THERE ARE TWENTY ONE NUMBERS IN MY PHONE BY ZACHARY GERMAN

                Phones numbers are the windows to the soul. Every person keeps their phone number under wraps. Over the course of a lifetime digits are given out with startlingly frequency. Jobs require plenty of numbers people reaching out trying to make money. Bosses enjoy having the numbers of their employees in order to successfully gain dominance. Unequal equations reveal themselves in phone numbers. Respect has to be given to the bosses of the world. 

                The world of friendship remains far more complicated. People move apart. Staying in touch is nearly impossible. Hence people find themselves drifting away from their friends. Fallouts happen. More frequently the passage of time creates further growing and eroding people’s personalities respectively. After a while it becomes impossible to have an opinion. Ambivalence rules over the world with enough confusing signals. Lots of people fall under such categories unable to be easily identified. Years can go by and the phone number can still be there kept hidden forever. 

                Love hides all. Affection is a thing that can be chased via phone numbers. People give out their phone numbers to ensure they hear back from a potentially special someone. Just because somebody looks great and sounds cool late at night does not mean they are a long term lover. They could be a person for that night, the right one. Circumstances change all the time and nobody has a clue what they are doing. If that wasn’t the case there would be problems. 

                Out of all phone numbers parents are the ones that never change. Unlike friends and lovers parents are pretty much a certainty in any phone. They remain one of those grandfathered phone numbers the ones memorized back before the age of cell phones. It is strange how people used to memorize all phone numbers before technology made phone number memorization obsolete. A lot of memory has been transferred to the cloud allowing for people to have to remember less detail in a life. Rather a person needs to only know the structure with the technology filling in the blanks. 

                Blank life rules the phone world. Plenty of people talk on the phone and never meet. That is pretty typical. Unfortunately due to travel expenses not everyone can meet. Instead the slow insistence on distance means that people prefer not to meet face to face opting for far away actions. With the phone the close actions become far away as individuals focus their attention away from the real situations and into the digital. It is only the beginning.

a poem about new york city’s organic vegan restaurants by Zachary German



                Zachary German is quite the foodie. With this poem he explores the joy of eating at organic vegan restaurants. Food at organic vegan restaurants tend to vary from ‘oh dear no’ to ‘oh my goodness’ amazing. Prices at such establishments vary. Yes Zachary German is as right as rain about the inconsistent pricing. Quality in food depends on the taster and clearly Zachary German is a tastemaker via his olfactory system.
                Visits help Zachary German determine his feelings. As a Zachary German, Zachary German experiences a sense of ultimate well-being about his healthy eating habits. Eating out is a huge draw for tourists around the world. Unlike other parts of the world with terrible restaurants, New York City has good restaurants representative of basically every type of cuisine, especially the cheap kind. The cheaper the food the greater the art is the credo for restaurants across New York City advertising low cost and sweaty disgruntled atmospheres.
                Lunch specials are a necessity. Halfway through the day people get tired of their usually meaningless jobs. To successfully complete a work day means spending roughly ten dollars for food. Anything more is considered abnormal. Less is considered a ‘rare find’ with Zagat ratings and all that nonsense. Parents are taken out to lunch via their children. Since parents had to put up with their stupid offspring wasting tens of thousands of dollars, their stupid offspring are responsible for taking their parents out to dinner whenever they visit. Better yet is to find a really good place for a parental meal. If the meal is good enough the parents will forget about asking to see the wretched hovel that houses their stupid offspring.
                Ready-made food at a restaurant is incredibly lazy. Zachary German seems to think this is a good thing. It is not. A restaurant with pre-made food sounds like a cop out. Considering Zachary German’s outspoken opinions of cops he should never be in favor of some kind of cop out. Perhaps there is another reason he liked bonobo’s but the reason remains unclear. The people who pour Zachary German make him feel a certain way, and that way intensified at a restaurant. Fortunately Zachary German avoided the place for the most part, though that might have more to do with the cost.
                For the finale Zachary German admits he was tired. The phrase “stuff on stuff” is the title for the vaguest porno ever, the kind of porno that doesn’t know what its target market is and doesn’t care. All the “stuff on stuff” porno cares about is making people feel less alone. That is the true purpose of pornos.

a poem about new york city’s organic vegan restaurants by Zachary German

                Zachary German is quite the foodie. With this poem he explores the joy of eating at organic vegan restaurants. Food at organic vegan restaurants tend to vary from ‘oh dear no’ to ‘oh my goodness’ amazing. Prices at such establishments vary. Yes Zachary German is as right as rain about the inconsistent pricing. Quality in food depends on the taster and clearly Zachary German is a tastemaker via his olfactory system.

                Visits help Zachary German determine his feelings. As a Zachary German, Zachary German experiences a sense of ultimate well-being about his healthy eating habits. Eating out is a huge draw for tourists around the world. Unlike other parts of the world with terrible restaurants, New York City has good restaurants representative of basically every type of cuisine, especially the cheap kind. The cheaper the food the greater the art is the credo for restaurants across New York City advertising low cost and sweaty disgruntled atmospheres.

