I posted a bit from another one in the 'avant-garde' thread, but could just as easily fit here too:
I suppose you get writers trying to depict our present moment, with up to the minute cultural analyses of the latest technology and so on, but like Faulkner said, “the past isn’t dead, it’s not even past.” I just like to throw this in reverse, this fetish for the contemporary, and show how it is completely infused with all of these frames or ghost, if you like, of its own past. And the future itself is a kind of fiction produced of that odd couple. These time twists, and…flexes…it’s something that Joyce understands so well. I think literature at its best as a privileged access to this omnipresence of pasts, presents, and futures that are all up in the air. Nothing is less contemporary than contemporary art or fiction. Than art that has something to say about the now. I think the whole point of the now is that it’s precisely what we can’t articulate.
The British novelist Tom McCarthy — the author of C, Men in Space, and the increasingly revered Remainder — is known primarily in the United States for Zadie Smith’s essay “Two Paths for the Novel,” wherein she cites McCarthy’s work as a future for…
“That romantic disease, originality, all around we see originality of incompetent idiots, they could draw nothing, paint nothing, just so the mess they make is original … Even 200 years ago who wanted to be original, to be original was to admit that you could not do a thing the right way, so you could only do it your own way.”
Pete Birch/Woosh from DiY passed away earlier this month. In all the years spent on the House frontier, this was a jock who came through playing every genre in their early collective sessions. The man was an encyclopedia of music. A force for fun and euphoria, gutted to learn of his passing. Back to back with Rick/Digs, Simon, Jack and the old time sketchy crew, a jewel in the crown of uncompromising musicality. Must have spent hundreds of hours in their curated company over the decades. No-one quite had it down the way they did.
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