‘Elision’ – excerpt from Dysfunctional Males
Goswell Road was as quiet as Beech Street. Perhaps the only difference was the rain wetting the pavement, flogging the acrylic bus stop. Only rain. Both roads were very quiet. He could see Beech Street disappearing towards Moorgate from where he was. The lack of rain in the tunnel facilitated a difficult act of viewing, just enough to be able to say that Beech Street was vanishing towards Moorgate. The Barbican towers disappearing in the rain too. He could also see the other side of Goswell Road. But he couldn’t see the right end of Goswell Road – he wouldn’t be able to see the bus – he needed to be extra careful and attentive. And then he swung back and forth on his heels a bit faster.
By Fernando Sdrigotti.
The Betrayals of the Avantgarde: Karel Teige’s Cine-Poetics and Beyond
Avantgardism has always been vested in ideological struggle, though in retrospect this struggle is frequently aestheticised or abstracted into a type of avantgarde metaphysics, in which “the new” circulates as a transcendental signifier of pure possibility detached from the real political character of its revolutionary rhetoric, its historical dimension circumscribed by isms: Cubism, Futurism, Cubo-Futurism, Constructivism, Suprematism, Dadaism, Surrealism, etc. Each of these isms, drinking at the well of an ancient antagonism, enacts a kind of Gnostic ritual in which the destiny of the world (no less) is bound up with an act of aesthetic completion, whether by enlightenment or by apocalypse. This is the revolutionary task the avantgarde has always, in one form or another, imagined for itself.
Louis Armand on Prague avantgardeist Karel Teige
Four By Four Interviews on Aesthetics
Four Interviews on Aesthetics The four interviews collected in this volume were done in an attempt to understand the value of art and to foreground its importance. four by three magazine editors Christine Jakobson and Bernard Hay have spoken with leading philosophers Paul Guyer and Andrew Bowie, as well as with Palme d’Or winning director […]
The Oddity
“You spend eight years.. fuckit… nine years with me and you listen to some stupid old man in a sauna and you decide that I’m fucking empty.”
“Well, look…”
“I’m listening, I really am.”
“What I came to understand is that I’m not getting much positive out of our relationship and I’ve idealized it as this noble quest and am idealizing us as classical heroes, and I’m just not sure that is healthy for either of us. Or anyone else, for that matter.
“Goddamit EJ, you’ve known me for nine years and you take a one-hour sauna with some creep and you decide I’m fucking evil?”
“I never said evil.”
The final chapter of EJ Spode‘s The Oddity.