3:AM Brasil: Welcome to Needland
The Needish male doesn’t spend half hour lonely, he doesn’t even go through the loving mourn of she, who landed a sandal right in the middle of his rear — the soft and life-size arse that had already prescribed the kick. He goes around and grasps the first one who walks in front of him, even if it is a plaster mannequin, as occurred to my friend Sizenando, the same one who worked as prime-cheated in the Rubem Braga’s chronicles. While the mannequin was led from one side to the other of the street, for an change of shop-windows, he threw himself at a blond plaster cast and fills it with sperm until these days.
By award-winning Brazilian writer Xico Sá.
Make Mine a Haut Medoc: Lyrical Libertine Mark Waugh
In the mid 90s I got hooked into the cyber revolution, casting extracts from these nights to the Whole Wide World. For me and collaborator, Julian Weaver the web became a new territory to explore which was linked to the attitudes of club culture in terms of its absence of hierarchy and affirmation of performative identity tropes. I don’t go to clubs much now, but for some, a Saturday night version of the club scene is as close as they get to the nocturnal economy.
Richard Marshall talks to novelist and curator Mark Waugh.