Now the stark elders have an anorexic look; there is not much in the autumn wood to make you smile but it is not yet, not quite yet, the saddest time of the year. Only, there is a haunting sense of the imminent cessation of being; the year, in turning, turns in on itself. Introspective weather, a sickroom hush. What is […] made of? Birdbones and tissue paper. spun glass and straw.
Completing 3:AM’s Blackstar Saturday, Andy Warhol and Angela Carter make an oblique pass at Blackstar.