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Suddenly it seems as if I'm accessing the layers of the Festschrift at a dizzying pace: CB-R inspired poetry, an essay on Thru, inspiring thoughts of my own mother's death -a contemporary of C B-R's. A piece on C B-R and the nouveau roman, a C B-R essay on why women can't write comedy or can't fall on stage-she hadn't met Miranda, and finally a triptych about a teenager, his computer game and his granny. Chapeau, MJ!
— May 29, 2014 12:34PM
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A fitting quote from Brooke-Rose herself to finish this Festschrift feast: We are merely marking time and time is nothing, nothing. A moment of agony, of burning flesh, an aspect of the human element disintegrating to ash, and you are dead. But that's another story.
And equally fittingly, in the end pages, a Prayer for the Buried by Nathan Gaddis....;
— Dec 08, 2014 01:59PM
And equally fittingly, in the end pages, a Prayer for the Buried by Nathan Gaddis....;
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Have you ever tried to do something very difficult as well as you can, over a long period, and found that nobody notices?...The difficult thing I've been doing, on and off, for thirty-six years, has a technical name: a lipogram, though I prefer the word constraint.
What a sad last act...
— Dec 04, 2014 12:17PM
What a sad last act...
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Let the lead be taken then by the old person, somewhere in the South of France, fictional or fictionalised, the other person with the wicked grin, who wrote the way that was wanted and when finally, life ended, was overlooked still in death.
---Ali Millar
— Dec 04, 2014 11:47AM
---Ali Millar
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Once there was a window-pane
and a radiant fairy poised
in an illuminated coach,
waiting, silent as her want,
the child's approach.
Then came the pin-pricks of the rain
dotting the last glass page
with the goose-flesh of revelation.
— Nov 27, 2014 07:29AM
and a radiant fairy poised
in an illuminated coach,
waiting, silent as her want,
the child's approach.
Then came the pin-pricks of the rain
dotting the last glass page
with the goose-flesh of revelation.
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What I see in the mirror is a colony of microbes representing a human. My hands whole and indivisible, are great microscopic masses murmuring within the contours of my skin, dancing in circles, frantic as a bee-ball, filled with buzzing. That quote is from SubText by Jonathan Morton, an essay that literally contains 4 subtexts in the shape of eggs typographically inserted inside the main text. Ingenious.
— Oct 28, 2014 01:35PM
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I finally got this book back from the friend whose house it got left in a few months ago. I just got through three pages entitled Mein Gott by someone called Gottfried Gottlieb in which almost the only verb used is 'get' in the past tense. I love Gottlieb! I really got his text! I wonder if he's got more pieces in this book. I wonder who he got to be the real person behind his pseudonym...
— Oct 27, 2014 10:29AM
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Interviewer: There is a nice pun in "Self-confrontation and the Writer". You say biography is always bifography, as if to say that any attempt at truth always ends up in a fog, a false construction.
CB-R: Oh yes, I'd forgotten that. It's nice to have critics who come and remind one of the things one wrote many years ago.
— Jun 30, 2014 05:29AM
CB-R: Oh yes, I'd forgotten that. It's nice to have critics who come and remind one of the things one wrote many years ago.
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'The señorita should not be sola', Cortado said...Winter has come, and the hole of bright light is less bright. I have had to borrow blankets. 'It could be warm in winter!' Cortado darkly altered the tense when I queried his original promise. The pressure of these hints continues. Either Or, Cortado seems to be saying. So here I am in my cave, or rather, in Cortado's cave, he has moved back in.. ???
— May 27, 2014 05:06AM
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Some Broke-Prose:
surely, sir, sirring habit relicked from service to menarch and country..syllabbles..written Eve(r)dense..fembodying..withershinning..editors from pubeshilling houses..kerpurses from the British Mausoleum..the right to barbitrate even if only something alcoholic..leaning forwards, demeanher conspiratorial..novels? The sort wrapped in garish jackets: breast-sellers..sLyfones Körner wasHouse
— May 24, 2014 08:56AM
surely, sir, sirring habit relicked from service to menarch and country..syllabbles..written Eve(r)dense..fembodying..withershinning..editors from pubeshilling houses..kerpurses from the British Mausoleum..the right to barbitrate even if only something alcoholic..leaning forwards, demeanher conspiratorial..novels? The sort wrapped in garish jackets: breast-sellers..sLyfones Körner wasHouse
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pungnacious punning, word-tomfoolery, lexical laughs and general relish in either layering meaning or deconstructing a word to demonstrate the overarching theme of the work, with humour sly and sometimes stinging. Thus in Life, End of, with its concentration on the physical decline of the corpus, Vasco(vascular) and Polly(the head) figure in numerous skits; le me-chant/méchant loup, loop and lupe G N Forester
— May 05, 2014 12:20PM
