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The Ugly


The Ugly The Ugly, is the story of Muzhduk the Ugli the Fourth, a member of a lost tribe of boulder-throwing Slovaks living in the mountains of Siberia whose land is stolen by American lawyers. He is sent on a quest to Harvard Law School to learn how to defeat the lawyers. Represented by the Carolyn Swayze Literary Agency.

Short Stories


The River Lena The River Lena, first chapter of The Ugly, published in Transition Magazine, Breadloaf nominee to Best New American Voices anthology.
Pulling Shadows Pulling Shadows, published in Fiction International Fiction International, winner of PEN/Nob Hill award.
Chicago Quarterly Review -- Metropolitan Avenue Metropolitan Avenue, in Chicago Quarterly Review.
Chicago Quarterly Review -- Before the Law: Rebuttal Before the Law: a Rebuttal, in Chicago Quarterly Review.
Rain, published in Phantasmagoria Rain, in Phantasmagoria.

Nonfiction


Conversation with Damien Hirst, published in C-Arts Magazine.
Fear, published in C-Arts Magazine.
Happiness, published in C-Arts Magazine.
Wianta: Love, published in C-Arts Magazine.
The World Wide Web of Word of Mouth, published in C-Arts Magazine.

The Beauty of the Lie, published in C-Arts Magazine.
Art as a Lifestyle, published in C-Arts Magazine.
Handbags of the Apocalypse, in C-Arts Magazine.
Astari: Hers, in C-Arts Magazine.
Suklu: Reading Objects, in Gaya Art News.
Synthetic Times: Media Art Now, in C-Arts Magazine.
The Other Shoe, in C-Arts Magazine.
Asia Unbound: New York's Asian Contemporary Art Week, in C-Arts Magazine.
Art and Automobile: BMW's Art Cars, in C-Arts Magazine.
Michelle Swayne: Magnet Bali, in Harper's Bazaar.
Made Wianta: Sharp, in Gaya Art News.
Michelle Swayne: Yellow, But Not The Sun, in C-Arts Magazine.
Indonesian Art and the Primordial Androgyne, in C-Arts Magazine.
Michelle Swayne: From Tennessee to Indonesia, in The Tennessee Tribune.
Sisi Puitik Pada Seni Rupa Michelle Swayne, in Suardi Magazine (pseudonymous).
Yellow, But Not the Sun, in Gaya Art News.
Nino Mustica: 11 Totems, in Gaya Art News.
Anti-Aging: 15 Cemeti Artists, in Gaya Art News.
Art Review: Filippo Sciascia, in Harper's Bazaar.
Dinosaurs on the Roof, in The Globe and Mail.
Earthquake in the Himalayas, in Shambhala Sun.
Bali: Paradise Lost, in The Globe and Mail.
Paradise, in Liberty.
Nepal Porters, in The Globe and Mail.

Legal


Ethics, Morals and International Law, in The European Journal of International Law, Oxford University Press.
The Development of Legal Culture in the Czech Republic, in The Golden Gate Law Review.

Selected Columns


  • Zen and Potatoes, Harvard Law Record, February 16, 1996.

  • Holmes' Cow, Harvard Law Record, March 1, 1996.

  • Gropius' Flesh, Harvard Law Record, March 15, 1996.

  • Law and Nudity, Harvard Law Record, April 19, 1996.

  • Ying, Yang and Sex, Harvard Law Record, April 26, 1996.

  • Survival Guide; But, Harvard Law Record, September 13, 1996.

  • Nebuchadnezzar, Harvard Law Record, September 27, 1996.

  • Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Harvard Law Record, October 4, 1996.

  • Toothless Bytes, Harvard Law Record, October 11, 1996.

  • Interviewing Chicken, Harvard Law Record, October 18, 1996.

  • Hide Away, Cover Up, Harvard Law Record, October 25, 1996.

  • Banana Leaves, Harvard Law Record, November 8, 1996.

  • Growling Humpty, Harvard Law Record, November 15, 1996.

  • Wooden Chairs, Harvard Law Record, November 22, 1996.

  • Santa's Hat, Harvard Law Record, December 6, 1996.

  • Listening to UFOs, Harvard Law Record, January 17, 1997.

  • The Horribles, Harvard Law Record, February 14, 1997.

