jacobwren:

Cover art by Matthew Paladino
Order it here: http://www.bookthug.ca/proddetail.php?prod=201401&cat=25
Interview with Malcolm Sutton for the BookThug blog: http://bookthug.ca/blog/jacob-wren-an-interview-with-malcolm-sutton/
Some of the Jacob Wren book reviews that can be found on the internet: http://radicalcut.blogspot.ca/2012/01/jacob-wren-book-reviews-that-can-be.html

jacobwren:

Cover art by Matthew Paladino

Order it here: http://www.bookthug.ca/proddetail.php?prod=201401&cat=25

Interview with Malcolm Sutton for the BookThug blog: http://bookthug.ca/blog/jacob-wren-an-interview-with-malcolm-sutton/

Some of the Jacob Wren book reviews that can be found on the internet: http://radicalcut.blogspot.ca/2012/01/jacob-wren-book-reviews-that-can-be.html

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During the final game of the world cup, the star player decides to score on his own team’s goal as an act of treason.

MALUCA MALA~FLUORESCENT BEIGE~

How many Marxists does it take to change a lightbulb?
None. The lightbulb contains the seeds of its own revolution.
Raeda Saadeh

Raeda Saadeh

blastedheath:

Raoul Dufy (French, 1877-1953), La façade de l’Hôtel de Ville de Marseille. Watercolour, 50 x 65 cm.

blastedheath:

Raoul Dufy (French, 1877-1953), La façade de l’Hôtel de Ville de Marseille. Watercolour, 50 x 65 cm.

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Jack McConville

Jack McConville

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I write because I’ve always enjoyed reading more than I enjoy life, and always enjoy life more because of certain things I’ve read. I write because I can still read books that were written hundreds of years ago (my favourite: The Manuscript Found in Saragossa by Jan Potocki, written between 1805 and 1815) and hope that some day, by some miracle, people will have the same opportunity with mine. However, so many books are currently being produced that it is extremely unlikely very many of them will survive, and even more unlikely that my books will be among these few. I write because it is a way of turning my despair into something other than despair. I write in the uncanny suspicion that there are others out there in the world who love reading unknown books as much as I do. I write because I don’t know what else to do with myself. I write when I’m not dancing. I write because no one has ever suggested I have a talent or aptitude for anything else. I write because literature must find new ways to be political and new ways to be literature. I write because, at some point, when I was much younger, someone must have given me implicit permission to do so. I continue to write because, some time around 2002, I got an email from someone I didn’t know saying she had found my book Unrehearsed Beauty in a used bookstore in Brazil, and I had absolutely no idea, or way of knowing, how it got there. I write because books travel in strange, unexpected ways. I write because I still have the pure fantasy that some day I will compose a sentence that is completely and utterly joyous.
Jacob Wren, from Writer’s Block at LPG
anticipatedstranger:

Henri Michaux, from Four Hundred Men on the Cross trans. by Gillian Conoley in American Poetry Review.

anticipatedstranger:

Henri Michaux, from Four Hundred Men on the Cross trans. by Gillian Conoley in American Poetry Review.

Failure exists in Relation to goals. Nature has no goals and so can’t fail. Humans have goals, and so they have to fail. Often the wonderful configurations produced by failure reveal the pettiness of the goals. Of course we have to go on striving for success, otherwise we could not genuinely fail. If Buster Keaton wasn’t genuinely trying to put up his house it wouldn’t be funny when it falls down on him.
Cornelius Cardew

"In the radio interview, Henry Flynt tells a story in which he and Tony Conrad first hear a recording of Ali Akbar Khan. The two of them spin a theory in which this recording of the great Indian musician was actually cooked up in the off-hours by members of the New York Philharmonic in someone’s basement in Brooklyn. This speaks to one of the mysteries of sound recording - and one that seems to have appealed to Flynt - namely, that a dearth of information surrounding the circumstances of a recording can allow the imagination to jump to the fore."
- David Grubbs, Records Ruin the Landscape

Henry Flynt - Violin Strobe