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-i write this sitting on a rock in the arse-end of nowhere. i actually got lost half an hour ago & ended up in some kind of farming metropolis, surrounded by agitated horses. but all is well; i am now enthroned in state upon a shapely rock, looking out at the valley. i think the…
how do you even watch a lynch movie? pausing it every few seconds to google this or that oddball symbol or uncomfortable sex scene? frantically trying to 'work out', to analyse? i find that i just have to submit to the experience. sit back & let the weirdo magic put me under, & read the…
my speech from the uea 'reading matters' conference 2018. performed whilst pacing around the auditorium in a dressing-gown & a faceful of fake diamonds. rosemary tonks' poems take place within a kind of highly extravagant dreamscape. she's generally regarded as a quintessential poet of the sixties, but i'm not sure that's really true. time is…
-my rosemary tonks presentation is undone, A Certain Project is languishing on 23k, & all our tea-towels are starting to smell funny. but i don't care because i'm reading ada or ardor & it's so dense & sumptuous & weird & i cannot. put. it down. -finished king john; onto the merchant of venice! this…
wow, so, i just realised there's a trailer out for the house that jack built, i.e lars von trier's serial killer film. i've been psyched for this for a year & now i wonder what on earth i thought it was going to look like. as though this sort of material in these particular hands…
-so, i've just been informed by the doctor that, due to an unidentified muscle injury, i can't do any high impact sports for at least a week. which means no running. which kinda sucks out loud, because i'm a running junkie & it happens to be my only really clear thinking-space & there's nothin quite…
Watched 'MirrorMask' yesterday. I sort of loved it. It's absurdly and sincerely bizarre. The images are strange, beautiful, arresting. And they are images- I wouldn't call them shots- they're glowing shifting flickering things, like the crackle of old jazz spilling from a gramophone. McKean uses slow dreamy fade-outs, jewel colours, wonderful sets. His painty fingerprints…
