killing denouement


stroboscopy, editing and the attention theory of value


From The New Inquiry, Joan Didion from “After Henry”:

“What editors do for writers is mysterious, and does not, contrary to general belief, have much to do with titles and sentences and ‘changes.’ The relationship between an editor and a writer is much subtler and deeper than that, at once so elusive and so radical that it seems almost parental: the editor … was the person who gave the writer the idea of himself, the idea of herself, the image of self that enabled the writer to sit down alone and do it.”

I like this a lot. Stroboscopic photography, too, is fascinating. From what I understand, the camera’;s shutter is left open, and a strobe light is set to the desired frequency. A picture is essentially taken, and imprinted onto the same frame every time the strobe light flashes. It seems well suited to capturing movement; human bodies dancing seem especially beautiful.

Following Didion, I suppose the strobe light is the editor, to the dancer-as writer. Illuminating, clarifying, revealing: not just in the immediate moment but the same kind of stroboscopic image of what a piece, and the writer’s movements through it, could be? There’s a strange and lovely jouissance here too. Or perhaps it is that everything shot; penetrated, if you will, with a mechanic lens or kino-eye has the same sense of heightened transgression that’s only made undeniably apparent in this kind of image?
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a little visual series on castration, acephalous anxiety

Perhaps I should make this a recurring thing? Above, an animated take on Carvaggio’s Judith beheading Holofernes, with the original after the jump. I don’t know too much of the story; this provides a tidy summary, albeit on Gentilleschi’s version. To the left, the tattoo—three years in the considering—that I finally got this summer. Kind of awkwardly, I’m beginning to use it, or rather the Acéphale reference, as an insta-barometer of people I meet.

I don’t think I’ve ever come across a text more beautiful or true. To the extent I’m writing about it, perhaps misguidedly, in a grad school applicaiton question that asks about your favourite writer, and a specific work. (more…)



francois robert, crust, bones and not burial


The weather’s really been turning lately, and with it comes new music. Or, new-old music—I’m currently reacquiring most of that late 80s extended dischord family turn to post hardcore. (And at that, can’t find Embrace anywhere). It’s not quite right though, and older hardcore and crust still seems a little too abrasive for the moment. Suggestions please? Otherwise it’s been a lot of dubstep, or post-dubstep, or whatever people are calling it lately. This weekend I saw Mount Kimbie at Public Assembly quite by accident – the first gig I’ve ben to in I don’t know how long. I don’t think I even know how to just listen to music anymore, nevermind obsessively live and consume. (more…)



dirty cars and bike semiotics
October 3, 2010, 12:08 am
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Cars: Dirty, polluting, dangerous, unnecessary etc. Biking in the city can be faintly traumatic, with a near miss on the traffic heavy portion of Jay Street by the bridge today. Texan Scott Wade, can’t resist drawing on said dirty cars, except with images a little more complex than your usual smiley faces. The ‘dirt’, locally known as caliche, is a mix of limestone dust, gravel and clay.
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