MAYBE THAT'S THE POINT

NEW STORY @ LITRO MAGAZINE - Meaningless Number

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 19:18:00 +0000

“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.”

neil-gaiman: zophop: Neil Gaiman on Alan Moore’s life. Drawn...

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 20:01:47 +0000

neil-gaiman:

zophop:

Neil Gaiman on Alan Moore’s life.

Drawn by the amazing Mark Buckingham. I think we did this for a celebration of Alan’s 50th Birthday.

it is, of course, all true.

NOISE SOUND SIGNAL ///: THERES SOME THING IN US IT DONT HAVE NO NAME ///

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 18:41:48 +0100

NOISE SOUND SIGNAL ///: THERES SOME THING IN US IT DONT HAVE NO NAME ///:

noisesoundsignal:

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…

NEW ARTICLE @ BIG OTHER - The Ending as Wish-Fulfilment in the Tree of Life, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, and Lost

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 08:56:00 +0100

“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’).”

noisesoundsignal: ‘I was cut up to the quick at the idea of...

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 22:55:38 +0100

noisesoundsignal:

‘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 -‘

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.

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 22:57:00 +0100

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

"To add provinces to Being, to envision cities and spaces of hallucinatory reality, is a heroic..."

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 23:18:36 +0100

“To add provinces to Being, to envision cities and spaces of hallucinatory reality, is a heroic adventure.”

- Jorge Luis Borges (quoted in ‘Impossible Cities’ by Darran Anderson http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/impossible-cities/

"With all fiction comes the future."

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 01:48:39 +0100

““With all fiction comes the future.””

- Karl Pilkington (via noisesoundsignal)

Photo

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 23:49:00 +0100

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Mon, 25 Jun 2012 19:21:17 +0100

The critic must absolutely accept and bend to the political nightmares of the twenty-first century (which are on a different order than what has gone on before, since ideology is not a part of the clash, only personal demons extrapolated to the global scale), and accept that there is no possibility of any art, making this his first and last assumption. And from there, he should determine what’s left, what’s worth exploring for its failures, in a landscape where empty materialisms are fighting it out. The critic must understand that henceforth all successful art will be premised on its own failures. That’s the only territory worth rooting around in. Art will conquer all when it has been completely conquered.

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 17:28:00 +0100

The critic must absolutely accept and bend to the political nightmares of the twenty-first century (which are on a different order than what has gone on before, since ideology is not a part of the clash, only personal demons extrapolated to the global scale), and accept that there is no possibility of any art, making this his first and last assumption. And from there, he should determine what’s left, what’s worth exploring for its failures, in a landscape where empty materialisms are fighting it out. The critic must understand that henceforth all successful art will be premised on its own failures. That’s the only territory worth rooting around in. Art will conquer all when it has been completely conquered. :

Anis Shivani, Subtropics

"When Rosebud is ashes, you have my permission to die."

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 13:55:46 +0100

“When Rosebud is ashes, you have my permission to die.”

- Citizen Bane

"A dystopia is a sarcastic version of the present."

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 09:01:27 +0100

“A dystopia is a sarcastic version of the present.”

- Charlie Brooker, kind of

In the kingdom of the blind…

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 01:48:01 +0100

In the kingdom of the blind…

"Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must STFU"

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 18:28:52 +0100

“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must STFU”

- Ludwig Wittgenstein, probably

- I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of...

Thu, 31 May 2012 22:59:00 +0100

- I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
- The what?
- The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.

“My, that is a beauty!” Dr. Sanders reached forward to take the...

Sat, 26 May 2012 02:29:00 +0100

“My, that is a beauty!” Dr. Sanders reached forward to take the ornament she had exposed, but the woman held back his hands. Glittering below her in the sunlight was what appeared to be an immense crystalline orchid carved from some quartzlike mineral. The entire structure of the flower had been reproduced and then embedded within the crystal base, almost as if a living specimen had been conjured into the center of a huge cut-glass pendant.” The Crystal World J G Ballard

But art has no favorite way of being made, and there are no experimental devices. One can only experiment with devices. There also aren’t any realist devices—rather, there are devices that, in a given time and place, produce the effect of realism.

Tue, 22 May 2012 16:55:00 +0100

But art has no favorite way of being made, and there are no experimental devices. One can only experiment with devices. There also aren’t any realist devices—rather, there are devices that, in a given time and place, produce the effect of realism. :

A D Jameson, HTMLGIANT

Gin?

Tue, 22 May 2012 08:42:33 +0100

Gin?

Bigcan strikes again.

Sat, 19 May 2012 18:05:40 +0100

Bigcan strikes again.