New Review by Ellis Sharpe

Here is the review

The Political Philosophy Book

I am still working on the political philosophy book

I have been working on it for five years now.

I have not written one word.

2 and a 1/2 weeks left of school

I skipped two classes today

I went to the first two

then I just walked off campus to my car and drove home.

These will be the last classes I ever skip.

Unless I go to grad school, I will only go to grad school if I can go for free with a stipend. That will probably never happen. If anyone reading this is a professor and wants to hook me up, please email me at noah.cicero@gmail.com. I will go to your grad school unless it is in the south.

So those will be the last classes I ever skip.

I don't really care about getting good grades this semester. It used to be fun to get good grades. Now I am tired. I know I will pass the classes, it will come. I will open the page with my grades on it and they will have passing grades and it will be fine.

I also learned that YSU never fails people in upper division classes, they just give incompletes. That is really funny. I have met people who stopped showing up to class with six weeks left to go and the professor gave them an incomplete. Also met someone who never turned in the final paper and the take home final and got an incomplete, the professor told them if they can just turn something in they will give them a C.

That is really funny.

College is really funny.

UPDATE:

After reading a comment, it occured to me that this post might imply that I think college is a joke.

I don't think college is a joke.

I learned a lot in college.

It is true, it is not hard to pass a class in college.

But if one wants to, they can actually read everything that is assigned, study hard, and spend time thinking about what they've learned then it can be a great experience.

I mean, because of college I know some spanish, how to do some statistical math problems that take forever to do, and where Azerbaijan is, how cool is that?

UPDATE

It occured to me this morning while walking on campus that I want to take spanish classes at a local community college wherever I move.

Also, I will deeply miss the parade of hoochie shorts that come at the end of spring semester and beginning of fall semester.

Good bye hoochie shorts
I will miss you
and all the legs
a boat leaves the harbor
and realizes the fish
were on the shore

INTERVIEW WITH xTx

Here is the interview, xTx is really nice. Buy her book, google her, do what needs to be done.

BOOK TRAILER

Untitled from Noah Cicero + Brittany Wallace on Vimeo.

Interview with Scott Mcclanahan

Here is the interview.

tao lin writes on the future of the novel

the future of the novel

I don't think I have ever thought about the future of the novel.

Seeing Someone you've had Sex with

There are only two people at YSU that I've had sex with out of 11,000 students.

Today I saw one in the hall.

I thought when I saw her, "I don't really want to talk, but we've had sex, I have to say something."

I could tell she was thinking the same thing.

So I said hi and she said hi.

Then we said congrats on graduating.

Then we walked in different directions.

Chris Hedges vs. James Howard Kunstler

Every monday morning I read the new blog posts by Chris Hedges and James Howard Kunstler.

I think after reading them, about people, and that Americans might like corporations. Everyday I hear people talking about brands of cell phones, brands of clothes, brands of televisions, brands brands brands.

At times I feel like a brand.

Maybe it is ugly. Maybe humans weren't meant for better.

A 1000 years ago in 1011 people were convinced that the Catholic Church was awesome, that kings and queens were awesome, and people lived like that for a very long time.

People in 1011 were fine with believing in God and the Catholic church, and having a king.

They didn't mind.

They don't mind buying droids and iphones and MACS and Pepsi now.

Kerouac had this strange view of humans, it was like, "Well, people aren't that great, but a lot of them are funny, they do endearing things, they live they suffer, everyone knows somebody that died, just go with it."

To take on a kerouac voice:

Oh if it all collapses, the Buddha will be keeping his hand on his belly, ocean waves will keep splashing on shores, women will keep yelling at their men, the children will play with broomsticks instead of plastic toys made from the hands of Chinamen thinking their Confuciusian thoughts, old women will keep demanding love and tenderness from their beleagered sons. Young puberty stricken boys with dried cum on their palms will still talk about the girls, legs and pretty faces, the girls will giggle and do their little dances, men will find drums and beat them beat beat dum. Old men will have their stories and the young will be making theirs. Living rooms will still need to be cleaned, cats will need to be fed, the dogs walked, the food cooked, sizzle sizzle of the frying pan at dinner time. People will find time to make love if it be on a rock or in a bed, soldiers will wear their uniforms and the poets will wear their uniforms and the politicians will wear their uniforms, you will still grow old with tatters of age, hair grey and booze in the tummy, visions of past kicks with a few kicks left to grab from the living breathing night, and the shoeless Jesus will be laughing, and you will laugh with him. And each baby will still have to be carried knowing one day it ends in death.

thank you I love you

Interview with Rebecca Haze and a Book Signing gone Bad

Here is the interview with Rebecca Haze


Yesterday I did a book signing with local authors at a library.

It was nice for a little bit. I basically met everyone who had a book published in my county. It was in Niles and everyone knew my family, they were like, "I know Carla." "I know Joey" "I know Carmen." Obviously the Cicero side.

Met a black female preacher who told me, "Produce, produce, that's what we tell people at the church, get out there and produce. Even if you never really sell any books Noah, if you have grandkids you can show them this book and they will know what it meant to be you in a different time." I believed her.

I didn't have my glasses on. Anyone who knows me, knows I only see about 15 feet without my glasses. After 15 feet I can't recognize who people are without my glasses.

