Dissatisfaction, The Biographers, and Imagining Phoebe
A man who was dissatisfied with his penis went to the movies one sunny day. As it was a sunny day, the movie theater was empty. As the movie theater was empty, the projectionist did not notice that the man who was dissatisfied with his penis was in the audience, so he didn’t run the film. The man who was dissatisfied with his penis was very upset. Not only do I have an unsatisfactory penis, he thought, but I am sitting in a dark, silent movie theater, missing a perfectly beautiful day.
By Peter Cherches.
Closed Circuit Literature
Barber’s finely tuned historico-sanatorium mentality presents a chemical formula for the city whose three constituent particles are ‘… the digital city, the banal city of well-functioning, corporate mundanity, and the never-built city of looted grandeur and genocidal power that had been designed to form the pivotal site of Europe.’ It is from Hitler’s room in Linz’s Wolfinger Hotel that Barber returns again and again to the urgent hysteria of the hallucinatory panic that is the ethical and aesthetic spinal column of all his work. Which city is the real city? Which history is the more truthful? Which dream is the city’s? Who is the city? Where is the city? Where do they go?
Richard Marshall on Stephen Barber‘s Cities of Oblivion.
Radio on
For those of you who missed Tony O’Neill on the wireless last night, you can listen back to the mighty ‘Rob and Jack America’ show. Also worth checking out Jack Henry’s Heroin Love Songs journal.