Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs

                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right

                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:

And – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

             Recently I have also decided to start a Fiverr account which basically expands what I do on a regular basis into new forms. If you are interested in my Fiverr work (want something written, shared, re-tweeted, etc.) you can go:


They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Advertising on Beach Sloth

                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:


                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.
                Patreon (NEW) go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Beach Sloth - It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside it’s what’s on the internet that counts 11.0

                Among the masterpieces of the world Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the best. Other forms of art are stupid compared to what Beach Sloth has effortlessly accomplished in his debut poetry publication. Writers yearn to truly navigate the depths of the human soul the way an anonymous dad sloth does with absolute ease. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth goes from hilarious to tragic in mere fractions of an inch. Of course this may be due to the font size but it is a grand testament to Beach Sloth’s powers as a highly blogging entity that his work appears to be perfected within these hallowed pages. 

                Trees give their lives for books but usually those books are not as good as Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Few things can be. Beach Sloth has for years, nigh decades, supported people. His credo of “Support Each Other” can be felt throughout the surprising debut poetry collection. At times dark and touching Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection takes a different approach from his actual blogging material. Yes the playfulness is still there. Yet there is specific commentary on some of the people that Beach Sloth truly cares for both people he has encountered and people he grew up with. For limiting the collection to random strangers, while fitting his blog’s aesthetic, is thrown aside for a more personal approach. 

                What is most interesting about Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the dearth of sloths. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth fails to mention much in the way of actual sloths. Maybe this is because Beach Sloth feels it is too painful to reflect upon growing up in a human’s world as a mere sloth covered in algae hanging off of trees. Currently few are interested in the secret lives of sloths excluding the valiant efforts of a select few biochemists who realize that sloth algae could provide a plethora of life-extending and life-improving pharmaceuticals. 

                Until such time as scientists are able to cure common ailments using sloth back algae, there is Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Sure maybe Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection will be unable to cure the common cold but it can improve the spirit and isn’t that just as good, if not better? There is a lot of harshness in life a lot of people who feel like doing it alone. Life does not need to be that way. People are social creatures and with Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection people will feel closer together. And that is better than any medicine. 

                Go HERE to learn more about the importance of Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection,how to order, and how to have a fun time in general. 

Note for Book Price: While I have a 'pay what you want' feature I would say that the minimum suggested price for the book is $13 US/Canada, $18 International (I figure I am going to be sending a lot of stuff internationally).

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Excerpt of FIRE SIGN by Katherine Osborne

Trees are invented by some rather intelligent people. This is hidden from view for years. People have a need to control everything even the trees for the trees have eyes and see the world longer. Carefulness is important in a world full of chaos. Individuals who warn about being careful ought to realize that maybe they need to do a little bit of introspection to see what it is that is happening in their own lives. 

Geography is limitless. Many feel it is limiting forcing people to live within specific confines. Nothing could be further from the truth. Life requires that there is a sense of geography where everything is located and constantly moving. Vacations are short-lived attempts to understand new places. Every place has a different flavor. Near the ocean is salty the wind is stronger. This is what defines a particular place the knowledge that the world can have so many different spaces and these spaces help to define people. Sleep helps people think about the world they inhabit and what they can do differently in the future. A life is the ultimate livestream. People live their lives with the knowledge that there will always be onlookers, judging them and hoping for them, depending on their relationship. 

Poets have strange relationships with others. They take words and give them new meanings and move them into new neighborhoods. Without this moment the words would suffer unable to find any sort of desirable property to call their own. Death has a strange way of making words harder to come by, as if words with all of their useful purposes realize that the world has gone dark. With this darkness, this heavy spirit, the words realize their importance and are scared of the implications. 

Sometimes people opt not to confront the truths of death and of fixed periods of time. With every passing year it can become much more difficult to try and find meaning in death. Aging does a particularly fine job of making death loom ever larger. Passing years means a person begins to come towards the end of their lives. The years become more and more expensive as a person grows older, accumulates experiences and objects, finally realizing that those items shall be passed to outlive them. 

