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Julien Berthier
Nils Guadagnin
Marie Lorenz
Marc Quinn
Žilvinas Kempinas
Fujiko Nakaya
Shiro Takatani
Robert Breer
Takashi Kuribayashi
John Wesley
Florentina Holzinger
Ebru
Mungo Thompson
Andrea Zittel
Thom Kubli
Li Wei
Rafael Lozano-Hemmer
Trevor Plagen
Misha Kahn
Philippe Parreno
Ahmet Ögüt
Robert Smithson
Studio Drift
KATSU
Vincent Leroy
Object Design League
Azuma Makoto

 

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‘Artist and designer Julien Berthier has been sailing around the globe in “Love Love”, a weird ship that looks like it’s about to sink. He actually cut a sailboat in half, sealed it with fiberglass and fitted it with two motors, which make it fully functional, despite its capsizing look. The 35-year-old says his ever-sinking sailing craft is perfectly safe and easy to maneuver, especially in calm waters. He admits he has put the coast guard and harbor masters on full alert a few times, after people alerted them about a sinkings ship. Berthier, who says he “wanted to freeze the moment just a few seconds before the boat disappears, creating an endless vision of the dramatic moment”, has sailed his sinking boat on many trips through famous harbors like London’s Canary Wharf, and France’s Normandy.’ — Propaganda

 

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‘French artist Nils Guadagnin’s “The Hoverboard” is a project born in 2008 for an exhibition named “Back To the future”. This work is a copy of the hoverboard from the movie Back to the Future II. Integrated into the board and the plinth is an electromagnetic system which levitates the board. A laser system stabilises the object in the air. “In the making of this work, I was thinking about different ways of presenting sculpture. In fact it’s a reflexion on the multiple possibilities of how to give a sculpture full spatial autonomy,” explains Guadagnin.’ — newslite.tv

 

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‘The first thing that comes to mind when you walk into Marie Lorenz’s exhibit Flow Pool at Recess in SoHo is a very neglected backyard pool. The pool is covered with a black tarp and the water is teeming with debris — things Lorenz found at the Jamaica Bay. According to the press release by Recess, “Flow Pool is a two-month long project that proposes the titular structure as a site of investigating questions ranging from the practical to the poetic.”’ — Not Your Chelsea Art

 

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‘marc quinn’s immense artwork “planet” 2008) is a seven month old sleeping child fabricated from painted bronze and steel, designed to give the impression of being weightless and suspended in mid-air – despite the fact it weighs seven tons and 10 metres in length, rendering it an engineering feat.’ — designboom

 

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‘Somehow, the air currents created by two industrial-strength fans turn the two loops of videotape in Žilvinas Kempinas’s Double O into a living, dancing sculpture, performing tirelessly for hours. Double O is very much a drawing in space, a mass of lines activating the real world rather than a two-dimensional surface.’ — MoMA

 

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‘Like a pair of folding screen paintings, “CLOUD FOREST Patio A” and “CLOUD FOREST Patio B,” the collaboration of Fujiko Nakaya’s “Fog Sculptures” and Shiro Takatani’s illuminations and acoustic work, are juxtaposed in this piece displayed in the large exhibition spaces inside and outside of Yamaguchi Center for Arts and Media (YCAM) where the 2 artists resided and worked specifically for this exhibition.

‘Surrounded by glass, allowing sunlight and rain to pour into the rectangular structure, “CLOUD FOREST Patio A” and “CLOUD FOREST Patio B” are exhibited in the courtyard. In this space, fog, light, and sound are the three elements that produce altering environmental situations that fleetingly appear, as the weather and the milieu within the venue influence the entire installation. Exhibits A and B continuously display different expressions depending on the placement and timing of the fog dispenser and the angle of the light.

‘At one moment, the vision in front of you suddenly turns white so that the mist swallows the person standing next to you, and you feel as if you have wandered into the fog. At another moment, the reflections of the light rays shining through the fog gives a fantastic spectacle. And yet another time, thick fog collects below while the space above remains wide and clear, reminiscent of an ink painting.’ — Shift

 

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‘”The Floats”—or motorized mollusks—that artist Robert Breer took up producing again at the end of the 1990s, emerged in 1965. Primary shapes, neutral colours and, for the most recent, an industrial aspect, the Floats were then made with polystyrene, foam, painted plywood, and, more latterly, out of fibreglass. At first glance, these simple structures appear immobile. In fact, they are moving, imperceptibly, within the space they inhabit. They glide unbeknown to the visitor, following random paths that are interrupted by the slightest obstacle that they encounter. The Floats produce what should be named ”mechanical uncertainty”.’ — Musee d’art contemporain de Bordeaux

 

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‘Takashi Kuribayashi’s ‘Island’ (2014) is a world map made by water plants that inhabit floating in the pond. Water plants is growing as time goes on, it will change the shape of the world map.’

 

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John Wesley Floating Pig (1967)
Liquitex on canvas

 

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‘In the Austrian choreographer and performance artist Florentina Holzinger’s “Seaworld Venice”, a jet ski makes its rounds as a monument to the ecological catastrophe driven by turbo-tourism, which continues to collide with a sinking city. At times, the jet ski’s stillness transforms into swirls and waves – an absurd image of confined nature and of mankind’s desire to control it, a play on Holzinger’s ongoing investigation of the body-machine relationality.’

See it in action here

 

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‘Ebru (water marbling) is the art of creating colorful patterns by sprinkling and brushing color pigments on a pan of oily water and then transforming this pattern to paper. The special tools of the trade are brushes of horsehair bound to straight rose twigs, a deep tray made of unknotted pinewood, natural earth pigments, cattle gall and tragacanth. It is believed to be invented in the thirteenth century Turkistan. This decorative art then spread to China, India and Persia and Anatolia. Seljuk and Ottoman calligraphers and artists used marbling to decorate books, imperial decrees, official correspondence and documents. New forms and techniques were perfected in the process and Turkey remained the center of marbling for many centuries. Up until the 1920’s, marblers had workshops in the Beyazit district of Istanbul, creating for both the local and European market, where it is known as Turkish marble paper.’ — turkishculture.org

 

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Mungo Thompson Levitating Mass, 2012
4th of July Parade Float

 

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‘About 20 feet in diameter, artist Andrea Zittel’s “Indianapolis Island” is a fully inhabitable experimental living structure that examines the daily needs of contemporary human beings. “Indy island” is installed at the Indianapolis Museum of Art’s “100 Acres” Art and Nature Park, where over the course of four summers it will be occupied by commissioned “residents”. Each resident will will adapt and modifying the island’s structure according to their individual needs, while also performing hosting duties that will help facilitate public viewing of the work. Inaugural island residents Jessica Dunn and Michael Runge who lived on the structure over the summer of 2010 created a project called “Give and Take”.’ — zittel.org

 

