I keep having this discussion with the person I like the most in the world; he once translated to Danish Sylvia Plath’s I am Vertical in one night, and I felt so offended. You have to respect her. You have to respect her work. We still sometimes joke about it, but I realise I’m committing the… Keep Reading
Ark volunteers pick and present their favourite reads of 2017. The Melancholy of Resistance by László Krasznahorkai What if sense requires a certain amount of nonsense to make sense? And what if you get too close to this nonsense inherent in the production of sense? Then, I wager, you get the surrealism of The Melancholy… Keep Reading
I am finishing Bluets while listening to the waves in Hiroshi’s Yoshimura Teevee, included (ironically) on the album Green (1986). My heart skips a beat when I turn the page after proposition 240 and I see a blank page: the book is over, there are no more propositions left for me to read. At least… Keep Reading