Fuck it. If Scare Appallin’ can burn books and get away with it, I sure as hell can. But my burning book leaves no smoke. It just smokes the dinosaur brains of those who would try and silence anyone’s power and vision.
In fact, I aspire to write a hardbound, genre-bending tale that the Puck-Dropping Pageant Also Ran would push her secessionist weirdo of a husband into a snowdrift and trip over her snowmobile to burn. In other words, I want to burn a book from the inside out, using only words and ideas to do it.
And I don’t want anyone to be able to stand back and watch the words vanish into the Northern Lights, smug in the knowledge that they’ve rid another dissenting voice from the eyes, ears and minds of the world. I don’t want anyone to be able to say they discouraged anyone from writing the most explosive, challenging, and shocking piece of literature ever written. For those who would try, I want to shake the shit out of their rudimentary and self-righteous ganglion clusters. I want them to cry, or better yet, worse; hailing from Jersey as I do, leaving no witnesses gets me off. I want to write the censoring czars to death.
I’ve been off-handedly referring to my style as Rock and Roll Literature. What makes it different from, say, a hard R-rated graphic novel or comic serial in Heavy Metal or Epic magazine? Besides not having any illustrations, I dunno. Probably not much if you take some of the most irreverent and penetrating prose from any decade and explored it in the context of its time. I’m certainly not trying to place my writing in the same category as the important works of some of the world’s greatest literary minds, but let’s just say I want to write a pop/rock/punk word record that punches a hole in your rigaramole.
But I don’t want to just come at you extreme. I want it to have humor, depth, individual style, and clear purpose. Cause that’s where the impact is so strong that the hole out the back of your head is ten times the size as the one that enters your face. I say with my Jack-O-Lantern tongue sticking out that I don’t want to hurt you unless you try and piss on my candle to keep me quiet and shut my eyes. If you’re the kind that would try, then I will effort to shock you with my free-thinking soul, believe it.
Great rock records change the way we see things. First and foremost, I want my books to be lots of fun. But I’d also like to change the way you think about yourself and the world – even if it’s only in the smallest of ways. I want to blow your attention deficient eyedrums out with a fresh hell that will wake you and strip you of what you think you know, and titillate you in ways that may also terrify you. But most of all, I want to find new avenues to explore and get those who dare to be on the same page excited to read more.
Rock and Roll Literature. Burning down the shelves.