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EXPERIMENTALISM, PART 3

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One of the highlights of 2013 for Equus Press has been the publication of George Bataille’s Louis XXX (trans. Stuart Kendall), a neat little book that holds a multitude, the black&white sparseness of its cover artwork enfolding colourful riches. These riches are not only Bataille’s own, i.e. stored within The Little One and The Tomb … Continue reading →

THE SQUARE ROOT OF SILENCE

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Letters Against Enchainment is a book that is many things: a collection of prose poetry and an epistolary novel, detailing a history of class struggle, slave revolts, dialectical terror; it is also a manifesto of militant poetics, demanding remuneration and revenge; and last but not least, it is a social analysis of the present by means of “the signals from the future.” … Continue reading →

EXPERIMENTALISM, PART 2

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In EXPERIMENTALISM, PART 1, “experiment” was traced back to its etymological connection with “experience” as the process of departing from what has been tested, of gaining knowledge by venturing beyond the known grounds – just as Joyce, Borges and Beckett did in both their lives and fiction. The particular sort of experience engaged with in … Continue reading →

"Modernity today is not in the hands of the poets, but in the hands of the cops" // Louis Aragon
"It is the business of the future to be dangerous" // A.N. Whitehead

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“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?…we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us” // Franz Kafka, letter to Oskar Pollack, 27 January 1904
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