                Lunch specials are a necessity. Halfway through the day people get tired of their usually meaningless jobs. To successfully complete a work day means spending roughly ten dollars for food. Anything more is considered abnormal. Less is considered a ‘rare find’ with Zagat ratings and all that nonsense. Parents are taken out to lunch via their children. Since parents had to put up with their stupid offspring wasting tens of thousands of dollars, their stupid offspring are responsible for taking their parents out to dinner whenever they visit. Better yet is to find a really good place for a parental meal. If the meal is good enough the parents will forget about asking to see the wretched hovel that houses their stupid offspring.

                Ready-made food at a restaurant is incredibly lazy. Zachary German seems to think this is a good thing. It is not. A restaurant with pre-made food sounds like a cop out. Considering Zachary German’s outspoken opinions of cops he should never be in favor of some kind of cop out. Perhaps there is another reason he liked bonobo’s but the reason remains unclear. The people who pour Zachary German make him feel a certain way, and that way intensified at a restaurant. Fortunately Zachary German avoided the place for the most part, though that might have more to do with the cost.

                For the finale Zachary German admits he was tired. The phrase “stuff on stuff” is the title for the vaguest porno ever, the kind of porno that doesn’t know what its target market is and doesn’t care. All the “stuff on stuff” porno cares about is making people feel less alone. That is the true purpose of pornos.

raccoonsarenotafraidofpeople

raccoonsarenotafraidofpeople:

Raccoon Remix.  2012.

                Raccoons make amazing remixes. Few would guess a raccoon would be behind the greatest video remix of culture. Culture is all around up in this massively distorted video/audio project. At times completely incomprehensible it is a pulsing being of pure energy. More than a video the Raccoon Remix is the world viewer through the less of those smart enough to pull back and escape. Watching this video requires complete and full attention. Despite the amorphous nature of the video a few common themes appear again and again.

                Zachary German appears many times in this video. This is due to his blockbuster hit ‘Shitty Youth’ which came out fairly recently. Sure other alt lit writers appear: Tao Lin, Steve Roggenbuck, Megan Boyle and Jordan Castro make guest appearances. For some reason Zachary’s face interests the raccoon the most. Zachary’s face bleeds into and out of its surroundings. Does Zachary German’s face represent the end times? When the world ends will the final words be Zachary German’s infamous phrase of ‘Kill cops. Why not? Look at them. They’re horrible. I don’t know.’

                Law enforcement is shown more frequently however. Putting the bad guys away is what law enforcement does. Every time somebody is smoking up (and there’s a lot of footage of that in the video) law enforcement arrives to save the day. Whatever raccoon created this remix is clearly a fan of America’s hard working police force. Dangerous drug fiends litter the streets of America. It is up to America’s law enforcement to pick up the trash. Besides this there is real Manson footage, various evil doers and other assorted pieces of trash. 

                Speaking of trash politicians take up a large chunk of the footage. This includes the recent footage from the 2012 election along with earlier politicians. Bill Clinton makes his way into the infinitely growing jam. George W. Bush, America’s beloved former leader, makes a rare post-presidential appearance. Even older presidents wedge their way into this mega-mix. In fact there is a surprisingly calm moment where a speaker discusses how to be an intellectual. It is simple: just realize everything is hopeless. People laughed at him. But he was probably right or hopelessly pessimistic. 

                By the end of the video the graphics change dramatically. From the macro level of world events, drug busts, and bursts of violence is the micro world of cell biology. Here the cells take over. There is no stopping it. The end of the world will be full of evil micro biology perpetuated by raccoon remixes. Consider this remix a basic sample of what’s to come.

Shitty Youth




                Zachary German is an anomaly. A twenty-something writer of alternative fiction with zero web presence whatsoever yet not so long ago he was all there. What happened? Shitty Youth presents the portrait of the artist who doesn’t give a fuck. German has structured his life from the creation of culture to the consumption of it. Here the documentary focuses on German going from wanting to be a part of the literary scene to wanting to be apart from the literary scene. German states ‘I don’t think that what they are doing is interesting or worthwhile so I don’t need to talk to them’ regarding the more recent phenomena of alt lit or online literature. 

                German is alone. In front of a microphone for Shitty Youth, his radio show, he is alone. Kitchens are vacant sans German and his minimal radio equipment. Out walking dogs for his job he remains alone. Whether or not there is an audience is irrelevant for German. He does what he wants how he wants. German’s criticism and thoughts on literature are amazing. If he ever wanted to do literary criticism he seems to have the analytical mind and interest. Motivation and meeting his internal standards would continue to be a problem like it has been for his fiction however. 