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“Dancing on the Ceiling: Art & Zero Gravity” is a unique group exhibition where contemporary artists explore and recreate the condition of weightlessness on earth. During this year’s event, Berlin-based sound artist Thom Kubli exhibited his new work called “FLOAT! Thinktank 21,″ which allows the users to experience zero gravity by soaking in salt water and listening to a new audio piece by Kubli for 5 minutes. This process is followed by 40 minutes of soothing silence. The installation piece features an egg-shaped flotation with a custom underwater sound system that plays audio recordings. According to Kubli, “Zero gravity can be read as a condition where prevailing reference models are suspended. “The condition of zero gravity might be evoked by willingly refusing a social and political model.”‘ — bornrich.com

 

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‘Li Wei is a contemporary artist from Beijing, China. His work often depicts him in apparently gravity-defying situations. Wei started off his performance series, ‘Mirorring’, and later on took off attention with his ‘Falls’ series which shows the artist with his head and chest embedded into the ground. His work is a mixture of performance art and photography that creates illusions of a sometimes dangerous reality. Li Wei states that these images are not computer montages and works with the help of props such as mirror, metal wires, scaffolding and acrobatics.

‘Many of Wei’s photos have layered meanings, demonstrating various aspects of Chinese society. In “Li Wei’s Body of Art” by Julie Segraves, Wei comments on his “Falls” series, in which he demonstrates the shock of societal progression. He notes: “If you picture someone falling to earth from another planet, there would really be no soft landing, whether the landing were in China or in another part of the world. This feeling of having fallen headfirst into the unknown and of having nothing firm under one’s feet is familiar to everyone. One doesn’t have to actually fall from another planet to feel that way.”‘ — Chaotic Earth

 

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‘In Rafael Lozano’s “Tape Recorders”, rows of motorised measuring tapes record the amount of time that visitors stay in the installation. As a computerised tracking system detects the presence of a person, the closest measuring tape starts to project upwards. When the tape reaches around 3m high it crashes and recoils back.’ — bitforms gallery

 

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‘Trevor Paglen’s $1.5 million satellite has been lost in space—and Donald Trump’s 35-day government shutdown in January could be to blame. The pioneering artist and MacArthur Genius Grant recipient successfully launched his ambitious installation, Orbital Reflector, into space at the end of last year, but prolonged radio silence from the government during the unforeseen shutdown meant that engineers missed the window to complete the deployment of the work, a 100-foot-long diamond-shaped mylar balloon that could be tracked from earth.

‘Officials at the Nevada Museum of Art, which helped produce the work, confirmed in a statement that the work cannot presently be tracked.

‘The ambitious installation was in development for 10 years. It was launched into space in early December 3 on a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket, along with 64 other satellites that had various utilities. The plan was for it to be delivered 350 miles into the thermosphere—one of the layers of Earth’s atmosphere—before inflating the balloon.

‘It was intended to inflate Orbital Reflector once it drifted away from the cluster of satellites it was released with in order to avoid collision. After that, it was meant to orbit Earth for a few months, where it would be visible from Earth, before being burned up by the atmosphere. A statement from museum officials explains that two unexpected events occurred early on in its journey. The first was that the US Air Force was unable to distinguish between the satellites because there were so many of them, so it was unclear when the package containing Orbital Reflector would be cleared to inflate.

‘The second was that the Federal Communications Commission “was unavailable to move forward quickly due to the US government shutdown.” Before the shutdown, the museum had been working with the FCC to release the balloon at the exact right time for a safe trajectory. Museum officials were waiting for a green light from the federal agency but all communications halted during the shutdown and, by the time communications resumed, the museum’s engineers had lost touch with the satellite.’ — artnet

 

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‘The Bellyflop Collection features Misha Kahn’s interpretations on poolside and outdoor entertaining accessories. With the Bellyflop Pool Float, playful meets, well… functional. If you’re into 10/10 bellyflops, that is (hint: we are). The PVC pool float with dichroic film was designed in New York, and made to create a splash everywhere.’ — ProspectNY

 

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‘Ahmet Ögüt takes the socialist history of Ghent as the starting point for his contribution to TRACK, which is entitled ‘The Castle of Vooruit’. He concentrates on the Vooruit, the cooperative where the working-class people of Ghent assembled from the end of the nineteenth century until the early 1970s and which ran both a centre for festive occasions and a newspaper. Making reference to ‘Le Chateau des Pyrénées’ (1961) by the Belgian surrealist painter Rene Magritte, Ögüt is sending up a gigantic helium balloon in the shape of Magritte’s floating rock, launched near the Vooruit Arts Centre. He is replacing the mysterious castle on top with a replica of the Vooruit building. Ögüt captures the traces of a set of utopian social ideas in a single surreal image.’ — AOW

 

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‘In 2018, the French artist Philippe Parreno exhibited his art in the Martin-Gropius-Bau in Berlin. In three consecutive rooms, he located his artwork entitled ‘My Room Is Another Fish Bowl’ with fish-shaped helium-filled Mylar® balloons floating in the space, following an imaginary circle, like real goldfishes do in a fish bowl. For visitors, walking in such a space among fish balloons behaving like real fishes is an overwhelming experience as people felt literally transposed into a fish bowl.’ — transsolar

 

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‘The island of Robert Smithson was formed over about a week, in a ragged-looking barge yard on Staten Island, shaped by a public art group, a landscape architect, a contractor, an engineer, a project manager and various other dedicated conceptual art workers using a 30-by-90-foot flat-decked barge, 10 trees, 3 huge rocks, a bunch of shrubs, rolls of sod, a whole lot of dirt and even more ingenuity.

‘The result, which will began a brief period of daily travels in 2005 along Manhattan’s shores, was much more than just a week’s work. It was the culmination of more than 30 years of sporadic efforts to build the ambitious floating artwork that Mr. Smithson sketched out in a rough drawing three years before he died in a plane crash in 1973, an image that showed a tiny, forested, man-made island being towed by tugboat with the city’s skyline in the distance.

‘Mr. Smithson tried to find backers to build the project, which he called “Floating Island,” during his lifetime but had no luck. In the years after his death, other admirers and artists also tried unsuccessfully to get the project going.

‘The Whitney Museum, which sponsored, “Floating Island” described it as a kind of “anti-‘Gates,’ ” referring to the saffron-colored extravaganza by Christo and Jeanne-Claude that had wound through Central Park during the previous winter.

‘In part this is simply because of the modest scale and cost of the island project – about $200,000, compared with the $21 million said to have been paid to create “The Gates.” It is also because, as public artworks, “The Gates” and “Floating Island” are like a split personality: “The Gates” invited public interaction and was, in effect, completed by it; the island, reflecting Smithson’s intellectual and generally chilly aesthetic, floats off at a distance, inaccessible, inhabited by no one.’ — NYTimes

 

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‘Studio Drift’s site-specific Drifter artwork comprises a cuboid measuring four by two by two metres, which appears to be suspended in midair within a three-sided white enclosure. Patterned to look like heavy stone or concrete, the volume shifts its position by rotating and tilting – sometimes simultaneously – at different speeds.’ — Sedition

 

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‘Developed by New York graffiti artist, KATSU, who rose to fame in the 1990s by peppering the streets with his iconic skull tag, a spray-paint wielding drone is the latest step in his pursuit to paint bigger than anyone else in the city.

