Post by jackstaynes on May 24, 2011 18:21:16 GMT -6
People are always asking me why I'm always so angry. "Jack" they say "why you always angry, I just want to be your friend". To which I reply "Are you one of the other 64?". They never know how to take that. They just look at me, turn and then walk away.
There's 64 people in the world that I don't know. 64 people who I'd like to call friends even though I don't know them. So I'd like to do a roll call and see if any of them 64 wanna stand up and be counted. Give you a cyber handshake and look you in your cyber eye and say... I know you.
If you is one of the 64 then you already know what I'm talking about. Cause we share a kinship, we know which way is up, what the fucks what and who the fucks who. But I wanna lay it down for these other folks out there, the ones that don't belong to our special circle. Outside, looking in. You had your chance fuckers, you could have jumped into the circle. Turned the clique into a brotherhood, bolstered the numbers and made us 1 of a hundred. You had your chance... you fucking blew it.
I'm talking about COWS. I'm talking about a limited edition of COWS. I'm talking about a limited edition of 100 and when I got my copy and took a peek inside I saw the truth. I saw I am 35....of 65. That damn near broke my heart. There's only 65 of us that know what's what. That's a fucking travesty is what that fucking is. We should be on the endangered species list.
Back in the day, when I was running back and forth talking shit about how hardcore I liked my shit, there was a fella who said STOP. He said to me, "do you actually know what the fuck you is talking about, or are you just pretending to know shit... when you actually don't know shit". He said to me "have you read COWS?". "huh? COWS? what's that?". Back then the Creation Books copy was already out of print and copies went for a small fortune and I just couldn't afford to lay down that kind of dough on something I knew nothing about. So this fella, you know what he did? He was a Yank, like some of you but he bought a copy over the internet of Abe books I think it was, and he fucking sent it to me...in the UK...for free. Hows that for a fucking stand up guy? That fella was Jim, Jim Pokela. I gotta thank Jim for giving me an education.
Now Jim was always pushing for a limited edition of COWS, even I later sent my copy off to a publisher I no longer talk about asking them to look at it for a limited, I never heard nothing from them. Now while there is no acknowledgements page in the book I like to think that Jim had something to do with the Limited of this book coming into being from Akashic Books.
Now while Jim might of had something to do with the limited of COWS coming out... only 65 folks took a chance and bought it. 65 man, fuck. I wasn't active on no forums when the book was announced and maybe if I was and I was bigging up the book it might have sold more. Now that's my cross to bare and I might not ever forgive myself. But when there's print runs of 1500 selling out left right and centre you'd have thought that a hundred fucking folks could have got together and sold this fucker out.
The genre is fucked, it's broken. It's a warped parody of what it could be and should be. When I see a book sell out pre-pub I always think of how the author must be feeling knowing that folks are so excited about what's he or she's got coming out and they must get such a buzz hearing that all the copies are gone within so many days (or in some cases even hours) of it even being announced. But it's gotta smart to know that you've got a book coming out that's pre-order only up to 100 copies and only 65 people are interested.
See why is it that some books just never get the praise they deserve. COWS, COWS is a work of genius, sure it's hardcore, infact it's high up amongst the list of most hardcore books I've ever read. But it's good, it's oh so very fucking good. What's a classic? I Wikipedia'd that shit and this is what it says "The word classic means something that is a perfect example of a particular style, something of lasting worth or with a timeless quality". Well then that makes COWS a fucking classic.
Now you don't know how lucky you are that Akashic Books also released a trade of COWS. So even though you will never be accepted in the circle jerk of the 65. You can still redeem yourselves a fraction and partake in the classic that is COWS. Now I'm not even saying you should buy if from my shop. You can get it cheaper elsewhere if you is looking to save a buck, or a pound of a euro or whatever the fuck it is you use to buy shit. But I do so suggest you read it, digest it and learn from it.
COWS by Matthew Stokoe ISBN 9781936070701 now get out of here and don't come back till you've read it.
There's 64 people in the world that I don't know. 64 people who I'd like to call friends even though I don't know them. So I'd like to do a roll call and see if any of them 64 wanna stand up and be counted. Give you a cyber handshake and look you in your cyber eye and say... I know you.
If you is one of the 64 then you already know what I'm talking about. Cause we share a kinship, we know which way is up, what the fucks what and who the fucks who. But I wanna lay it down for these other folks out there, the ones that don't belong to our special circle. Outside, looking in. You had your chance fuckers, you could have jumped into the circle. Turned the clique into a brotherhood, bolstered the numbers and made us 1 of a hundred. You had your chance... you fucking blew it.
I'm talking about COWS. I'm talking about a limited edition of COWS. I'm talking about a limited edition of 100 and when I got my copy and took a peek inside I saw the truth. I saw I am 35....of 65. That damn near broke my heart. There's only 65 of us that know what's what. That's a fucking travesty is what that fucking is. We should be on the endangered species list.
Back in the day, when I was running back and forth talking shit about how hardcore I liked my shit, there was a fella who said STOP. He said to me, "do you actually know what the fuck you is talking about, or are you just pretending to know shit... when you actually don't know shit". He said to me "have you read COWS?". "huh? COWS? what's that?". Back then the Creation Books copy was already out of print and copies went for a small fortune and I just couldn't afford to lay down that kind of dough on something I knew nothing about. So this fella, you know what he did? He was a Yank, like some of you but he bought a copy over the internet of Abe books I think it was, and he fucking sent it to me...in the UK...for free. Hows that for a fucking stand up guy? That fella was Jim, Jim Pokela. I gotta thank Jim for giving me an education.
Now Jim was always pushing for a limited edition of COWS, even I later sent my copy off to a publisher I no longer talk about asking them to look at it for a limited, I never heard nothing from them. Now while there is no acknowledgements page in the book I like to think that Jim had something to do with the Limited of this book coming into being from Akashic Books.
Now while Jim might of had something to do with the limited of COWS coming out... only 65 folks took a chance and bought it. 65 man, fuck. I wasn't active on no forums when the book was announced and maybe if I was and I was bigging up the book it might have sold more. Now that's my cross to bare and I might not ever forgive myself. But when there's print runs of 1500 selling out left right and centre you'd have thought that a hundred fucking folks could have got together and sold this fucker out.
The genre is fucked, it's broken. It's a warped parody of what it could be and should be. When I see a book sell out pre-pub I always think of how the author must be feeling knowing that folks are so excited about what's he or she's got coming out and they must get such a buzz hearing that all the copies are gone within so many days (or in some cases even hours) of it even being announced. But it's gotta smart to know that you've got a book coming out that's pre-order only up to 100 copies and only 65 people are interested.
See why is it that some books just never get the praise they deserve. COWS, COWS is a work of genius, sure it's hardcore, infact it's high up amongst the list of most hardcore books I've ever read. But it's good, it's oh so very fucking good. What's a classic? I Wikipedia'd that shit and this is what it says "The word classic means something that is a perfect example of a particular style, something of lasting worth or with a timeless quality". Well then that makes COWS a fucking classic.
Now you don't know how lucky you are that Akashic Books also released a trade of COWS. So even though you will never be accepted in the circle jerk of the 65. You can still redeem yourselves a fraction and partake in the classic that is COWS. Now I'm not even saying you should buy if from my shop. You can get it cheaper elsewhere if you is looking to save a buck, or a pound of a euro or whatever the fuck it is you use to buy shit. But I do so suggest you read it, digest it and learn from it.
COWS by Matthew Stokoe ISBN 9781936070701 now get out of here and don't come back till you've read it.
