The previous post talked about continuations, haunted by the spectre that haunts us all, growing awareness of being in the anthropocene and impending doom. Doom and dooms. Winter, as they say, is coming.
“Happy” World Goth Day yesterday. (more…)
Or: why I don’t write book reviews. (more…)
Since the advent of The Post-Ironic Dictatorship Of The Post-Proletariat in the USA, there’s been a certain resurgence of interest in—and a renewed appreciation of the eternal timeliness and relevance of—the allegorical, the apocalyptic, and active women; writers, makers, and shapers. It’s not all about The Handmaid’s Tale; I have a sense that Christine de Pizan may be having a resurgence. Renaissance. Renovation. Consider this a tip-off on trend-spotting, cool-hunting, and innovation. (Also, on these subjects, if you’re looking for something else to read, may I recommend William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition and Zero History).
Anyway. I’ll be reposting a bunch of stuff from recent Twitter in a next blog post on here. Much will be from today: being the feast day of Joan of Arc, burned at the stake in Rouen on this day in 1431, and whose first biography (in her lifetime, in 1429) was by Christine. (more…)
Margins and marginality are wonderful, as are their transgression and subversion and any play with them. But, as all wearers of glasses know, frames can be fun too.
This is a piece about frames and framing. Updates seem to be turning it into an illustrated prosimetrical short story about liminality and its horrors. Which was unexpected and is weird. Blame the uncanny conjunction of borders and walls in the news, UBC, bande dessinée, Guy de Maupassant, and Marguerite Porete. (more…)