‘“Drones allow me to do what I had always yearned to do,” he told Bard College’s Centre for the Study of the Drone. “I’ve always looked at a building or looked at a canvas and stretched my arms out with my eyes. My eyes have always been able to reach it but my limbs have never been able to touch and reach these spaces.”

‘Lacking go-go-gadget arms, in the past he has used fire extinguishers to blast vast quantities of paint across huge areas, obliterating rivals’ puny tags with building-sized letters. Now he hopes his pet paint-spraying drone will let him get to places others can only dream of reaching.

‘“I have this little video game-inspired fantasy of lying in my bed, sending my drones out my bedroom window,” he said, “having them render my tags all over the city and then flying back home to me, like, in my bed.”’ — The Guardian

 

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‘The ‘Pebble’ installation, created by Vincent Leroy, is a sensory experience. With the mirror effect, Vincent Leroy slows down time. The ground and the horizon slowly disappear. The inflatable structure’s mechanism, uses slow-rotating steel cables.’ — wordless Tech

 

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‘The Balloon Factory functions as a workspace and spectacle at once. Through it, the Object Design League explores methods of producing objects for consumption in a direct way, collapsing fabrication, distribution and purchasing into one space. The designers are replicating a hidden manufacturing process, but more importantly, taking ownership of it. Specially shaped formers dipped into liquid latex, hand-painted, and dried to create unique balloons—a portion of these inflated with helium was given to the public. By making a product by hand that is only known to be made industrially, they locate their practice on the fringes of mass production.’ — domus

 

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‘Azuma Makoto is a Japanese flower artist who in 2014 sent a bonsai tree and a bouquet of flowers 30,000 metres into the sky above the Black Rock Desert in Nevada, USA. He attached his unusual space travellers to a specially-adapted high-altitude balloon and used high-speed cameras to record these extraordinary flights of fancy, creating 12,000 photographs in the process.’ — We Present

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Do report back on the MM concert. I’m not a big fan, but I’m curious how his thing works live at this point. I’m sure you already that he refused to let me write an article about him for Spin Magazine years ago because he assumed I was really hardcore, which of course I’m not, and would portray him as a phoney. Love has a good head for business, it sounds like. Love declaring war on gravity and winning of course, G. ** Laura, Excellent, a ‘Left Hand’ fan. His second novel ‘Generation Bloodbath’ is great too, as you probably know. Any book that doesn’t try to incriminate the reader is just taking a nap. Anyway, what you wrote about the book is great, and I hope Paul got to see it when he popped in here yesterday. Didn’t escape via the metro. I got stuck on the computer, and I’m only slightly cloudier. Thanks about the interview. xo returning. ** _Black_Acrylic, Ah, of course it’s a Japanese translated title. The Tsukamoto imprimatur is serious bait. Thanks, B. ** Alice, Still morning here for a bit more so good AM. Inspired by your fellow love of abandoned theme parks, I’m making a related post because I haven’t done one in quite a while. Mr. Blobby is on there. A lot, maybe even most, seem to be in the UK for whatever reason. There were a few dead theme parks in SoCal when I was young. There was The Pike in Long Beach which became notorious because when it closed down and they were dismantling it, they discovered that one of the figures/mannequins in the dark ride was actually a mummified human body. I did a post about it/him. Elmer McCurdy’s Dead Body’s Day. There was the LA version of Busch Gardens. There was a park called Japanese Village that, you guessed it, mimicked a Japanese Village. And I think a few others I’m forgetting. There was a big failed amusement park in/near Paris called Mirapolis, some scattered bits of which still exist. That’s in the post too. Brussels is nice. Hugo will make sure you agree, I’m sure. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh! Of course I wish the writer that perked their ears was a little more heady or something, but still. I think I mentioned that I saw Mick Jagger at Book Soup a couple of times, and he was being super friendly and talking with all the booksellers and things. It’s true that I did like him more after that. I hope your recovery is, in the spirit of the post today, uplifting and maybe even magically so. ** Carsten, Oops, apologies for the misgendering. I’ll go check out his work, thanks. The heat is gross as fuck but has not risen to the murderous level. No, the metro cooling off plan turned out to be a pipe dream. I might’ve, but about midday I reached in my pocket and realised my wallet was missing. And I panicked because not only my cash and bankcard were in there but my visa too. But, very luckily, the place where I bought food at last night found it and kept it. Still, that stress kind of ate my day. Survive the sun. ** jay, Hi, j. Very cool about the posts finding favor in and with you. Our heat is sadly still at full blast. They say it’ll start dying on Sunday, but, yeah, I’m starting to feel like I’m dematerialising a little. Happy for you, and I hope to share in that wealth ultra-soon. Just to break in, the Cube Escape games are still available on the company’s website. You just have to download their app, I think. ** Måns BT, Hey, Måns! Congrats on nailing the exam. So your trip starts really soon! Amazing! Do convince your friends that a Paris vacation is a great idea, because it really is. And because Zac and I would love to see you. Summer … the only trip planned so far is to Stavanger, Norway for a festival there at the end of August. But we’re hoping to turn it into a mini-Scandinavian theme park road trip if we can afford that. In which case we might get to Stockholm, and maybe you’ll be back from your sojourn by then and we can see you there! Wow, yeah, do tell me your thoughts on ‘Left Hand’. Finger on the trigger there, pal. xoxo, Dennis. ** Paul Curran, Paul! I was hoping a little bird or internet something or other would alert you to the paean. Things are good. Still shepherding Zac’s and my film into the world, but we’re winding down and hope to get headlong into the next film. Amazing that your kiddo is at uni. Time is so subtly scary. Obviously I’m happy and jonesing while hearing about the legendary J-pop novel’s seemingly late stage progress. One of these days Zac and I are going to get to Tokyo at long last. We’re trying to juggle our finances. All the best to you, great sir! ** Bill, Yes, your wonderful trailer! The heatwave is supposedly going to torture us until Sunday. But we’re in Amsterdam this weekend where I pray the heat has not crept. ** HaRpEr //, So lucky you. Our wave hasn’t started dying out and seems to be peaking if anything. For me you get to a point where you cannot figure out what else to do with novel or if it even needs anything else, and a break is paramount. A decent break, long enough to let the emotion part of the process fade way back. Frightening, sure, but exciting above all. ** Ted, Thanks, Ted, Happy its intrigue is functioning properly. I only just took a quick glance at your photos because I’m in p.s. ‘keep moving’ mode, but I already like them a lot. I’ll spend more time with them and gather my thoughts. Thank you so much! A role, how cool. Probably when you start rehearsing your nerves will fade or at least get balanced out by dutifulness. That’s exciting. Let me know what that’s like when and if it feels worth chronicling. ** Right. Things that mostly qualify as art and also hover. That’s today’s story. See you tomorrow.