Malls in that sense are forms of immortality. People live forever in malls with tons of purchases ready to be made at a moment’s notice. The purchases of life are never satisfied. 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Have U Seen My Whale #8

Bringing this issue to a delightful conclusion is the third and final chapter in Have U Seen My Whale #8 history. For this all stops have been dropped, popped, and locked. This is the future and it is whale-based. 

Suzanne Pearman remains ill like the illest hot dog that has ever hit the pavement. That’s a pretty ill sort of thing. Meat remembers everything that happened to it because it used to be a living thing. Long ago meat frolicked and years later meat simply sits in someone’s digestive tract. 

Sian Rathore measures time. Life is all about time. Many millennia ago some fool decided that time was an important thing to have. John Zerzan hates it and so do people. Every year people get older becoming their own ancestors. With every year the origin story gets ever more confused. Gadgets do wonderful work in wasting this artificial construct. Technology flows into a life taking it over invading it. Laziness helps to fight against the tyranny of productivity. Nobody needs to be productive. It is a lie. Love takes a while to perfect and even longer to actually have. Most don’t even experience it but they lie to themselves to convince themselves that they do. 

Paloma Ruiz watches the cold rush a person. Now that person is sick. They could do nothing to prevent it. Humans are hot-blooded creatures. Fabrics wrap around people in a futile attempt to keep them warm but it is all for nought. Snakes unhook their jaws when they kiss. A handful of people can do this devouring their prey whole. Bites are full of dancing the chews are able to tear apart the food of the world leaving nothing left in their wake. Bangs grow up to become shebangs that is how aging works. Cars crash into each other and that’s the price of progress: inevitable death. 

Changming Yuan crosses legs which means there are some irate legs out there. Minds wander all the time it is up to people to bring them back into reality. Harmony comes when everything else has been exhausted. Spirits live in water and water keeps them alive. People are haunted by the letter y because it makes them re-examine everything they ever knew about the world which wasn’t that much but it was enough. Frogs hide from the cities frogs can’t make it in rat races. Frogs are too slow for the fast-paced world around them. Wood hinders fire by helping it grow south. From the depths of forests comes the wood of the world ready to tell of their lives in small crackles. History is burned away with firewood hundreds of years gone. Transmission through the throat are worth listening to because the thousand words equal one picture. 

Thus ends the epic search for a whale, at least for now. The interesting thing is how the whale’s search never really ends. For years the whale has wandered, watching its numbers increase and decline. One day the whale will be victorious and the fine-feathered staff at “Have U Seen My Whale” will be there to take it all in. 

Monday, August 31, 2015

Have U Seen My Whale #8

What better way to open up today’s coverage of a poetry collection than a poem about beards? Poetry wouldn’t even exist without beards. That’s the truth or the lie. Maybe poetry needs to drop the beard to get real. Only time will tell. 

Nolan Allan likes long bearded men because they know how to keep their faces warm. Days slide into water specifically waterslide into all of it. The dead planets populate the solar system since life has few places it can live. Everything about nostalgia is great. Nostalgia is a low-stakes take on the present and it offers little way of truly offending anybody with all the bad parts edited out. Bad behavior rules in the past because people like to think of how much progress they have made since then but it is never easy to determine how much progress has ever been made. 

Morgan Miller spends time with Henry Miller. Words are neutered all the time. That is what power does to language it deemphasizes it making it easier and easier to handle. Nobody wants to read sensual things yet there are ways of introducing it the idea of birth happening over and over again. 

Jakob Maier cultivates the crops of the future. Growth with thought takes a lifetime. By the time somebody understands what to do with their life they have already lived it and it is over. The world was built in the image of the sparrow spritely and swiftly moving in an empty universe. Around the body are tattoos even if they weren’t done in ink. People remember the marks on their body and what brought them there. The best tattoos rest in private places and are tattoos of marvelous things like tube socks. Collarbones have high collars and the eyes are never at eye level, never. 

