if the art hasn’t lingered, did it even happen?
Poetry, he contended, is a zone of not knowing, doubting, and trying to know.Poetry in Seattle: My Visit to the A.W.P. Conference : The New Yorker
This year, everyone talked about the return of thick novels, as if they were hemlines. But I wrote a zombie short story. A character in it says, ‘Fuck you, it’s always the end of the world!’ and that’s how I feel about publishing. If you asked Hemingway or Fitzgerald what they thought about publishing, they probably would have said, ‘This sucks.’ If you read Fitzgerald’s letters, all he wanted was to be extravagantly admired. That hasn’t changed.Poetry in Seattle: My Visit to the A.W.P. Conference : The New Yorker
the great beauty *film 10*
“our journey is entirely imaginary. that is its strength”
after quoting louis-ferdinand céline’s journey to the end of the night, sorrentino’s opening shot glides sensuously - juxtaposing romans and statues, tourists and the great beauty of rome’s historic monuments, a beauty so great that a japanese tourist drops dead as he takes it all in, whilst david lang’s i lie i lie is sung by an impeccably dressed troupe on a nearby balcony. the camera’s graceful dance (with its city and well to do cast) is barely interrupted as we follow jep in a state of removed reflection triggered by his sixty fifth birthday party, the first of many excitingly choreographed party scenes that flit between euphoric, grotesque, and comedic always maintaining a slight air of condescension, and that introduces us to, and seduces us with jep’s mostly nocturnal chi-chi life filled with high society literary romans. the camera almost never holds still, always moving sinuously and stylishly, mirroring jeb’s constant movement, his reluctance or inability to stand still and connect to the moment, he’s just turned 65 and spends much of the movie reflecting from a distance on life present and past, is this constant movement the source of the loneliness and emptiness that permeates his being?
jep wrote a book when young and in love - some kind of masterpiece according to many in his circle - and hasn’t written anything of substance since - he says so himself whilst turning down an offer to publish another book of his interviews. in a way his life imitates his art, moving from substantive living (and loving) in his youth, that once rejected by his first lover, turns inwards, guarded, and cynical, leaving only salon conversations as shallow as they are dazzling and virtuosic (with one particularly memorable vicious take-down of a regular salonista’s hypocrisies).
“even flaubert failed in his attempt to write a book about nothing” says jep. sorrentino has created a masterpiece about nothing, capturing the beauty, grace, and feeling of this imaginary journey.
You need to try to master the ability to feel sad without actually being sad.Laurie Anderson’s Farewell to Lou Reed | Music News | Rolling Stone
the idea of the body and the senses being yoked and reined in so as to move toward the AbsoluteUnder the Spell of Yoga by William Dalrymple | The New York Review of Books
Today’s triumphant puritanism finds such idleness abhorrent. Well, then, let people enjoy themselves busily. What else is the true goal of the vast increases in prosperity we have created?Enslave the robots and free the poor - FT.com
I’d just be a simple dragonfly, and then, if I managed to avoid being eaten by a bird or a frog, I would mate, and as summer ended, I would die.Paris Review – David Cronenberg on The Metamorphosis, David Cronenberg