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another post about Levrero, “jumping up and down like an excited dog,” that’s me not him

Strange to think at the time I was born Levrero was writing feverishly in Piriápolis. He was 26, says the TRANSLATOR’S AFTERWORD. Annie McDermott, the translator, adds that he later looked back on that time with wonder, as his ‘imaginative’ period. Imagination, she writes, is for Levrero very different

pure movement | the American Ideology [& a link]

is and I found this: see here and here and here and here

the sacred (wild) shot

. . . the sacred—the cut off (etymology: sacer, “the power, being, or realm understood by religious persons to be at the core of existence” that is cut off, set off or apart, restricted . . . “to have a transformative effect on their lives and destinies.” [source]) . . . the sacred shot = the mystery of the

things I love, not people—too obvious

1. Mario Levrero 2. Bodhi Linux 3. while we’re on the subject of books (Levrero), Michel Houellebecq’s Annihilation . . . hang on, why “too obvious”? 1. because you can tell it from the outside 2. see? from the bodies mine is in proximity to, 3. how close I am . . . however,

insular discovery of freedom . . . {illus. Susan Hauptman} .

Neill Duncan (see “for Neill” here): In a funny sort of way, the Primitive Art Group opened my horizons musically, but in other ways it made me narrow-minded. . . . We were doing this edgy music and that other stuff’s so straight. Everything else was shit. We had that attitude. We

excerpt from Daniel Handler’s And Then? And Then? What Else? (2024), fuck blaming, fuck forgiving, fuck cancelling and its moral predation on literature: & the company we have when alone with a book

e.e. cummings: It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my “poems” are competing. They are also competing with each other, with elephants, and with El Greco. Every time I read

1 actor in search of direction, a pipeline on a pillar, pouring soft power to amplify creativity in “the many countries that now form NZ’s multicultural society”

Yes, it’s true. At last we have it. Not a policy from Minister for Arts, Culture and Heritage (something new, something divided and something colonial), but, for this “unique and intoxicating mix that is [or has been] rooted in the past but [is] constantly evolving and surprising”, what the