  • A Pissoir of Androgynous Ghosts, Harvard Law Record, February 21, 1997.

  • Obituary, Harvard Law Record, February 28, 1997.

  • Cheez Whiz, Harvard Law Record, March 14, 1997.

  • Apocalyptic Zippering, Harvard Law Record, April 4, 1997.

  • Chronometric People, Harvard Law Record, April 11, 1997.

  • ...And Then He Piled Them Up In Piles, Harvard Law Record, April 18, 1997.

  • A Trip to the Land of the Law, Harvard Law Record, April 25, 1997.

  • Anomic Lawyers and Nomological Dog Food, Harvard Law Record, May 2, 1997.

  • Hung by Law (of Gravity), Harvard Law Record, January 15, 1999.

  • Elephants and Threes, Harvard Law Record, February 7, 1999.

  • Gotter(ver)dammerung, Harvard Law Record, February 2, 1999.

  • From Vibrators to Professors, Harvard Law Record, March 5, 1999.

  • A Real Story, Harvard Law Record, March 19, 1999.

  • Lex Est Summa Ratio In Exerptium Poohbium, Harvard Law Record, April 16, 1999 .

  • I'll Miss You Most of All, Scarecrow, Harvard Law Record, April 30, 1999.

Made Wianta: Sharp

wianta-sharp-faceThe demiurge turns demoniac to rip, slit, and slash the thin veneer of civilized society with which we dull ourselves into submission. He’ll stab, shear, cleave, rend, gash, chop, wound, jab, prick and amputate — slicing and cutting to make us whole again. Alive.

In Sharp, he fucks us with fifty pierced phalluses, he cuts us into strips and eat us. Vomits and bites us again, to pierce our imbecile parents, legal hypocrisies, and slave-morality religions — all the scaffolding we’ve erected to make ourselves flaccid, drained of strength. This is our safety: a tired vagina, a tired anus, sewed up by our daughter to keep the polluted seed inside. Sent home in tears. Something sharp is necessary.

The demon has a hard on. He has fifty hanging from the wall, each pierced by a cockring. Named, one for each of his friends — mine will be named Aleko (Alex + kontol) — because his violence is care. Love in death. Killing, power, strength. These were once life. We grabbed the intestines and sometimes disgorged them onto the floor. Now we have perusal and market analysis.

Like the old kings who sliced themselves to bits in ritualized regicides to revive the land, wianta-sharp-axethe demon does to the viewer what his razors and pins and swords do to the canvas. Cut, mangle, destroy, and make, in the end and almost by happenstance, beautiful.

Yes, sharp objects are both life and death. Without a sickle, scythe, and arrow we wouldn’t have eaten. Even forks and chopsticks. Our mind, sharper than any tooth or claw. Then I’ll put a shard of glass in your eyeball, bite chunks from your tongue, rip your testicles off with barbed wire. A meat cleaver to hack at your joints, so that quartered, like Damiens, you might live. Sleep on a bed of shattered bottles in the middle of the gallery. Wake up. Without a knife we neither live nor die. From the first snip of the umbilical cord — and yes, our daily lives — axes, saws, hooks, drills, razors to cut the little hairs. The arteries. Needles to patch clothes, to take medicine, to pass around filled with heroin and other people’s blood. A spoon to take out my eyes. Put my eyes in your pussy, the story’s moist ben wa balls. Upside down, hanged woman, smiling, cigarette in you mouth, can you jiggle my eyes from your cunt to your asshole and back? Can you make them dance? I’ll only believe in you if you can make them dance.wianta-razors

It started with a kris. Every man worth his name once had a kris.

When the demon was a demiurge, he created cosmic harmonies. But the balance for a stock portfolio is a nail. For sterile order is ecstatic anarchy. Once a year, who doesn’t need an orgy? Peace of death. Painful penetration of life. Wake up at three AM and fuck, suck, stick a finger in her ass. As the Kama Sutra shows us how to bite and claw, describes the marks of love, so the demon turns manic. Maniac. To kill. To rape. To love.

We are hungry. Made Wianta won’t feed us. But he’ll show us how to eat and fill the body. First you take something sharp.

Made Wianta: Sharp was originally published in Gaya Art News (December 2007)

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