jupitersterrain four

misc notes/draft  21.53

I couldn't quell my deep yearning for contact and warmth

Nii Ayikwei Parkes

I have come to see my writing career as the job of a middleman, or the equivalent of a brand; seeking stories, packaging them in my language or brand, and passing them on to whoever wants to buy into my rendering of the truth. I focus on the voice of my characters, and relinquish the control of the truth to them, although it can only be told within the limits of my vocabulary. I also rely heavily on the ability of my audience to be able to afford – by dint of taxing their imaginations and preconceptions

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Electroplating the Baby

Jo Shapcott

rivuuuuuooos

mad cow , my life asleep, tender taxes 

apparently Shapcotts embrace of the universal

went so far as to leaving her front door open at night like Anna Akhmatova  

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‘Anti-Spiritual Pollution’

Reality Elegy

real edgy

We have chosen the snow-white skeleton of a small bird as the symbol of this website. When you stare at it, don't be fooled into thinking that you are merely looking at the past. Its fascination lies precisely in the fact that it is no longer past. Its feathers, skin, flesh and blood were lost who knows where, and today only its skeleton remains, small and exquisite, like a form, suddenly revealing all the sky through which it has flown. It is just like a work of literature, rich in archeological significance at the level of thought. Staring at it, then, you can hear the following voice: "make it blacker take tonight away again together with thousands of years."







Yang Lian