Gerard Mazza talks of fast tempos. People enjoy getting to things quickly. Instant gratification has become an economic model for millions. They know not of the long haul and are disappointed when things do not immediately work out. Eventually patience is learned though it is always a steep learning curve the kind of incline a person could hurt themselves on. Falling down on the spicy forms of food bring things down specifically tears because spice becomes a toughness kind of thing. With enough ghost stories even death becomes yet another test of endurance. 

Marie Nunalee knows the sun threw three rocks into the atmosphere. The sun was making a statement. The sun knew the atmosphere would tear those rocks apart with delicious buttercream ice cream. Urges are an important part of being alive it is the only way living works. Public bathrooms show a wide variety of life from the happy to the absolute despondent and everywhere in between. Cities are made of public bathrooms as they give hint of how kind the place will be. Food encrusted stuff is a must for the cities of the world people and their respective creatures need to stay alive anyway they possibly can. 

Tomorrow brings this delightful collection to a luscious conclusion. 

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Have U Seen My Whale #8

Been a while since anybody has seen that whale. After a long time the whale is back. Many think they are searching for a whale but whales are not found they are born. With this latest issue Have U Seen My Whale continues to expand its horizons into that very wonderful thing, the horizon. For the sun never sets on the whales of the world for the whales of the world remain underwater staying nice and cool. 

Manuel Arturo Abreu knows about the wind shackle which presses doors shut. The morning dust is rubbed out of the eyes to see the world clearly with fully alert skin-colored eyes. Winter wrecks the eyes makes them cold and different, tearful, dropping to the ground with the temperatures. Coconuts protect them all from the oversized crabs on South Pacific islands. Those crabs are the size of garbage cans. Breaking happens to the bad objects of the world which is why recycling exists. Coconut water helps to clear the air in the islands of the world from Bora Bora to Brooklyn. Figures find themselves boiled over in love for their surroundings. Sacred in their distance they find their way though it happens ever so gradually. Lots of stuff streaming in the consciousness barely enough to fully understand. Empathy is key and unlocks many doors. Ghosts exist at parties they stand in the corners and wait until they can leave without being detected. Deep in the bones plenty of things are felt from love to growth in the bloodstreams of the living. 

Fisayo Adeyeye gets lost in a blood bank. That’s dank. People collect blood for their injured. Limbs are lost in car crashes to keep the world efficiently running. Cameras capture the before and after of the world. Faces find themselves in metal frames known as picture frames because people like capturing good sides. Coughs in sleep are enough to wake a person up to the beauty that surrounds them in the world. Food eating requires both sides of the mouth though mouths always have a preferred side. Tastes are audible when they are good enough. 

Tori Aitken dusts while another does the dishes just a dandy domestic day. Oranges smell amazing and wake up many people across the world. Mountains are wolfed down to make way for coal, particularly clean coal though clean coal is a total lie. Holograms starve all the time as they have no digestive tract. Articulation challenges people to speak up against violent skies. Bookshelves are best dusted without books because nobody needs all that knowledge. 

Knowledge is a great thing to avoid except when it comes to the big things. Everything learned in kindergarten has eternal relevance. For now the Have U Seen My Whale #8 takes a break, ready to be back for yet another glorious day on Beach Sloth’s impressive blogspot. 

Carousel - 2113

Carousel’s 2113 is a force of nature. Sounding straight out of the 70s Carousel highlight the best of that gigantic muscular style. Their chops are impressive and they tap into an overwhelming sound whether they are pummeling the listener with hyperactivity or slow dirges. Whatever their particular approach they dominate fully and completely. Volume is a must as these are pieces that were made to be as loud as possible. 