“Left Hand is every reason why Paul Curran is one of the smartest, most daring, meticulous, violent, delicate, awe-inspiring new fiction chiselers in the known world, if you ask me. His work has been a huge favorite of lucky insiders like me for years, and now the secret is finally and definitely out.” — Dennis Cooper.

“With Left Hand, Paul Curran has written something so different that reading it will make your eyes burn.” — Matthew Stokoe.

“Stop the psychotic qualitative self-deception of childhood as Henry Miller, Paul Curran’s Left Hand ordered a mandragora sex. It is a cyber ploy plausible to deal with Georges Bataille’s supreme life anyway, this literary alcohol than ecstasy drugs cruel image of Antonin Artaud’s formalin fixed heart that heresy novel is formed on the eroticism cause of supremacy he was attached to the soul of Jean Genet’s sexual literature manual of the internet through perversion strong language. — Kenji Siratori.

“I experienced half of it not even thinking of it as a novel, but as a series of instructions whispered to me from my darkest and most reclusive self, a man I don’t like being very often. As a manual for how to go mad, Left Hand will find its own audience, but I urge discriminating readers to seek it out and read it with the utmost care and patience: slowly it unveils and embodies what happens when a sensitive mind, scarred by the sins of the fathers and the ‘acid rain’ of today’s neoliberal globalism, revolts by letting his genitals control what’s left of him after the cutting. We’ve all gone there to one degree or another, but only rarely, perhaps not since the death of Brigid Brophy, has so fine a mind allowed us access to all ten circles of hell. Or meta-hell: ‘I go to this novel’s funeral, sit on a hard chair, and observe the casket entering flames.'” — Kevin Killian.

“Like most fogged and drug-coated apathetic worlds, Paul Curran’s Left Hand begins by playing into our assumptions of the consequences of narrative violence and unpoliced desire. But as we proceed, unraveling takes hold and all perceptions of ordered identity, even the state of the novel, explode into a slowly undulating chaos. The reader is erupted, returned, through amputation and orgasm into a new site of beginning. I felt afraid in welcome, unprecedented ways.” — Cassandra Troyan.

“From extreme to extreme the balance is fleeting. A select few recognize the balance that lives between the extremes of good and bad. Such moments ought to be cherished. Moments of clarity offer a glimpse into the future. Depending on the strength of the eyes those fleeting glimpses can determine an entire life. Sometimes a future can flash before a person’s eyes. Unfortunately most people tend to blink.” — Beach Sloth.

“The narrator appears to be at war with the thing he’s been designated to create, taking part in real-life scenes as close to those we’ve been commanded to perform. It is almost as if the narrator has been enslaved to his creation, forced to recreate things that should have never had a life. By the end, everything is so fucked it doesn’t even feel fucked anymore, and the private life of the narrator doesn’t seem strange either. It creates a truly terrifying feeling—recognizing that you’ve forgotten not to relate to what the book would have you do, which is maybe the rarest sort of power.” — Blake Butler

 

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Gallery: Paul Curran (Tokyo, April 2014)

 

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Further

Insane Reading
Paul Curran @ Instagram
Left Hand on Goodreads
Buy ‘Left Hand’
Bubblegum’s Funeral
LIL ULYSSES 666
‘Left Hand’ excerpt @ Atticus Review
SLOWLY IT UNVEILS AND EMBODIES WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A SENSITIVE MIND, SCARRED BY THE SINS OF THE FATHERS AND THE “ACID RAIN” OF TODAY’S NEOLIBERAL GLOBALISM, REVOLTS BY LETTING HIS GENITALS CONTROL WHAT’S LEFT OF HIM AFTER THE CUTTING
An Interview-in-Excerpts with Paul Curran

 

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Trailers
by Bill Hsu & Ragged Lion

 

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Interview
by Thomas Moore

TM: The form and structure of this novel is just so crazily good. It’s organized into four sections. With the first and third parts of the book, it seems like it’s a list of instructions – the person reading it is being told what to do, be it observations of specific things, violence, etc. It has this really strange and hypnotic effect. It made me think about whether or not you think about the reader when you’re writing – I know some writers do and some don’t really. With this the effect that the writing had on me, it seemed like some of the devices you were using were there to specifically involve, even incriminate the reader. Could you talk about if you think about the reader when you’re writing and if so explain that a little bit?

PC: Thanks a lot about the form and structure because that’s really important with how the content functions, and I’m really glad it achieved that effect. I initially imagined the four parts as a brain or the globe being quartered (as in an experiment and also the old UK penalty for high treason, drawn and quartered). Again, all of these things are interconnected. The use of imperatives is so prevalent in everything from advertising, song lyrics, street signs, porn dialogue, flat-pack furniture, self-help and how-to manuals, computer language, prayers and tests and mantras etc, all these things we’re bombarded with or have internalized, consciously or subconsciously or genetically, as individuals who are also incriminated in or somehow responsible for the construction of the notion of being an individual, and it can seem friendly and helpful, exciting or mundane or blank, or authoritarian and sadistic etc, but it’s not used much in fiction, so I wanted to try something at length using that technique. I knew for it to work like you said – and that is how I wanted it to work (like putting a reader voluntarily through the end of A Clockwork Orange), so I’m thrilled it did for you – readers would have to be open to it working, like with meditation or hypnosis or drugs, or might throw the book against the wall, which would also be a legitimate response, I guess. It also fits in with the self-amputation theme, body identity integrity disorder (BIID), where some people experience command hallucinations, and left-handedness (I am left handed), and early split-brain experiments for alien hand syndrome. These experiments interested me because they questioned ideas of unitary identity and control of the body and its parts. So by presenting monotonous instructions in the same tone, with sometimes extreme and sometimes mundane content, I wanted to put the reader into that confusing state where it’s unclear if consciousness controls bodily movements or is a retrospective narrativization of them.

I first used the technique as a kind of split-brain handwriting experiment on myself. I planned the first and third parts with a standard three-act structure like they were outlines for two movie scripts created by a software program, so there were numbered scenes, beats, and transactions, and then I went through the outline, again by hand, filling in the details, transaction by transaction, as a paragraph each, so they were these two monolithic treatments. And as I followed this routine, I let myself write anything else I was thinking about, anything that came into my head/body/hand, observations, memories, doubts, frustrations, jokes, research notes, ideas about the book (except the last part), or whatever, in the margins or across the page. Later I wrote all those notes up to use in the second part.

