Don’t forget the real business of war is buying and selling. The murdering and violence are self-policing, and can be entrusted to non-professionals. The mass nature of wartime death is useful in many ways. It serves as spectacle, as diversion from the real movements of the War. It provides raw material to be recorded into History, so that children may be taught History as sequences of violence, battle after battle, and be more prepared for the adult world. Best of all, mass death’s a stimulus to just ordinary folks, little fellows, to try ‘n’ grab a piece of that Pie while they’re still here to gobble it up. The true war is a celebration of markets.
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
The unknown is an abstraction; the known, a desert; but what is half-known, half-seen, is the perfect breeding ground for desire and hallucination.
Juan José Saer
Eileen Myles, Jacob Wren, Maria Fusco and Lynne Tillman speaking at “There are reasons for looking and feeling and thinking about things that are invisible: a two day event on New Narratives in art writing” in Vancouver. An event organized by Amy Fung.

Eileen Myles, Jacob Wren, Maria Fusco and Lynne Tillman speaking at “There are reasons for looking and feeling and thinking about things that are invisible: a two day event on New Narratives in art writing” in Vancouver. An event organized by Amy Fung.

The Colombian novelist Alvaro Mutis used to tell a story about his close friend and compatriot Gabriel García Márquez, who has died aged 87. In the mid-Sixties, when the latter was writing One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), they met every evening for a drink. García Márquez would tell Mutis about the scenes he’d written that day, and Mutis would listen, waiting avidly for the next installment. He started telling their friends that “Gabo” – as García Márquez was affectionately known – was writing a book in which a man called X did Y, and so on. When the novel was published, however, it bore no relation to the story García Márquez had told over tequila – not the characters or the plot or any aspect at all. Mutis was left with the feeling of having been brilliantly duped, and he mourned the unwritten novel of the bar, that ephemeral fiction no one else would ever hear.

Isaiah Rashad - Cilvia Demo (Full Album)

Αιμάτινες Σκιές από Απόσταση

Sitting in the hut, the air stale and the light almost nonexistent, I thought of something [Dougald] Hine told me earlier. “People think that abandoning belief in progress, abandoning the belief that if we try hard enough we can fix this mess, is a nihilistic position,” Hine said. “They think we’re saying: ‘Screw it. Nothing matters.’ But in fact all we’re saying is: ‘Let’s not pretend we’re not feeling despair. Let’s sit with it for a while. Let’s be honest with ourselves and with each other. And then as our eyes adjust to the darkness, what do we start to notice?’”
part of the terror was finding the edges weren’t there
bpNichol
jeandonnelly:

afilreis:

1944 recording of Muriel Rukeyser now added to PennSound (thanks to Christina Davis & the Woodberry Poetry Room): http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Rukeyser.php#1944

Letter to the Front, Sections 1, 3 & 10 (1944) - 4:19

jeandonnelly:

afilreis:

1944 recording of Muriel Rukeyser now added to PennSound (thanks to Christina Davis & the Woodberry Poetry Room): http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Rukeyser.php#1944

Letter to the Front, Sections 1, 3 & 10 (1944) - 4:19

amospoe:

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” ― Arthur C. Clarke, Profiles of the Future: An Inquiry Into the Limits of the Possible

amospoe:

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” 
― Arthur C. ClarkeProfiles of the Future: An Inquiry Into the Limits of the Possible

(via boardnroom)

1109-83:

Arturas Bumšteinas, “Sentences on Conceptual Art (Instrumental Version)”, 20??

1109-83:

Arturas Bumšteinas, “Sentences on Conceptual Art (Instrumental Version)”, 20??

Geeshie Wiley - Last Kind Words

hatelife24-7:

MUST READ INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM

hatelife24-7:

MUST READ INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM

Today my fortune cookie said: “The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.” After some consideration, I really don’t think this is true.
melvillehouse:

"I should have preferred," he said with his voice of dead lovers crying through the earth, "to be fit for you to look at." Then he deliberately set himself on fire."
—Mina Loy, Insel, 9781612193533
Preorder from an indie here.
Mina Loy wrote about artists the way nobody else has since. This is like a feminist Blake among the surrealists. Like Patti Smith before Patti Smith. Don’t screw around, you want this one.

melvillehouse:

"I should have preferred," he said with his voice of dead lovers crying through the earth, "to be fit for you to look at." Then he deliberately set himself on fire."

—Mina Loy, Insel, 9781612193533

Preorder from an indie here.

Mina Loy wrote about artists the way nobody else has since. This is like a feminist Blake among the surrealists. Like Patti Smith before Patti Smith. Don’t screw around, you want this one.