FOOTNOTE. For some time now I’ve been feeling endlessly reflected in a hall of mirrors. I no longer know what happened to whom, or where the door—the exit—is located. My footnotes have lost their meaning. Some other hand has dipped into the text. That which had been my book appears to be riddled with so many holes that anyone can sneak into it anywhere. We’ll soon find out where this will lead. Who in the world is this character who fills up notebooks? I’m puzzled—or act as if I am. What for? I don’t even know that, it seems.
Tuesday November 10, 2009 at 8:09
Tuesday October 06, 2009 at 16:41
Asobi Seksu - Transparence
Friday September 25, 2009 at 23:26
Andrzej Klimowski - Martwy Cien AKA Dead Shadow [1980]
Tuesday September 22, 2009 at 21:23
Kings of Convenience - Failure
Sunday September 20, 2009 at 18:51
Wednesday September 16, 2009 at 10:37
Jonathan Lethem on JG Ballard
Ballard was the poet of desolate landscapes marked by signs of a withdrawn human presence: drained swimming pools, abandoned lots littered with consumer goods, empty space stations, sites of military or vehicular tragedies.
via NYTimes
Monday September 14, 2009 at 10:00
Jim Carroll RIP: 8/1/1949 - 9/11/2009
Jim Carroll, the poet and punk rocker in the outlaw tradition of Rimbaud and Burroughs who chronicled his wild youth in “The Basketball Diaries,” died on Friday at his home in Manhattan. He was 60.
via nytimes
Wednesday September 09, 2009 at 14:48
Wednesday September 02, 2009 at 22:57
How much of your memory is true?
“Every time we remember, it seems, we add new details, shade the facts, prune and tweak. Without realizing it, we continually rewrite the stories of our lives. Memory, it turns out, has a surprising amount in common with imagination, conjuring worlds that never existed until they were forged by our minds.”
Sunday August 30, 2009 at 17:17
The Sound of Settling
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