Yes, from the start I was very much aware of possible readers and where it might fit into the literary landscape. I don’t think I would have attempted something like this without the support, inspiration and encouragement of Dennis Cooper and the community of writers (you included), artists, academics, thinkers, musicians, film and theatre makers, critics, bloggers, freaks and fans hovering around the kind of anarchic open university that flooded the back-rooms and front pages his blog (just before Dennis’s old blog got hacked in 2006 there was a huge update from locals about the projects they were working on), and with the emergence of small presses, particularly in the US, I thought there’d be some audience for the kind of fucked-up little book that I would have maybe wanted to find when I first read writers like Dennis and Kathy Acker in the early 90s. I was also interested in and encouraged by the two broadly different writing styles emerging from the internet writing scene, with the kind of minimalism of Tao Lin on one hand and then later on the other hand the more gothic kind of experimental lyricism of Blake Butler, and I wanted to combine those two kind of styles. And just the internet in general as well. Some of the most exciting things I was reading were the comments and arguments online, and I wanted to put that kind of wildness into a novel and then send it back out there.

TM: There’s a running theme of amputation, in Left Hand. I feel like the concept of that has a lot to do with the text as well, in terms of the formal decisions you made writing the book, and not just in regards to the content. The style feels cut and amputated, too…

PC: Sure, amputation, cutting, and texts as whole things are majorly important to the novel. And I guess that goes back to ideas of language as naming things as whole objects, cutting and dividing, and how things don’t exist unless they’re named, but once they’re named something is left out, so they aren’t the thing as an ideal thing because the ideal thing is an illusion or a fiction. I was interested in those contradictions, and in ideas about the body, and the body as a text, or a body of work, or a novel, which is all nothing new for experimental fiction, but wanted to do something in that realm that included what’s happening to ideas about the novel, the body, consciousness, authenticity, and surveillance through the internet. So I was researching a lot about self-demand amputation, or BIID, and how there was this whole community of people around the subject, and academics and doctors talking about the subject, trying to name it and define it, the medical and legal ethics of it, attempts to get it into the The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), arguments that the condition only existed because people were able to connect through the internet and mirror each other’s deluded narratives.

And a lot of criticism of it revolved around ideas that the body was somehow natural and whole, that a template existed, and should only be altered in certain ways, which is deeply contentious, itself a fiction (similar to ideas of what a novel should or shouldn’t be), and it also connects to ideas of ownership of the body and its parts and responsibly for actions of the body and its parts, and how historically the rise of humanism and individuals as subjects who own their own bodies paralleled the development of the novel as a secular guide to behavior or a reflection of how things ‘really’ are, whatever the time and place (‘everyone has a novel in them’), and like in Foucault, how punishment and state control systems change with this, particularly with the kind medicalization of everything in the late 20th and early 21st century. I was also interested in ideas of integrity, how it relates to people, as having integrity and being, or feeling that they should be, integrated, and the idea of texts and narrative integration.

So, and sorry for the tangent, in terms of formal decisions, yes, I wanted the novel to be spatially dis-integrated, compartmentalized, quartered, de-capitated (London as capital, author as authority) and sectioned (UK term for involuntary psychiatric hospitalization) and to be constantly questioning its own integrity as a novel on those many different levels (internalized self-incrimination as consciousness as language).

With the format, it goes back to first creating the fictional template, or body, as this pile of notebooks. I imagined the first and third sections, the instructions, as these two columns, scaffolds (gallows), that the other sections flowed around, and the two columns were also mirrors, slightly out of line but reflecting infinitely, the first running linear, and the third broken (decapitated, head falling). I wrote them both linear to begin with, changing each paragraph from the treatment into a single instruction of ten words. But there were initially ten lines of instructions (a-j) per unit (1.1-1.5 etc) so it was much longer. I lined up the numbers on an Excel file and used a random number generator to cut five instructions from each unit, and I used the same technique to change the sense represented in each instruction (also cutting out smell from the third section) and replaced some lines from each part with repetition of another line (like how animators repeat scenery). This gave those two sections what I hoped was a hyper/elliptical feeling, and that they might be from somewhere else, or there was something behind them, these pieces webbed over a void. I also imagined them as some previously unnamed species that had been killed, pinned down, a specimen under a microscope, named by a scientist who was also implicated in the naming, or like fossilized bones with pieces missing here and there, maybe even some flesh somehow, dug up by architects and categorized.

And again this goes back to the idea of whole objects, and the idea of a novel as being this thing that exists somewhere whole, where it’s the writer’s job to dig away at it and then present it in its most authentic form, and how that myth is also played into through original editions or manuscripts fetching enormous prices at auction.

For the second section, I wrote up the notes I’d been making during the instructions process and mixed them with chunks of research papers and reports, things like the introduction to the fifth edition of the DSM, violent porn descriptions, and a few of my blog posts. I cut and pasted sections of that doc at random into another doc. I randomly translated that doc into Japanese, section by section, using Babelfish (the tower of Babel), and then translated the translation through random chunks back into English using a Windows translator. So then I had this 100,000 word doc that I cut down and rewrote as the second section. And after doing that I wrote the last section straight onto the computer. With that one, I wanted the voice to be simpler and kind of naive, so I didn’t allow myself to write any notes about it during the years I was working on the other sections, but I obviously thought about it, and then I wrote, rearranged, and edited it quickly as a kind of traumatized post-experiment piece.

TM: Do you have strict writing hours or is it a case of working on your stuff as and when you can or feel like you can? I’m asking because the writing in Left Hand feels so structured and perfectly in place. I’m guessing a lot of the work happened in the editing stages, right?

PC: I work really slowly, but I’m pretty disciplined when I’ve got something going, although I’m also pretty liberal with what I consider work (this is work because as we do this interview I’m thinking about what the novel was and what the next one might be). Like most aspects of Left Hand, it was always going to be a long-term, inside-out, from the ground up, project which was heavily structured, and incorporated its own limitations.

It was also specifically related to living in London during the whole time of writing it. I knew I wanted to construct a short novel from a mass of material, like four novels worth, and it was going to take a long time to generate that material (a kind of simulated original, or fictive template, of lost notes). I had a 9-5 Monday to Friday job and worked on the novel at home for 3-4 hours most weeknights. So I imagined the process as an after-hours experiment or a backyard mechanics workshop. Then there were also some gaps with things like my son being born in summer 2007 and living in four different flats around West London. But because I’d spent a lot of initial time planning the form and structure, and also doing research, like setting up a compartmentalized experiment, that allowed me to pick it up after breaks and also incorporate those plans, disruptions, and changes into the text.

And then there was, yeah, a lot of editing, but the main thing before that was the planning, because in the plans I also planned how to edit it. The editing process was also structured with particular rules and constraints, and that made the editing maybe the most pleasurable part, like I spent years forming this monstrous body that I would then cut at mechanically in particular ways.

