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NEW STORY @ LITRO MAGAZINE - Meaningless Number
“The second to notice were the paramedics because the cyclist’s blood stood out on the enamel; at her speed, she must have felt like she’d ridden face-first into a nail. Others stopping to help or watch also noticed and entered history. It was a cold, wet morning on a quieter side of Victoria Park.”
Read more at Litro Magazine, Issue 123
Available in print at these stockists.
Featuring work by Anniken Blomberg, Elishia Heiden, Helen Jukes, Oli Belas and Thomas Binns.
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NOISE SOUND SIGNAL ///: THERES SOME THING IN US IT DONT HAVE NO NAME /// →
Lorna said to me, ‘You know Riddley theres some thing in us it dont have no name.’
I said, ‘What thing is that?’
She said, ‘Its some kind of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its looking out thru our eye hoals. May be you dont take no noatis of it only some times. Say you get woak up…
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NEW ARTICLE @ BIG OTHER - The Ending as Wish-Fulfilment in the Tree of Life, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, and Lost
“It’s tempting to see the world of The Tree of Life as one where nobody shits. Granted, for all the beautiful moments, there are ugly ones too – the young brothers in the film see a crippled man, thirsty prisoners, the drowning of a child – but these feel like examples, like the Buddha’s Four Sights (what politicians would call ‘teachable moments’).”
Read more at Big Other.
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‘I was cut up to the quick at the idea of having lost the inestimable privilege of listening to the gifted Kurtz. Of course I was wrong. The privilege was waiting for me. Oh yes, I heard more than enough. And I was right, too. A voice. He was very little more than a voice. And I heard - him - it - this voice - other voices - all of them were so little more than voices - and the memory of that time itself lingers around me, impalpable, like a dying vibration of one immense jabber: silly, atrocious, sordid, savage, or simply mean, without any kind of sense. Voices, voices - even the girl herself - now -‘
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Modern editions of One Hundred Years of Solitude usually include a family tree at the beginning, to help you make sense of all those different Arcadios, Remedios, and Aurelianos, but Gabo didn’t write it that way, and he didn’t include anything of the sort for the same reason he intentionally gave his characters different variations on the same damnable names. You are supposed to forget. You are supposed to get confused. You are supposed to blur different characters together, mix up timelines, be surprised to find that you’re not quite sure who is who. The last thing you are ever supposed to do is keep everything straight. →
Aaron Brady, The New Inquiry
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To add provinces to Being, to envision cities and spaces of hallucinatory reality, is a heroic adventure.
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With all fiction comes the future.
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