                Figures within the literary community discuss German. Some of them claim to be his ‘friends’. German’s ‘friends’ like David Fishkind claim to see him once every two months, hang out with him without talking to him, and are abruptly told to leave. Tao Lin states German wants no online presence and relishes the ability to tear it down. Tao Lin also talks about how Zachary may be genius level in terms of how he writes. David Fishkind describes the style German uses and the effectiveness of it. Indeed German’s art appeals to people far more than German as a person. 

                Marshall Mallicoat states ‘he’s an ubermensch, he doesn’t need anybody’. This is reflected in how German interacts with the world. Out of all the people interviewed about German the best moment comes with Brandon Scott Gorrell. Here is where the philosophy of Zachary German becomes clear. The concept of ‘Apathyiscool’ German’s old twitter handle is taken apart. And the ending result after Gorrell is done is of a life sans accompaniment akin to a modern day hermit. For German appears fine with loneliness even prefers it. Alone German does not need to validate or respond to anyone. This may explain his desire to avoid online interaction. 

German discussion on his writing it is illuminating. Here is where some of the worry of ‘Is German ever going to come out with another book’ gets addressed. Right as he says that his book sucks he stares blankly at the screen, sad for a moment, and then moves the talk to wondering where they are.  Parts of the documentary get self-aware with German stating ‘That’s so stupid to need an arc’. Out of this comes perhaps the saddest part of the film. Right as German reads in Florida to a crowd inclined to like his work he finds a typo. “Robert takes an ice cube tray out of the ice cube” – this is a typo that most would automatically correct. German doesn’t. Rather he says ‘I was so good for so long’. 

‘I was so good for so long.’ This may be the answer to everything. Why German exists as two separate people: the one that existed for his ‘Eat When You Feel Sad’ publishing phase and the post-publication work. Here German appears to show that he genuinely feels trapped and unable to do anything that meets his own self-imposed publication standards. An artist trapped is what comes out of the movie at the end. After the reading German watches dogs race. He appears disinterested in what is going on and the camera pans out, showing him standing alone in the darkness with Americana surrounding him.

Shitty Youth

                Zachary German is an anomaly. A twenty-something writer of alternative fiction with zero web presence whatsoever yet not so long ago he was all there. What happened? Shitty Youth presents the portrait of the artist who doesn’t give a fuck. German has structured his life from the creation of culture to the consumption of it. Here the documentary focuses on German going from wanting to be a part of the literary scene to wanting to be apart from the literary scene. German states ‘I don’t think that what they are doing is interesting or worthwhile so I don’t need to talk to them’ regarding the more recent phenomena of alt lit or online literature. 

                German is alone. In front of a microphone for Shitty Youth, his radio show, he is alone. Kitchens are vacant sans German and his minimal radio equipment. Out walking dogs for his job he remains alone. Whether or not there is an audience is irrelevant for German. He does what he wants how he wants. German’s criticism and thoughts on literature are amazing. If he ever wanted to do literary criticism he seems to have the analytical mind and interest. Motivation and meeting his internal standards would continue to be a problem like it has been for his fiction however. 

                Figures within the literary community discuss German. Some of them claim to be his ‘friends’. German’s ‘friends’ like David Fishkind claim to see him once every two months, hang out with him without talking to him, and are abruptly told to leave. Tao Lin states German wants no online presence and relishes the ability to tear it down. Tao Lin also talks about how Zachary may be genius level in terms of how he writes. David Fishkind describes the style German uses and the effectiveness of it. Indeed German’s art appeals to people far more than German as a person. 

                Marshall Mallicoat states ‘he’s an ubermensch, he doesn’t need anybody’. This is reflected in how German interacts with the world. Out of all the people interviewed about German the best moment comes with Brandon Scott Gorrell. Here is where the philosophy of Zachary German becomes clear. The concept of ‘Apathyiscool’ German’s old twitter handle is taken apart. And the ending result after Gorrell is done is of a life sans accompaniment akin to a modern day hermit. For German appears fine with loneliness even prefers it. Alone German does not need to validate or respond to anyone. This may explain his desire to avoid online interaction. 

German discussion on his writing it is illuminating. Here is where some of the worry of ‘Is German ever going to come out with another book’ gets addressed. Right as he says that his book sucks he stares blankly at the screen, sad for a moment, and then moves the talk to wondering where they are.  Parts of the documentary get self-aware with German stating ‘That’s so stupid to need an arc’. Out of this comes perhaps the saddest part of the film. Right as German reads in Florida to a crowd inclined to like his work he finds a typo. “Robert takes an ice cube tray out of the ice cube” – this is a typo that most would automatically correct. German doesn’t. Rather he says ‘I was so good for so long’. 

‘I was so good for so long.’ This may be the answer to everything. Why German exists as two separate people: the one that existed for his ‘Eat When You Feel Sad’ publishing phase and the post-publication work. Here German appears to show that he genuinely feels trapped and unable to do anything that meets his own self-imposed publication standards. An artist trapped is what comes out of the movie at the end. After the reading German watches dogs race. He appears disinterested in what is going on and the camera pans out, showing him standing alone in the darkness with Americana surrounding him.