TM: I like the idea of the plan being to make a short novel from a mass of material. It sets up this situation where you have to be instinctively destructive or something, knowing that you have these large stacks of stuff that need to be broken down. And yeah, I remember sitting with you on some little square the day after the riots. There was this strange mood, and I remember seeing everyone jump and flinch every time they heard a police siren, which under normal circumstances may not have had the same effect. I think you caught a lot of that claustrophobic and tense atmosphere in the book. It feels like the book has really sucked things in, purposely, from the environment in which it was written. I’m wondering if you’re planning on doing a similar thing with your writing now that you’re living in Japan again? Are you involved in any art scenes or such there?

PC: Yes, for sure, London itself is such a mass of material and connections. Shepherd’s Bush particularly for me because my family stayed there with our aunt who worked in a restaurant at the BBC Television Centre before we moved to Australia, and just by coincidence I found a flat off the Askew Road when I moved back. I remember reading about things like Dickens opening a reformatory for ex-prostitutes, some sent to Australia. And the atmosphere from the tube bombings on the day after the host city announcement in 2005 (that police-state grid coming down around the central areas, and I remember reading about when they originally constructed the tube they bypassed Hyde Park because the earth was so compacted with skeletons it disrupted drilling) up until the 2012 Olympics.

I definitely pulled a lot of stuff in as I went through different stages of the novel. Funny, I also wrote my first, unpublished, novel in Australia in the last couple of years running up to the Sydney Olympics. And, yeah, now I’m in Tokyo with the 2020 Olympics on the horizon of a post-Fukushima Japan. But I’m more hesitant, or maybe it feels more complicated, to purposely write about Tokyo, although maybe that’s because I haven’t been back that long and the more I’ve been thinking about it, the more kind of inevitable it seems, and how to do that will take some figuring out. I’m not involved in any scenes at the moment. The last year’s been pretty hectic, getting back over here, into the same apartment we left nearly ten years ago, without our dog (who was one reason we went – my girlfriend wanted to take him to see the ducks in Hyde Park, so we got married and moved to London) but this time with a son who’s just started Japanese elementary school, and I’m like his personal English tutor now (I don’t speak Japanese), trying to keep up with the UK curriculum, and I’m also working as well, so a similar schedule but I’ve got more free time and holidays than I had in London. And now things have settled a bit and the novel’s out, I feel clearer to concentrate a lot more on developing another big project.

 

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Book

Paul Curran Left Hand
Schism Press

‘To stop this novel occurring from this motel room is impossible. I go with a girl. We meet a boy. There is sexual intercourse with glass on the floor in a broken pharmacy. A police officer discovers my dead body in the back of a stolen van. The police officer shoots at my dead body. The girl is driving the van. I want to murder the boy. But I think it would be easier to murder the girl. So I try to murder the girl, even though I am already dead, and the boy throws me onto the road. That is the end of this novel.’ — Schism Press

 

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Excerpts

from LEFT HAND

1.1.

a) Perch with your feet on either side of the bathtub.

b) Stare at your cock getting hard through the rising steam.

c) Hear your lungs sucking in the most air they can.

d) Exhale and then thrust your mouth down at your cock.

e) Slip under the water hitting your head and pass out.

1.2.

a) Catch your reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink.

b) Taste the bathroom steam mix with the hallway’s thick dampness.

c) Look at Alex slumped on your bed shooting up heroin.

d) Hear yourself asking Alex about the money he owes you.

e) Listen to Alex describe the English language course he joined.

1.3.

a) Smell Alex’s hair as his mouth slurps on your cock.

b) Let go of the curtain hanging broken from your window.

c) Taste some blood that you noticed on your left hand.

d) Watch your hand pushing Alex’s head away from your cock.

e) Shut the door behind Alex and collapse onto your bed.

1.4.

a) This line has been left blank for no particular reason.

b) Wake up to the sound of a phone ringing somewhere.

c) See the words left hand printed deep inside your brain.

d) Lean back in your chair when you smell your manager.

e) Watch your manager saying there is blood on your collar.

1.5.

a) Spy on a woman in the window behind your office.

b) Feel the head of your cock glide between your teeth.

c) Smell the carpet below your desk after you fall down.

d) Remember Alex calling heroin the only cure for jet lag.

e) Unravel a note that you found in Alex’s coat pocket.

2.1

a) Click on a Japanese schoolgirl masturbating in a navy uniform.

b) Taste honey in your throat when her limbs are amputated.

c) Look up when you notice a student approaching the counter.

d) Watch the student’s eyes and say the manager is out.

e) Ask your colleague if she can answer the student’s questions.

2.2.

a) Stand in front of your mirror sniffing a schoolgirl uniform.

b) Lay the mirror on your bed and become a schoolgirl.

c) Watch the schoolgirl in the mirror fucking a Coke bottle.

d) Feel the Coke bottle rip the inside of your asshole.

e) Taste soap on your lips and collapse onto the mirror.

2.3.

a) Tap your keyboard until two words appear on the screen.

b) Say the words left hand to yourself in your head.

c) Change the font from Times New Roman to Courier New.

d) Increase the font size until each word takes one line.

e) Put the words in bold and italics before deleting them.

2.4.

a) Feel a layer of sweat and deodorant covering your body.

b) Take your left hand off your mouse and bite it.

c) Realize that your computer screen has swirled into tunnel vision.

d) Try to touch the words coming from your colleague’s mouth.

e) Listen to your chair swiveling around as you stand up.

2.5.

a) Hear the sound of your shoulder barging the toilet door.

b) Breathe in the mix of bleached come and air freshener.

c) Smell your invisible left hand in front of your face.

d) Turn on the hot water tap and taste the water.

e) Look at the water running through your invisible left hand.

3.1.

a) Order a Double Whopper meal at Burger King in Westfield.

b) Go into the Disney store and touch the stuffed toys.

c) Listen to women trying on lingerie in different changing rooms.

d) See a customer pointing you out to a security guard.

e) Look at the security guard asking you to follow him.

3.2.

a) Walk into Central Bar and order a glass of vodka.

b) Take a mobile phone off the counter and call Alex.

c) Look at the phone and say you quit your job.

d) Listen to the traffic going through the Holland Park roundabout.

e) See a schoolgirl in uniform getting off a 94 bus.

3.3.

a) Suck on the last piece of ice in your glass.

b) Breathe in deeply and rub your cock through your pocket.

c) Hear a horn blasting the schoolgirl across Shepherd’s Bush Green.

d) Catch the scent of her white panties as she walks.

e) Hide behind a tree when she looks over her shoulder.

3.4.

a) Listen to the schoolgirl calling to you on Goldhawk Road.

b) Inhale her vanilla perfume as she turns down an alley.

c) Grab her hair and kiss her mouth until she resists.

d) Push her to her knees and pull out your cock.

e) Squeeze her throat and fuck her hard in the mouth.

