sus

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A writer, born around 1890, is famous for three novels. The first is short, elegant, an instant classic. The second, the masterpiece, has the same characters in it, is much longer and more complicated, and increasingly interested in myth and language games. The third is enormous, mad, unreadable. One answer is Joyce, of course. Another – The Hobbit (1937), The Lord of the Rings (1955), The Silmarillion (1977) – is J.R.R. Tolkien.

A writer, born around 1890, raged against ‘mass-production robot factories and the roar of self-obstructive mechanical traffic’ and ‘the rawness and ugliness of modern European life’. Instead he loved the trees and hedgerows of the English Midlands he had known as a boy, and the tales of ‘little, ultimate creatures’ he came across in the legends of the North. Clue: it wasn’t D.H. Lawrence.

A writer, born around 1890, worked bits of ancient writings into his own massive masterwork, magnificently misprising them as he went. Clue: it wasn’t Pound.
 

william kent

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This is intriguing. Overlap with the AI, 'Iconisation' and Zine threads.

A single riso color zine series detailing the musings of an anonymous Orthodox Christian cultural theorist. The first issue covers why Orthodox Christian iconography will be the only art to survive the artificial intelligence takeover. The mixed media zine's text is typewritten in a rather poetic fashion, and is Riso screenprinted. The entire zine was made without a computer, using only fabric, lace, a typewriter, a caligraphy pen, and a label maker.

The zine series will be a run of physicals only, no ebooks due to theoretical consistency.

Further zine topics will include the chess move of the intention of anonymity, our vices as infiltration, the deep fake courts, screens as scrying mirrors, the toll houses, and the romanticization of cyberpunk.



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@catalog might like this, if only for the zine aspect.
 

catalog

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I have sadly not made a zine for ages but have ideas for a few.

Unmade zines:

1. Joyce lives matter: about reading Ulysses in the pandemic and it spoke to me about BLM
2. The garden of gethsemane: about an area in MCR that Billy K knows well. Asbestos ridden waste ground where birches have taken root and local writers practise throwies.
3. Odours felt: about a father-son murder in the village where I live.
4. Four (4) instances of incomplete apophenia in italy: these are the only notes I can find...

"What we're they again?

The toilet cleaner changer?

The tiles at camping paradiso

I can't remember the others fucking hell"
 

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2. The garden of gethsemane: about an area in MCR that Billy K knows well. Asbestos ridden waste ground where birches have taken root and local writers practise throwies.

I can tell you much about this patch of ground

about how I learnt about research chemicals

haze weed

blocks named after seabirds, demolished, shattered like my dreams



OM - Garden Of Gethsemane ( alpha and omega dub plate mix )

exiting the estate with a carrier bag full of weed, high as fuck
 

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@catalog

on that piece of land: there used to be SEVEN SISTERS

FOUR were demolished

... and then there were three...

like the title of a shite prog rock that can't decide if it is really a crap pop album

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lame as fuck
 

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you can see the destruction of the sea bird blocks, maybe if you squint above the top of that pic you'll see where the Hulme crescents were and if you mangle your eyes a bit you'll see the block where I used to live and borrowed a fake name I sign in on as
 

catalog

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OK let's do that while it's still summer. I'm in mcr Tues and weds next week, could possibly do weds. Week after next might be better, will let you know best days asap
 

william kent

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Could one even imagine that Christianity, once it had been cleansed of its sacred apparatus by the powerful waters of commercialism, would have been able to escape from the crusher that, in less than a half-century, has smashed the sacrificial rocks — known under the names of nationalism, liberalism, socialism, fascism, and communism — that generations of people have adored with a mixture of fascination and terror?

Now that nothing remains of yesterday’s shipwrecks but a sea that is relatively calm and only weakly agitated by ripples of derision, this curiosity supplies the form of archaeology that is best suited to examining objects that have long been coated with holiness.

 

william kent

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I sure am glad nationalism has been smashed to bits. For a moment there I thought it was on the rise almost everywhere. Phew!

The book was first published in French in those halcyon days of the 1990s when history was rumoured to have ended.
 

mixed_biscuits

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I sure am glad nationalism has been smashed to bits. For a moment there I thought it was on the rise almost everywhere. Phew!
There is nowhere on earth that is not part of a nation. Nationalism is fully entrenched and you are complicit in it.
 
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