Thursday, June 05, 2014

NEW FROM FLUXLIFE INC.! ARTCORE NAKED (DELUXE EDITION)!

The Rich Millett Archive Project releases another oddity from the Fluxlife Inc. Vaults®!

Back in April 1994, a young Richard Millett was bored and disgusted with his "creative" writing class, and rebelled in the only way he knew how...by using his school's resources to create and print a new batch of poems in just a few days.  Long out of print, Artcore Naked was either totally uknown, or magically mythical, depending on who you asked (and how sane they are).

Now (like everything else from the 90's) it's back in action!  Also included for your enjoyment and edification are Rich's original rough (or "ruff") drafts from these writing sessions.  From the Nazareth computer labs to your iPad!

Check it out now!

http://www.scribd.com/doc/225726452/Artcore-Naked-Deluxe-Edition

8 comments:

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

bored and digusted indeed!! Likely moreso than Helen (if she really is worse than joan, youve got to question her motivation..)

This should all be subtitled "Feeling The Feelings"!

Though I think "Home Is Where The Heart Bleeds" is actually an outtake from Family Man. Don't let greg sick the dogs!

The character lists for the small smile are fun as fuck!

Hey next time i see you, can you give me a disk with PDFs of all yr stuff on scribd?

Rich said...

Glad you enjoyed it!

Feeling The Feelings will probably be used in an upcoming Vault release as a title! Though it certainly does apply here.

The Black Flag influence was just so pervasive then. Very true. I wasnt thinking about them that day, but they were Always in the air. As you know.

Not to be pedantic, but wouldnt Gregg send out his flock of cats who act as his unholy army of the night?

The Pups Are Doggin' It, Indeed!

btw, Chirs Kelly barely contributed anything to the Small Smile...the character list was me trying to make her laugh (she was sitting next to me in the computer lab), which she of course did not. She did question why I was trying to make her laugh, though. I should have tried to write more of the play. But, bored and disgusted haha

Yes, of course.

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

Foul, sir! those cats are using Ginn for what he's good for and nothing more. Flock of morons unholy or otherwise is strictly the vocation of the canine; quite the contrary in the case of the feline.

And I take issue a second time, sir! How dare you attempt to negate credit where it is so very justly do. Chris Kelly was the Steven Wright of Nazareth Academy, Class of '95! A satirist of the most Swiftestian order! A deadpan containing the staggering ejaculation of a landmine! Have we another Orson Welles on our hands??? Shall I sound the alarm??? How dare you sir, how dare you...? perhaps it may behoove you to stare into the eyes on the face with the small smile of modesty. (wait..yeah!) Good day.

Rich said...

I was speechless at receiving such a precise and withering dressing down, but then I found the flaw.

Dogs are people too.

Like corporations.

Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah

Banana nose

"Have you no sense of decency, sir?"

Okay, that was wholesome fun, but now I feel like it made me worse than Joan. Time for a new post. You'll fuckin' love this one.

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

actually, chris kelly was more deadpan than steven wright. so much so there never was a punchline. and then came her marriage to that stoner from cicero with downes syndrome and the sad turn when she read too much nietzsche in an attic and thusly stepped in front of a bus.
punchline? i guess she was the andy kaufman.

Rich said...

Holy shit...I've picked out 4 references...this one is densely packed. Good show.

Turns out there was a punchline, which also doubled as a Smiths reference...so it wasn't terribly funny.

And the she just went to go see some jam band play.

Mr Bigpants Cock (of the) Walk said...

fuck!! i was trying to get rebecca murphy in there..

Rich said...

Check, and mate.

Just kidding

I wasnt even thinking about lil skullfuck.

Xris Kelly was totally into Poi Dog Pondering. And Phish. Weirdest goth ever

And boy, did she try hard to get me into them