I'm sitting there reading "A Short History of Africa" I look up and an old fat white woman is walking toward me. I took no thought of it, oh wow, a fat old white woman, this is common in Ohio. As she got closer I thought, "I recognize this person, but from where." Then she stood at the table and it was my fucking mother. I haven't seen my mother in 8 years. She stood there and said, "How much for a book?" Then I thought she looks old. I said, "Five bucks." I looked at her face, it was old, ugly, mangled, cold, indifferent, resembling an opossum. It was like a giant opussom was standing before me dressed in a Fashion Bug coat. I realized this situation was bad. I picked up my books in one hand and grabbed my coat in the other and ran out the door, then I ran to my car and drove away as fast I could.

A typical book signing in Ohio.

i feel unsure about this

the dvd in its entirety can be purchased here

Review for Best Behavior by Rebecca haze

This is the review.

three and a half weeks till graduation

I just sit in class with a complete sense of apathy.

don't talk.

kind of sit with my eyes closed half the time.

Everyone is talking about what classes they are taking the next semester.

The other political science majors are done with me because I have no interest in taking the LSAT or going to law school.

Two people spoke to me today and I have no idea what they said, wasn't concerned.

Please wrte a review for Best Behavior

If you have read Best Behavior

could you please write a short review for it on amazon.

If you want, you could go to like the amazon page for The Brothers Karamazov or Moby Dick, and then just switch the titles to Best Behavior and post that on amazon.

If you want to post song lyrics that is fine also.

If you just want to write the word "good" that is okay.

If you want to write to talk about your mom that is okay.

You can write anything you want.

Maybe a poem about spring.

Spring is good.

People will be like, "oh I like spring, therefore I will like Best Behavior."

I am a Party says I am number One Internet Star this Month

This is the link.

There are many other stars such sam pink and Ana Carrete

I like this list, it is made Martin Wall.

The Open End Reviewed Best Behavior

Here is the link to the review by Michael Davidson

Book Klub and interview with Sam Pink

Interview with Sam Pink

Book Klub from jordan castro on Vimeo.

Five Weeks till Graduation

I have been busy lately with school, the book, still working at a restaurant.

I still I am not sure where I am going to move in July, there are two possible locations but contingency and the gods will to have determine which one I go to.

Which is causing tension.

I have to give a powerpoint presentation at a conference on "High Debt and its Consequences on Government" Tuesday. I recently left my flash drive in a computer and it was stolen. The edited draft with the citations and the powerpoint were on it. I had to redo the powerpoint in a dark depression of hatred and will have to redo the citations and edit it again.

Studying the history of debt and our debt crisis was not good for my mental state. When the federal and state governments cut their budgets this year, it is going to cause around 200,000 to 300,000, maybe more not less people to be laid off. This is will cause a wave of shittiness in America. And all the pay cuts will cause shittiness. What is coming, is bad.

I am on a crazy diet to cure my psoriasis that doesn't allow me to eat pizza, cheeseburgers, Mexican food or kitkats. I also cannot drink alcohol and coffee. These food items make me very happy. Instead I'm eating gluten free cereal and salads.

I have lost 11 pounds in 5 weeks. I'm down to 173, I haven't weighed 173 since 2001. I am emaciated.

The psoriasis is healing on my body. The 'healing crisis' is still going on my scalp which is painful at times.

This is creating tension.

The dynamics the situation has created a feeling in me that I am "lost in my self"

Because I am spending so much time on my needs.

School is all about myself.

Work is all about myself.

The book is all about myself.

The diet is all about myself.

I think this is one the problems of modern America. It makes you very busy with things concerning yourself.

When you do things, that only concern you.

You don't feel part of the world.

When you don't feel part of the world.

You feel isolated.

Alienated.

I think this is why I have been doing interviews lately, to feel part of some social network, the online literary world.

Even though the online literary network is a collection of individuals living in isolation across America, Mexico, England, Canada and Spain.

It is strange, when you actually do something to help or participate in something in real life, it is causes a very real and concrete feeling.

When you help your elderly neighbor snowblow their driveway. You can see your neighbor in person, see the look on their face, you can even smell them, and reach out and shake their hand. It is very real. Concrete.

I hope after I graduate I get a job either with a business where I get to participate in how it works a little, or a job like the Vitamin Shoppe where I can least participate in helping people getting healthier, and by helping them get healthier I'm helping my local community get healthier.

A job where I don't feel so isolated. A life that just doesn't include myself.

my mother wrote an email

Dear,
Noah

I remember when you were little: you weren't that interesting. The television show Cheers was much more interesting than you. You've always had imagination but no application. Your lack of application reveals itself over and over again. Your attempts at creating something worthwhile, brings to mind only a sense of a little boy trying very hard to impress his peers. Your peers will never love you. Remember when you were in 8th grade and you didn't make the head of captain of the football team and you threw that little hissy fit. It never changes does it. The hissy fits. Over and over again with the hissy fits. Now you are 30, and you seem scared again. You are very good at being scared. You were always scared of work. Your body couldn't handle it. A weak body for a weak boy.

Your mother

Scott McClanahan

Scott McClanahan has a new book called Stories V.

I've read Stories 1 and Stories 2.

I liked them a lot.



Here is Scott reading