Status Updates From Tres senderos hacia el lago

the barking; thinking of jaeggy/bachmann, the affectionate piccolo leone, the beginning evoked last vanities but quickly evaporated into reality, the differences in their writing and preoccupations and topos, jaeggy is sepulchrous, negated + IB is obsessed with the vagaries and agitations and overthinking of negotiating between the sexes and ego, the interstices of communication and intention and engendered desire

interesting to see bachmann exercise that sort of sudden, exclamatory, epiphanic conclusion as monumentalized in malina—it has the same impact of gymnasts landing that perfect final somersault, the combination of the full weight of their body and superhuman, acrobatic velocity making contact with the mat with a resounding, forceful thud. her and jelinek's neurotic babble beating a scornful staccato through vienna.

the proto-death styles

miopia como escrita feminina

It would be a great relief to me if languages disappeared, she said, but then I wouldn't be worth anything anymore.