The Place of Literature.Art is the imitation of life by means of signs, symbols and plastic objects. Literature is the imitation of life using symbols and signs to tell stories. To understand what life means we use art as a skeleton key into what has always been the greatest of mysteries and challenges. Here in … Continue reading Notes for a 21st Century Artistic Manifesto
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Be My Frankenstein
Being a rather impressionable little boy, that is, when I was a little boy, I recall one of the most terrifying creatures of my childhood was Frankenstein, not Victor Frankenstein mind, but the Monster, or The Creature, also known as Adam, something I was reminded of by a friend. For now I am not talking … Continue reading Be My Frankenstein
MY JOB AND MASKING MY CONTEMPT
(American Beauty, 1999) “My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge , and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell.” Alan Ball, creator of the Six Feet Under TV Series … Continue reading MY JOB AND MASKING MY CONTEMPT
THE END OF A FRIENDSHIP: CAMUS AND SARTRE – By Oran Ryan
Tonight at Saor Ollscoil I listened and participated in a wonderful seminar about the life and the work and the eventual schism between the two philosopher writers Sartre and Camus. Alas my participation was very small indeed so enthralling and brilliant was the main lecturer Sean Oliver, a veritable walking encyclopaedia on the two … Continue reading THE END OF A FRIENDSHIP: CAMUS AND SARTRE – By Oran Ryan
No really,do go on telling me how worthless being a writer is… I love Big Brother, honestly…
I am not by nature a political animal. I have no party political instincts, dislike the whole fakery of politics in any form, and regard most politicians with a visceral distrust I find a little disturbing even to myself. Yet I know writing is a profoundly political activity. It concerns itself with human behaviour, … Continue reading No really,do go on telling me how worthless being a writer is… I love Big Brother, honestly…
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