problem of the moment
by leaving it behind:
Valentine’s Day a past
now passed
shot down like
this gunpowder night that
sighs with its
softbound sounds from the gutter
wheezes coughs and
spits out a slit-
stained backdrop for
a crumbling city
St. Valentine’s a
myth forgotten a
false belief outgrown
like training bras or hopes
for true love treadmarked
by the sole of my shoes
that step
I step and
for a second before I kiss
the delusion smack-dab on the lips,
I am afoot with
reaching my remembrances
dressed to the teeth
in fabulous

vacancy

Clint Catalyst, from the book Cottonmouth Kisses

Thanks to Beauty Nursed on Darkness for the post!
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Cottonmouth Kisses Review — San Francisco Bay Guardian

May 30 — June 5, 2001

[ & the ketamine-paced process of archiving media continues . . . ]

Massive thanks to Cara Bruce
for one of the best reviews E V E R

It’s been almost a decade, though I appreciate you all the same…

xOxOx

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Cottonmouth Kisses Review — The Bellingham Herald

July 23, 2000

with mad gratitude to Ara Taylor

Cottonmouth Kisses, Clint Catalyst

Either click image to enlarge,
or

http://picturepush.com/public/4729559

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Review of Cottonmouth Kisses : Traffic

A publication of Small Press Traffic, “Helping Writers Break The Rules Since 1974.”

Spring/Summer 2001

Cottonmouth Kisses,Clint Catalyst,Kevin Killian,Traffic

More info on the legendary Kevin Killian awaits!

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Review of Cottonmouth Kisses — Bizarre Magazine (UK)

April 2001


[ Many thanks to Cathi Unsworth
and, of course, to Bizarre magazine ! ]

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“Flouncing About” — Spoken Word Text by Clint Catalyst; Narration by Pauley Perrette

with the aural fixation / visual manipulations of

P Emerson Williams [ Veil Of Thorns ]

the artwork of — and special appearance by — Joshua Petker

as well as portrayals by Dirk Mai and Julia Romanenko.


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Cottonmouth Kisses Review — Lambda Book Report

[ April 2001 : Archived ]


Props, Ever in Order
to both Richard Davis and LBR, a publication through the Lambda Literary Foundation !

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