:: Buzzwords Archive: February 2013. Click here for the latest posts.

The Missing Links (published 27/02/2013)

Defining metamodernism. * Clarice Lispector on first kisses. * Susan Sontag on Walter Benjamin. * Deborah Levy‘s Black Vodka, “ominous, odd, erotic stories burrow deep into your brain, fabulously jolting, dreamlike. * Deborah Levy’s London. * Eerie images of London nights, 1934. * “Poetry does not have subject matter, because it is the subject.” Ashbery & Koch in conversation. * The sounds of Sam Lipsyte. * The weight of books. * 25 points on The Arcadia Project: North American Postmodern Pastoral. * No one reads Hob Broun. * The difference between a concept & a constraint. * Vini Reilly interviewed. * On Mina Loy‘s ‘Feminist Manifesto’. * Béla Tarr‘s film school. * Ruins in reverse. * Michael Seidenberg‘s unsolicited advice for living in the end times. * Necessary Fiction‘s writer-in-residence David Rose on UK indie publishing. * Gay Talese’s outline for ‘Frank Sinatra Has a Cold’ written on a shirt board. * HOAX magazine. * David Mitchell translates autistic teenager’s memoir. * BSJ, a “peer-reviewed journal aimed at promoting the work of B.S. Johnson through academic criticism, essays, interviews, review & creative work”. * Intoxication in Paris. * Is Louis CK our Gogol? * Christine M. Korsgaard on getting animals in view. * Proust’s handwriting is bad; it is the handwriting of a novelist rather than a dandy.” * Aleksandar Hemon‘s personal history of Sarajevo. * David Shields: “I use the internet as a tool to figure out where the war is being waged that day on our individual & collective minds.” * The cultural genetics of César Aira. * Carlos Labbé, your next favourite Latin American writer. * Ben Lerner on Keith Waldrop‘s haunted realism. * James Lasdun on being stalked & what D.H. Lawrence would do about it. * “It seems to me there are always two Perecs: the man awake – the Oulipian who builds the labyrinth – & the “man asleep” towards whose condition all his wakeful Oulipian structures tend.” * On Failure: A Writer’s Life. * Barthelme, & DFW‘s course syllabi. * Pynchon takes on Silicon Alley. More. * [Image: 50 Watts]

Totally Lee Rourke (published 26/02/2013)

Lee Rourke interviewed by Totally Dublin:

I’m obsessed with the writings of Jacques Derrida and with the poet Francis Ponge, in particular a work of his called Soap, where he treats poetry as if it were an experiment in a laboratory. He wants to approach the event of the object through language and its cleansing. He’s obsessed with paring language down in this sense, with not being poetic, with not being ‘literary’. And this correlates with what Derrida says in his reading of Hegel in Glas.

As readers, he says, we’re like a dredging machine that plunges into the water and lifts up the silt and the shit and the mud. What falls away in language is that quantity we can’t really come to terms with; that’s what we’re left with. It ties in with Wallace Stevens and that unanswerable imagination that we’re always trying to reach. The varroa destructor bit for me is the glitch, the gremlin, the part where language destroys or expunges itself. We can’t really reach those moments of beautiful imagination because language is there eating away and destroying everything we’re trying to achieve.

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I like the idea of detritus, going back again to Derrida and what’s left behind. For me, this endless search to create a grand unifying narrative is a loser’s game because it’s simply not possible to piece everything back together with language. Language lacks that ability. I prefer to have fun with the shards, with the detritus and the broken bits. I attempt to put them together, but I know there’ll be jagged edges and gaping voids in what I’m trying to piece together. And that’s perfectly fine by me.

Lee Rourke’s Varroa Destructor will be available soon from 3:AM Press.

I confess (published 22/02/2013)

Friend of 3:AM Tony O’Neill reads with Lydia Lunch and Bibbe Hansen at The Bowery Electric, as part of Shayni Rae‘s Truckstop Salon Sunday. The skinny:

Two trouble making bad ass babes riddled with chemical and hormonal imbalance and a survivor of the methadone clinics, shooting galleries, crack-houses, and flophouse hotels of Los Angeles and London come together to air their dirty laundry and confess their dastardly deeds. Using performance under the guise of poetry as both catharsis and exhibitionism, this is spoken word in the raw. Brutal. Hilarious. Heartbreaking. True tales from America’s dark side.