Faber Poetry

luka

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All day we sat by the river, in the sun. Tourists
Came up to us, asked for poems, I wrote some
For them. "Let's take a break," said Edmund
And off we went for a Brew Dog and some peanuts
This is what theyre like
Its mad. Why wpuld anyone care
 

version

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Why do they bother writing like that:
Im boring this is an unremarkable incident from my boring life

That Baudrillard rant on autofiction's evergreen.

"All these novels in which the authors try desperately to dramatize their own histories, their experiences, to recount their own psychological dramas - this is not literature. It is secretion, just like bile, sweat or tears - and, sometimes, even excretion. It is the literary transcription of 'reality television'. It is all the product of a vulgar unconscious, not unlike a small intestine, around which roam the phantasms and affects of those who, now they've been persuaded they have an inner life, don't know what to do with it."
 
Hmmm.. makes me think of his love for Ballard and how ballards fixations and traumas are kind of traceable through his fiction, obviously in empire of the sun but they animates all the later stuff too even if not consciously
 

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Hmmm.. makes me think of his love for Ballard and how ballards fixations and traumas are kind of traceable through his fiction, obviously in empire of the sun but they animates all the later stuff too even if not consciously

It's different with Ballard because he did something interesting with it. What Baudrillard's on about's the kind of novel that's been everywhere in the last ten years or so. The banal middle-class novel with someone wandering around "finding themselves", pontificating on their marriage, etc. A novel written for the sake of writing a novel by someone with nothing to say.
 
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