Forget that Harvard kid. This week’s plagiarist scandal involves Bret Easton Ellis. But in Bret’s case, he’s actually plagiarized himself! (via Bookninja)

The original unremastered Star Wars trilogy is being released to DVD. About goddam time.

Ron Silliman takes a recent Poetry Foundation study to task at great length: “As a one-time contributor to Poetry, I know that this doesn’t touch my world in any meaningful way. But here’s my question: does it touch the world of Christian Wiman and the current generation of old/new formalists he represents? If it does, how very sad for him. If it doesn’t, one wonders just how much money the Poetry Foundation sunk into this project. One can imagine the New York trade publishers funding this sort of research, because it really has more to do with their use of poetry as coffee table and Christmas gift-ware, what to give to that sensitive but strange niece, that sort of thing. But as a study of the sociology of poetry, what is most remarkable is just how far it misses the mark.”

New York Times: “Animal Collective played a set of well-practiced, neatly arranged freaking out, using electronic sound samples, processed guitar and lots of wild, elastic, almost ecstatic singing: working under the afternoon’s dry heat, the band seemed to be expelling demons and worked against the coziness and knowingness of the crowd, the I’ll-blog-about-you-blogging-about-me energy.”

Because, of course, when you’re in the middle of the desert dancing your ass off to groovy tunes with an unreliable cell phone, blogging is the first of your concerns.

(via Black Market Kidneys)