Marco Sparks

Coming soon, but in the meantime, Marco Sparks did write a few posts here…


John Singer Sargent and Madame X.

Gustave Courbet and the desparate man.

For unlawful carnal knowledge.

Happy birthday, Counterforce!

The lovely girls of the internet from Down Under.

Woody Allen, murders, mystery, and marriage. At This Recording.

Britpop week! (with Lollipop Gomez)

The shit in your inbox and how people find us.

Darkness falls on black holes.

Casanova, 8 1/2, and the magic of Asa Nisi Masa.

German phrases, French artists, and the existentialism of Czech writers.

“What have you done of any importance other than be white?”

Blogging for peace is like fucking for virginity.

Marco Sparks thinks mysteries are wonderful things.

He also loves music and cats (but music much, much more so).

On beauty, commercialism, underrated Steven Soderbergh movies, and J. Lo (w/ Lollipop).

What we blog about when we blog about love.

Lost mania! (with Benjamin Light)

If you need me, I’ll be out there somewhere, howling at the moon.

The nymph in thy orisons.

Post Blog Post.

Criterion classics and auteurs, parts one and two and three and four and five and six and seven (and eight and nine?)(with August Bravo).

Take a Sunday drive with the heroes of the Spanish Civil War.

Contradictions and cosmic loneliness.

Talking with Lollipop about Lost and the internet and all of us and everything.

The Raven In The Promised Land.

And maybe some teevee.

You are cordially invited to the fake nuptials (and crazy sexy party afterwards).

Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping into the future.


The passing of David Foster Wallace and a supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again.

Shoplifting Tao Lin’s Shoplifting From American Apparel, then laying in bed and reading Bed, also by Tao Lin.

Even J.G. Ballard and the psychology of the future.

All you need is a clean, well lit place to blog in.

They are in love. Fuck the war.”

We’re going to need a bigger conceptual boat.

Thurber,  little girls lost in the woods, and some tasty short fiction.

Happy Bloomsday! I hope you get to spend it with some of those Andalusian girls.

“As soon as I knew that I would be all right, I was sure that I was dead and didn’t know it.”

Silence, cunning, and exile, and also Don Delillo.

First and last sentences and everything between.

The mad men and women of the suburbs.

Nobody wants flowers when they’re dead.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Even dead writers get the blues.


Marco Sparks has nothing against a good fuck but there’s danger here!

The angels and demons of the cinema.

Going crazy with Leonardo DiCaprio and Martin Scorsese.

“How do you defend yourself against a man with two dildos?”

Nick & Norah’s Infinite Shit List (with Lollipop).

Let The Right One sink their teeth right in.

“Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man!”

Cripplefights, child vampires, gas masks, and remakes.

The not so funny games we play with reality.

Election 2008:

In which we are one, but not the same.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The Pre-Debate A to Z‘s of Election 2008.

Marco Sparks sweats money and the bank is his shower.

Sarah Palin versus Joe Biden.

Twenty two days to go!

Third time’s the charm for John McCain?

You can twist and shout and let it all hang out!

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Something wicked this way came and it wasn’t me.

Tomorrow, part one: For a better way

Tomorrow, part two: Politics is bullshit!

And the winner is… John McCain!

The inauguration and the return of Lost make a wonderful combination.

Marco Sparks’ nerd cred cup spilleth over:

The robotcalypse inches closer on it’s metal paws.

Where no reboot has gone before.

And a very, very short post on The Dark Knight.

Who’s baby are you, Batgirl?

Reality, Virtual reality, and hyperreality.

Bank robbers, French hotties, and the illuminati.

Syence Fyction and (The Best Of) Sci-Friday!

Psychotropics, love triangles, and hitmen from the future.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

In which I talk about that which we all want to talk about: Sex with robots!

The return of James Bond, part one: Nobody does it better

The return of James Bond, part two: The property of a lady.

The return of James Bond, part three: Mr. Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.

The return of James Bond, part four: Do you like wild things, Mr. Bond?

All the best and weirdest shit is happening on The Fringe, baby.

The rise and fall of Marco Sparks and the Spiders from Mars!

Follow the yellow brick road to the dark side of the moon.

Murder, mayhem, and keggers, and also the end of Battlestar Galactica.

Hot celestial bodies and fatal attractions.

Cripplefights, child vampires, gas masks, and remakes.

Science DAMN YOU.

Where the wild things are, they make my heart sing.

Michelangelo and Liam Neeson and sacrifices that the island demanded.

Everyone lives three lives on the internet, no matter how distorted they may be.

I wish I had an evil twin.

Cthulhu Cthursday!

The Prank Call of Cthulhu Cthursday!

Cthulhu waits dreaming for your scared, pansy human ass on a Thursday afternoon.

Cthulhu would like to wish you a merry Christmas!

And also:

Just another Manic Monday of links.

Saturdays are boring.

Good blogger and bad blogger have left for the day: Marco Sparks says goodbye to The Shield.

Have moon, will walk: RIP Michael Jackson.

Let’s get trashy! Just like they do in Rome!

How I spent my Thanksgiving.

Marco Sparks’ heart keeps beating like a hammer.

On reality and insanity.

How do you make God laugh?

I want to be evil!

On animals, lesbians, writers, and the world wide web.

Music at the end of 2008 and the zeitgeist of the apocalyptic metanoia.

Attract the ladies and growl away your rivals.

Guess who, Batman?

Heaven is a place on Earth, but Hell is for children.

Marco Sparks will love you until the end of the world.

The girl of the moment.

Shia LeBeowulf would like to wish you and your mom a happy mother’s day.

My year in lists, part one: Are we human, or are we dancer? (with Lollipop)

My year in lists, part two: Best albums of the year (with Lollipop)

Nature porn.

You just can’t harvest your television, can you?

The year of blogging dangerously.

Heart(break) Songs (with Peanut St. Cosmo).

Season finale season.

All my friends, they died!

Man on the street, art on the street.

I only vacation when it rains.

Blog now and sleep when you’re dead.

Just a friendly reminder for the weekend warriors.


This will probably be updated further, but until then… Check out everything else I wrote.


Marco Sparks is a master of karate and friendship for everyone and also occasionally writes here and dabbles in the semi-official Counterforce tumblr. He blips here and can be reached via Marcosparks2012 AT gmail DOT com. Sometimes.


2 responses to “Marco Sparks

  1. holy shit! this is the longest bio page i’ve ever seen! i feel so inadequate all the sudden. 😦

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