3.5.

a) Lick your lips then hear footsteps coming down the alley.

b) Glance around realizing your cock has left the schoolgirl’s mouth.

c) Smell garbage as the schoolgirl’s head hits a brick wall.

d) Catch a taste of her panties as she slumps down.

e) Watch the come spurt from your cock onto her legs.

 

from OBSCURE DISTORTION ORGAN 

To stop this novel occurring from this motel room is impossible. I go with a girl. We meet a boy. There is sexual intercourse with glass on the floor in a broken pharmacy. A police officer discovers my dead body in the back of a stolen van. The police officer shoots at my dead body. The girl is driving the van. I want to murder the boy. But I think it would be easier to murder the girl. So I try to murder the girl, even though I am already dead, and the boy throws me onto the road. That is the end of this novel.

I leave my father’s remains in a glass case at a strip club and catch a flight to London, shouting drunken methods in an Indonesian bar during a layover on the way, or when I get to Europe in a hostel somewhere east of Prague, where the owner says medicine rather than method has been inserted into your writing. It is no remedy, I reply, and orgasmic childhood psychosis is not self-deception, but if stopped and ordered to ask, alcohol is a plausible ruse for coping with life, and anyway this novel is stronger than medicine because of the heart images formed through fictional masturbation. When the owner asks me to pay, I tell him my money to get high will come from the directors of several multinational companies who intentionally republish this novel in its current unrecognizable form.

London summer is a bone-hot tombstone deceased under where I walk. I arrive as a prostitute accompanied by internet instructions about illegal student immigration. Anyone speaking natural English will confuse the authorities. Language draws up substances lacking actuality, and desire is more easily pursued with confidence when you can blend into the crowd. I work in an ex-curtain factory on Uxbridge Road. I stand in a corner of Shepherd’s Bush Green. A mysterious telephone call on an abrupt slow night possesses enough doubt to deceive what guides me. Her shoes. Her husband. The absence of a pulse. At a sewerage plant, near where they used to make cars, I walk across rusted pipes churning out shit and mulched up paper and enter an abandoned factory converted into apartments now derelict and possibly being used as some kind of theatrical space. I join what appears to be the audience participating in an unrealistic performance of a courtroom situation until my attention implodes and I slink under the floorboards. Other things happen after that. I become another person completely.

 

from A TOWER OF LIMBS

1.1.

a) Hear the beat moving and vibrating down through your intestines.

b) Squint at a glitter ball reflecting racks of colored light.

c) Taste sulphur and sweat that has dried and come back.

d) Watch people talking and laughing crowded around tables and booths.

e) Feel the music circling through your ass and your cunt.

1.2.

a) Notice a man and a woman dancing on a stage.

b) Look at the woman sucking on the man’s soft cock.

c) See yourself in a mirror tied up to a pole.

d) Watch the man trying to fuck the woman from behind.

e) Bite at and chew on the material covering your mouth.

1.3.

a) Watch the man spraying his cock to get it hard.

b) Try to squeeze your hands out of some wrist straps.

c) Look at the woman grabbing and pulling the man’s hair.

d) Clutch onto the pole and try to yank it out.

e) See the man throwing the woman down on her back.

1.4.

a) Twist the wrist straps around until your hands are numb.

b) Look at the man pissing on the woman’s shaved head.

c) See the woman scratching and then punching the man’s face.

d) Watch the man strangle the woman until she goes limp.

e) Look at the man wanking and coming on the woman.

1.5.

a) Choke yourself jerking forward on the strap around your neck.

b) Gag on the vomit back-washed through your mouth and nose.

c) Feel and hear the screams coming out of your throat.

d) Watch people talking and laughing crowded around tables and booths.

e) Close your eyes and fade into the music guiding you.

2.1.

a) Hear the music stop and see the lights go down.

b) Track a spotlight and listen to a voice saying welcome.

c) Feel yourself being lowered into a chair with leg stirrups.

d) Listen to the voice explaining there are only two contestants.

e) Hear the voice saying the first to come inside wins.

2.2.

a) Reach past the spotlight to a crack in the wall.

b) Feel the crack move as the voice introduces the champion.

c) Listen to the champion strutting around the stage and clapping.

d) Look at people trying to order drinks at a bar.

e) See an assistant grabbing and dragging me onto the stage.

2.3.

a) Hear the assistant pinning me down and removing my clothes.

b) See the champion inspecting me through the mirror on stage.

c) Watch the champion wanking his cock and punching my face.

d) Look at the champion picking me up in the air.

e) Feel the champion slapping his cock up against your cunt.

2.4.
a) Listen to me crying as I wank over your reflection.

b) Tell me you want only my cock inside your cunt.

c) Feel the champion’s spit hitting your face and your breasts.

d) Look at your body wasted from drugs in the mirror.

e) Wince each time the champion punches me in the head.

2.5.

a) See the champion laughing and throwing me through the mirror.

b) Listen to me wanking my soft cock on the floor.

c) Feel the champion kicking your stomach and then choking you.

d) Watch me trying to get up but then falling down.

e) Notice your heart throbbing when you see me standing up.

3.1.

a) Hear the champion jump on me and fuck my ass.

b) Feel a gust and realize your left arm has gone.

c) Listen to me wanking my cock covered in your blood.

d) Watch the champion rubbing your cunt secretions on my face.

e) Feel another gust and realize your right arm has gone.

3.2.

a) Taste some morphine and see an assistant slapping your cheeks.

b) Look at the blood spurting out from your left hip.

c) Hear the champion sticking his cock into my droopy mouth.

d) Watch me bite the champion’s cock and swipe his feet.

e) Notice some people below the stage glancing up at us.

3.3.

a) Look at me picking up a piece of broken mirror.

b) Watch me stabbing the champion in the face and neck.

c) Feel the champion’s full weight collapse on top of you.

d) Listen to an assistant dragging the champion behind the stage.

e) See a different assistant inspecting your cunt with his tongue.

3.4.

a) Hear music blasting from speakers and then see lights spinning.

b) Watch me escape from the assistant who was holding me.

c) Feel my cock throbbing hard as I pump your cunt.

d) Taste the come spurting from my cock into your uterus.

e) Sense the come travelling up inside and around your body.

3.5.

a) Gaze at your headless and amputated torso on the stage.

b) Drift to the rooftop and breathe in the midnight air.

c) Feel the neon warmth of Bangkok Hong Kong Shanghai Tokyo.

d) Hear an airplane taking off and rumbling through the sky.

e) Catch your silhouette looking out from one of the windows.

 

from SCATTER 

Paul thought he had suffered a fatal brain injury but felt like he had entered a new reality and was experiencing everything for the first time. He predicted what he was going to see before he opened his eyes. There would be palm trees and seagulls and the ocean swelling along the same beach he had seen a million times before. But everything would be totally different. He felt calmer and more in control than he had ever felt in his life. The oscillating binaries of pain and desire had gone. His head had been wiped clear. The tide seemed to be connected to his breathing in an unselfconscious way. He doubted he could move even if he wanted to. He expected to be paralyzed at least.

