Forgive the phrasing, but this is one of the inevitable questions that arises when reading Dodie Bellamy’s exhilarating Cunt Norton, which splices classic poems from the Norton Anthology of Poetry with unattributed pornographic texts…
Extending 20th century collage’s greatest techniques and mannerisms, Jess is the unlikely collision of print culture and poetry, Victorian and mid-century American esoterica, mainstream advertising and underground smut.
For no one to the present moment has so looked within me, if anyone has been interested in me enough to make the attempt, to discover why I have used prose as I have used it…
…at their hands I developed something the Freudians have not named—anti-angel aggression, call it. From 8 to 12 years it was my habit to seclude myself in a locked room every so often and with a fierce (and evil) face, whirl around in a circle with my fists knotted, socking the angel…
George Sand and Gustave Flaubert differed markedly in both personal disposition and belief. Sand, the ever-impetuous, considered ideas or archetypes in abstract forms. Flaubert recorded his observations, describing the icy Seine in midwinter, or complaining of the mutual futility and … Continued
…Spike Jonze seems content to have made a movie about our relationship with technology, when what he’s made is about our relationship with language…
First the worst: your five dollar check bounced. N’import. I made it good…
New Year’s I was broke so someone drove me to Montmartre Pig Alley Pigalle & I wandered around all night & walked at midnite thru Paris past all the whore streets & carousing areas of bar & walked back to Left Bank under the noisy stars.
Too often I feel like one crossing an abyss on a narrow plank—a glance might quite unnerve…
And I wish you would tell her, also, for otherwise she will never suspect it, all my conversations with her having been strictly devoted to weather.
