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DOG DAYS

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CANICULE, a novel by Louis Armand. ISBN 978-0-9571213-3-1. Paperback. 222pp. Publication date: April 2013. Reviewed by Kristen Valentine. First published in Black Heart Review. Photo: Jeanne Moreau, in La Baie des Anges (1963) dir. Jacques Demy. Canicule opens with the clipped language of a film treatment: a man, setting himself on fire. Just cinema? No, … Continue reading →

BLOOD, LOVE AND CONSPIRACY

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AN INTERVIEW WITH THOR GARCIA by Vít Bohal Whether working nights at Radio Free Europe up on Prague’s Wenceslas Square (formerly), or playing clubs with his punk band Facetigers (they are on the Tube), California-born Thor Garcia always seems to be in a rush and on the move. Much like the narrator of his novel … Continue reading →

SYNCRETIC MODERNISM

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KAREL TEIGE & THE COMMUNITY OF OBJECTS Avant-gardism has always been vested in ideological struggle, though in retrospect this struggle is frequently aestheticised or abstracted into a type of avant-garde metaphysics, in which “the new” circulates as a transcendental signifier of pure possibility detached from the real political character of its revolutionary rhetoric, its historical … Continue reading →

"Modernity today is not in the hands of the poets, but in the hands of the cops" // Louis Aragon
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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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