I agree there are still some things wrong with the following post, and the PAGE called Dear Visitor , things that might eventually get fixed, missing links, and so on. (I’d like the black circle itself to be live to the cursor, for example, and not the surrounding square, to

fear took hold of him, or rather tightened its grip and entered his body. – Roberto Bolaño, Nazi Literature in the Americas, trans. Chris Andrews, Picador, London, 2010, p. 127 operating outside space and time, at the dawn of a new age, as it were, in which spatio-temporal perception is undergoing

The body oscillates between carrying a profound anatomical shock, and deliquescing into a mist of deteriorating celluloid, in performance films of Hijikata’s work. – Stephen Barber, Hijikata: Revolt of the Body , Creation Books, 2006, p. 57 – Hijikata, 1969, poor copy of photo by Masahisa Fukase Ankoku Butoh would be an

The black slit lies in its copper cloud. ‘Quiet as a knife.’ His heart beats its heavy, sinking beats. Straight into the shadowy blue channel through the pines. Fall silently or remain hanging. They stay just as they are, forgotten. – from Alexander Ahndoril’s The Director , trans. Sarah Death, Portobello