Dinu Lipatti's bones

I am not going to read anything by Borges again until something like this is being invented. I can’t pin down what exactly it is, but something in his writing is deeply unsettling.

Post-Apocalyptic Literature Class….

Here is an obvious joke for the afternoon

It is a little known fact that John Milton’s secretary rewrote and censored parts she deemed too dirty in Paradise Lost after Milton lost his eyesight and was unable to write it down himself.

Alice in Post-Structuralist land, #5

Last winter I could feel the cold weather coming and as I walked the streets of Kingston I watched out for great sweaters and heard the sound of young art students as they were walking past doing the same. One of them saw a hideous sweater in a shop-window and said: “I do declare! An actual bargain at Topman! Watch me try it on!”. I was very angry. Somehow they always made me angry.  I felt the rain on my face turn to snow. The flakes were coming heavy and fast in the rain. I turned around to walk back home. Without a new sweater.

My flatmate Lee wants to become a writer and is currently working on a novel, which provokes relentless sarcasm and pisstaking from my flatmate Brendan. His latest dig at Lee made me laugh so I just had to share it.

Alice in post-structuralist land, #4

(This one is actually rather set in ‘structuralist land’, since it is based on an essay I wrote about the Alice books and Saussurian Semiotics)

Before there was a difference between the title and the summary of a novel