Oversion’s Weblog

The resistance of the world to obscure publishing is so profound as to have become internalized: strange titles, unpronounceable titles, no titles at all, these are some of the starting points, and from there, decontextualizing and super-re-entextualizing content, deeply individualized distribution methods and unreachable proprietary personae, all this! before, before! before the world’s resistance to obscure publishing has even begun, if it ever really does. And yet these are some of the ones we here at OVERSION tend to note 

And while some of what you see here has been circulating for a month or more, some of it is very new, in fact actively vying for newest. Which is newer, INABAB or the collection of notes that John Curry dropped by with this week, so recently that I half expect my door buzzer to sound any time

I’ll have more to say of this soon, for now, the sheer pleasure of it, huge pages, delectable fonts, page density, enormous pages, sense of detail, it is no wonder that Curry’s efforts are viewed by some somewhere in the vestige of the sacred, often with an unstated sense of amazement that great and bipeds remain capable of such sustained focus (when not ordered around). 

Into which vast landscape arrive many more books, echoing, formulating, developing, collaborative and in the sense related that they are the personalized labour of creative, warm-breathing, social, intelligent, complex people willing to and desirous of burning their time in the production of novel, ideosyncratic, carefully made vehicles for such things as poetry and linguistic/ historical analysis, for fun, or “fur part” as the intro to INABAB has it. Most of us who work at such things, almost always without measureable gain, have one foot in the sane world, and so can laugh like kids at the results of the other, in the absolute unfettered. Lunatic puns, internal humour of every kind, a crazed bravery. And it is, it’s encouraging.

Without a doubt it massively enriches life, can seem to give life meaning at its moments between profound personal experience, something between birth and life and orgasm and madness that is also potently interesting, which I think makes the obscure book world triumphant.