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Simon Taylor

Simon Taylor

https://orcid.org/0009-0008-6687-4647

-ages of women & men: fashionable taboo & diabolical totem, a split between hairs

It has often been noted how a Brazilian makes a man or woman look like a child. See, for example, Bernardo Bertolucci’s underrated film The Dreamers (2003), in which a triadic sexual relationship, brother, sister, male friend, and its shifting emotional and erotic dynamics, explicitly provides the spectacle we

perversion, worms in the brain and the refrain of place: an exchange of letters, pt. 4

The children are versing one another. Understandable when you consider the competitions are advertised in the form A_______ versus C________ . It is a much more convenient and reasonable locution than A_______ is competing with B_______ and has the obvious virtue of being active rather than passive, as if, in the

juliet balcony, CBD

time without nerves, or – unfound particles, anorganic metabolism, unpeopled parks: an exchange of letters, pt. 3

– Balthus, La Victime , 1939-1946 No. That’s not it. That’s not what I meant to say at all. I meant to say that despite the commercial interests circumscribing online interaction in Web 2.0, at the level of socalled social networking, and to a certain extent because of

to theatre as metabolism: an exchange of letters pt. 2

In the previous post I was discussing absences, the reader’s or spectator’s, who missed the revolution in the streets below his or her window, the theatre’s, my father’s, and mine. I was suggesting that the exchange of one begging letter for another at the top of

The Bag Left Unattended on the Roofgarden from the Perseverance of Stains series

The parasites are still here: notes on an exchange of letters, pt. 1

Here is a strange troubling and personal statement in which everything is revealed and nothing is said. I love actors like my father did. I just don’t believe they should be put in charge of theatres. – from notebooks To satisfy ignorance is to put off writing until tomorrow. – Gilles