Nature
When he woke up he chose a bedcover of a different color every day. I should have suspected his priorities, but I thought he was being an architect.
He moved me from place to place, to fit the space and the arrangement of the furniture. I curled on the couch until he sat me on an easy chair, splashed me the table, lay me on our bed, or asked me to act according to my senses and find my place.
I breathed his breath.
Once, I asked him why he chose me and not anyone beautiful, and he said that beauty existed in angles the way music burst out of silence.
By Avital Gad-Cykman.
Stranger in Town…
This autumn (or fall, possibly), the Barbican will be running ‘Stranger In Town…’, a cine-literary season of American films featuring the compelling figure of the ‘stranger in town’, devised and curated by Jay Clifton (Lipstick Killers: The New York Dolls Story). Highlights include the Barry Gifford-themed evening on October 3, followed by the Warren Oates […]
Friday I’m in Love
By Travis Jeppesen. The noise furnished by New York City quartet Girls Against Boys has consistently defied comparison and categorization. Dangling somewhere between the distorted melancholic intensity of early ’90s Chapel Hill, North Carolina (Archers of Loaf, Superchunk, Picasso Trigger) and the harder edges of Washington, D.C. punk (which makes sense, as these guys originally […]
ampere’s and
Today’s quick lit [& alt.cult] links from around the web: Walt Whitman & the wounded soldiers of the American Civil War (via @BookRambler) & Ubu! Small but fascinating Flickr set of an Alfred Jarry bibliography (via @davidbmetcalfe) & Iain Banks (3:AM review here) interviewed by former mayor of London Ken Livingstone (via @MAOrthofer) & Michael […]
Return of the Brutalists
Not b éton brut architecture, but that trio of poets Tony O’Neill, Adelle Stripe and Ben Myers, who, alongside illustrator Lisa Cradduck, bring Cheap Thrills to the legendary Mineshaft Magazine. From the High-Low review: Of course, Mineshaft is about all of the odd and overlooked corners of our culture, from the poems of the Brutalists […]