Wasting no time they throw the listener right into the thick of things with “Trouble”.      Moving things into an infectious groove with an exceptional drum and bass workout is the raw sound of “Photograph”. “Jim’s Song” burns through its track length with absolute ferocity with Dave Wheeler’s vocals as a true highlight of the piece. Aptly named “Highway Strut” employs an ideal driving rhythm that does not quit with a sense of hope tying everything together. Going for the slow burn is the expansive “Strange Revelation” whose dreamier elements build themselves up into a fevered pitch for the song’s satisfying finale. By far the highlight of the album is the title track “2113”. For “2113” Carousel create a sense of tension punctuated by some incredible guitar solos. “Turn to Stone” has Carousel closing the album on a tender note.  

2113 carefully comes together into a concise mix tapping into the best elements of classic rock, from the overwhelming rhythms to soaring guitar solos. 2113 shows off the sheer power Carousel possesses.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Peter Kater - Love

On “Love” Peter Kater displays his impressive talent proving why he is one of the best pianists around today. With a multitude of accolades already to his name, “Love” proves that they are well-deserved. Elegant and stylish Peter Kater has a voice that is uniquely his own. The piano here is mined for an emotional depth that few can reach. By letting these pieces nicely flow into each other the songs possess a unique spirit about them as they glide towards tender terrain. 

Carefully drawn out the opening track “Love” is a patient and kind piece of work. Peter Kater lets it build up moving into some breathtaking flourishes. Conjuring up images of Debussy is the gentle spirit of “Innocence” where his delicate touch shows the infinite optimism that flows through much of the album.  Rhythmically soothing is the powerful work of “Deeply” as it ebbs and flows from the subdued to the stratospheric. Easily the highlight of the album is the divine work of “Intimacy”. On here Peter Kater lets the sound simply linger as the cyclical nature of the piece lets it gradually come into full bloom. Full of sheer loveliness is the hallowed tones of “Union” where Peter Kater’s work gains great volume benefitting from his passionate performance, like a sonic approximation of a raging sea. Bringing the album to a close is the meditative spare work of “Passion”. For this track Peter Kater celebrates space as the piece is drawn out into dreamier territories. 

Melodically sound, resonant, and rich Peter Kater’s “Love” is a gem of an album. It can be found right here

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Delete Your Account! Live

Where did your online presence begin? It is a question people ask themselves every day as they get trapped in an infinite feedback loop of social media. Lesser accounts shared on greater accounts, how did it come to this? Fortunately there is a group located in a super-secret location in Manhattan, specifically at 2180 3rd Ave, New York, New York 10035 coming together to try and shine some light on this difficult topic. 

The life of the online presence is a fascinating one. Early on in the life of an online presence there are a lot of kinks to work out. Origin stories are one of the exciting parts of an online presence’s career. Usually online presences get paid in tens, sometimes hundreds, of cents throughout their not particularly lucrative careers. Perhaps most intriguing is the many permutations of an online presence which in many ways mirror the experiences the presence has as they mature from troll to a post-troll figure. 

Post-troll is what happens when the joy of trolling ends. Everybody starts out as a troll. The world needs them to some degree. Some never really go beyond troll as being a troll is a particular unique online experience. Even more start their online presence as lurkers, those who have accounts for the sole purpose of following more prolific accounts. For these individuals the world is a place that they feel the need to shadow. 

Online presences began long ago in a world with slower internet connections. Those initial sites are full of embarrassing things. Plenty of those sites are now fully abandoned. Myspace is the Detroit of the Internet with the pages recalling individuals in their teens and early twenties ready for excitement. Songs play instantly on those sites welcoming the few that continue to roam, lost in an Internet that has passed them by. 

Few ever look back on those early days of their internet usage. They forgot what made their work so spectacular. With those first steps they began a career that continued onward into the future. Lots of lines written, journal entries shared with the world, and they were mere practice for what was to come much later. The nice thing about these early attempts is is they are all cached. With the rare instances when someone was foolish (smart) enough to delete them, they are still there waiting for a new set of eyes. 

This is the purpose of this reading: to celebrate the baby steps of a beautiful bouncing addiction to the internet.