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A story about living. « I have a family and I have a job and I have a teaching gig, and these things have me. »
→ Setting of the Sun at West Mountain / Puffing & panting ←
→ Worm-eaten Rimbaud / Always knowing whom ←
→ 日落西山 / 國是前胸 ← → 蟲蠹的蘭波 / 始終知誰 ←
Mission: Impossible and Eurocentric stunts, from Hollywood to Hong Kong. What does an action movie want to be?
A story about romance. « The eve of a suitor’s arrival, bigger than Christmas or birthday, I tell you. »
On artificial intelligence, murderous elephants & Elizabeth Bishop
« If a story just like that one — dying babies, divine retribution — had come back to me from childhood memories, it would have seemed fantastical, unreal. »
Fernanda Melchor’s prose hits you square in the face, but its lyricism works differently in Spanish. On Veracruzano modernism, lyrical slang, and worlds so new that style falls apart.
On two tales of racial metamorphosis, salted or sugared, one hundred years apart.
He spoke of painting like a starving man speaks of food. On Józef Czapski, Memories of Starobielsk and the art of observation.
« I like my tyrants like I like my heroes. That is, crushed by a giant chandelier. »
What is editing? Two people who both lead a literary life — an augmented reality where the connections between existence and sentences are investigated daily — wage sensual war for the soul of the page.
Fragen, Antworten, Quintessenzen.
No one would have understood both the sentiment and the absurdity more keenly than Marx himself, whose face has adorned real currencies in more countries than anyone else’s, with the possible exception of Elizabeth II.