– – – – –  When Paul looked at the road, time became unstuck and hurtled back into the present. He watched the van swerving away from him before it straightened up and settled into a comfortable pace. He could just make out Robert and Lucy huddled together through the dusty curtain across the back window and he held onto that image for a long as he could. He told himself it didn’t bother him that they were together. It seemed to represent the correct order of things.
—–A road train coming from the mines in the desert ploughed head-on into the van. The impact ripped a hole through this new reality. The van crumpled and flipped into the air before landing on its side. A door came spinning off the van and skidded into a ditch covered with long dry grass. Everything went silent for a second after the crash then returned louder than before. Dragging sound out of every object present, the road train kept going. Paul stepped back as it lumbered past. The driver was focused straight ahead on something far beyond this plane of existence. The van was motionless. No one climbed out from the hole where the door used to be. The heat shimmered everything into a mirage.

Paul smashed a bottle on a sewerage pipe. He gripped the neck of the broken bottle in one hand and his cock in the other. He staggered along the beach, stabbing the bottle at his chest and wanking his cock until it got hard. When he was about to come he shuddered to his knees and hacked into his cock with the broken bottle. The glass got halfway through and the come spurted out along with the blood. Ecstatic under the influence of the chemicals shooting through his body, and determined to enact their conclusion, Paul hacked the glass through the rest of the flesh until the whole thing came away.

– – – – –  After standing up and walking a few more steps, Paul looked back at the discarded lump of flesh lying there but couldn’t comprehend that it had ever been connected to his body. It resembled a dead sea-creature washed up on the tide rather than the rare delicacy he once believed it to be, but of course those two analogies amounted to the same thing in the end. Paul felt voices somewhere in his head and realized the voices were telling him to keep going. The blood now pumping from where his cock used to be turned into flames between his fingers. He stared into the flames until he couldn’t see or feel anything. His body became pieces of cinema film, burnt up and melted as he collapsed into the sand.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Jack Skelley, Hey, J. So happy to have suited you. Oh, no. No Efteling? Gosh, well, you have to priories your kid’s needs and comfort, but, oh, alas. Your future is exciting nonetheless. Stay cool in Milan. Wow. Yeah, can’t wait to hear the stories of how it was and will forever be. xoxo. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘A Snake of June’ … what kind of title is that? What could that possibly mean? ** Adem Berbic, LA feels very open space-wise. Wide open. The buildings are mostly quite low to the ground. That might be partly why. Bosnian coffee sounds complicated. Only for microwave-only me though. Maybe there’s a Bosnian restaurant here. As a kid I only read TV show tie-novels and basically nothing else. I was very into TV. I used to write letters to TV stations begging them not to cancel my favorite show. My favorite shows were always getting cancelled. I had weird tastes even then. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Thanks. I think my memory must have been pretty close, or LdC probably never bothered to read it. Impactful Jarmusches … ‘Ghost Dog’, ‘Dead Man’, ‘Stranger than Paradise’. I think that’s all. You? Well, it’s good that people who inspire forced smiles are usually so self-involved that they don’t even notice. Love feeling unsurprised to attend the opening of a big art show that included work by Marilyn Manson’s girlfriend and discovering that her work was a huge cross composed of ‘spooky’ photos of Marilyn Manson, G. ** Angusraze, Hey. That’s good to know about that possible East European funding. Zac and I may need to look into that. Music of late? My New Band Believe, Nina Garcia, Lucy Railton, Tyler Friedman, … Love back. ** Tosh Berman, Thank you kindly, sir. Meguro Parasitological Museum? No, I’ll hunt. Wait, Zac’s and my favorite hotel in Meguro doesn’t exist anymore? Oh, no! I looked and only found a ‘Man from Uncle’ comic book. This looks like it might be an ‘The Avengers’ photo novel? I can’t quite tell. Love to you, mister. ** Carsten, Hi. Thanks for your understanding. I guess, like I said, hit me back later on if you want to. Yeah, ‘Poetry Spots’, I remember recording that. It was kind of nice. I haven’t seen or talked to Bob Holman in many years for no good reason. I don’t know Ariel Resnikoff. Is she related to Charles Reznikoff? I’ve seen Jarmusch movies on planes. Or a couple. That’s where saw the rather terrible ‘The Dead Don’t Die’. ** Diesel Clementine, Hello multiply to you too. I’m fine. It’s horribly hot here, but I’m fine. Congrats, it sounds like, on the newish job. And cool about your friend’s press and your book. What’s the press called? Does it have online presence yet? You’re coming to Paris! In the old days, summer heat was usually fading away come mid-August, but now it’s a crapshoot. I hope you get lucky because heatwaves here can be very tough. Parisians leave Paris for August for the most part, so you might see more tourists than locals. Mm, hanging around the Canal St. Martin in the 10th arr. in the evenings tends to be where young Parisians cute and not gather. A coffee, sure, of course. Hit me up when the time’s right. Excellent. Paris is dreamy. I hope you’re weller than well! ** Steve, I can’t imagine us making an animated film, but it’s not impossible. We really like shooting and then editing the footage. Not sure about ‘Johnny Torture’. I’d have to look it up, and I likely will. Right, I’m thinking of the live music show Night Flight. I don’t about the one you’re speaking of. ** Antonia, Hi! Doubt it about ‘Crazy for Vincent’ because I actually don’t like that book. I like his other works, but that one pissed me off. I don’t remember why. I like Béla Tarr, and that’s really good one. Curious to hear what you think. And, yeah, that’s very cool about the Teshigahara. I should make a post about him. Hm, I will. Have a spectacular second half of your week! ** HaRpEr //, Dylan was really something else up through ‘The Basement Tapes’, but after that I just don’t hear the greatness enough anymore. Someone else just mentioned ‘The Pepsi-Cola Addict’. I have to go find/get that. Very interesting. ** Laura, Hi. I hope TimothyT is still out there somewhere and maybe even googling his old moniker. I don’t think I know that Dagmar Zúñiga music, but I’ll hunt it. Today is going to be about escaping the heat mostly. I just realised the 9 metro line cars are air-conditioned, so maybe I’ll ride back and forth on it all day. ** laura w, Thank you about the interview. That’s interesting, I did play one Rusty Lake game. Coincidentally called ‘Cube Escape: The Lake’. It was terrific. I’ve meaning to play more of their games. Cool. Now I can and will. Do you have a particular recommendation? Thank you! How’s your today so far? ** Okay. Today I direct the blog’s spotlight onto Paul Curran’s first excoriating, beautiful novel ‘Left Hand’, which I (obviously) highly recommend to you if it’s not under your belt yet. See you tomorrow.