The Missing Links
Will Self, “the only gay writer in Britain who’s a practising heterosexual” * Jessa Crispin on Re-Make/Re-Model: Becoming Roxy Music: “Michael Bracewell‘s history of Roxy Music does not go for conventional thinking — not about the band, and certainly not about how to write a rock biography. There are no stories of life on the […]
Guilty pleasures
This week 3:AM briefly commends to your attention: * Wordle – better than tag clouds (sorry, James), Wordle is “a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. You can tweak your cloud with different fonts, layouts, and […]
Resist, rebel, relax…ahh: The Offbeats at the KGB Bar
During the break Kendra told me that they’d found some rotten spring onions in a bin on the way there, and she and Tao planned to throw them at Zachary while he read. He read about fifteen short poems from The Name of This Band is the Talking Heads in a disinterested fashion, and didn’t laugh or smile much. Everyone else laughed a lot. It felt like Zachary German was playing around with monotony and finding something new in it. The spring onions got thrown near the end, but missed.
Chris Killen reports from an Offbeat gathering in New York.
One Break, A Thousand Blows!
The perversity of the book rests in this conflict. It can’t be avoided by any sprightly reader. The conflict in fact works in both directions, to add to the multiplicity of its perversity. The book also, simultaneously, presents itself as a text. The beautifully produced object with its lists, white spaces, blanked out lines and so on comes on as if an artful glory of semiotextual post-post structuralist nnnnnn to reveal, once more, how regna cadunt luxu and the possibilities of treating the Tournament of S, Croce as a mere reportage. It looks like a text, thinks like a text but it reads like a novel.
By Richard Marshall.