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Surprised by the Deliciousness of Air: A Second Person Review of Réka Nyitrai’s Conjoined Works Split Split and Game of Little Deaths by Jonathan Cardew

You think there’s something almost kinky about Nyitrai’s two works in one, a book you have to physically flip if you want to read the other. Two works lying in bed together, toe to nose. The middle of the book, a sort of portal, contains the following...

It’s God’s Fog Up Top: A Review of Benjamin Niespodziany’s Cardboard Clouds by Jonathan Cardew Who Quotes Various Lines from the Work Instead of a Traditional Review (Plus a Few Pics) Partly Because He is Lazy and Partly Because He Doesn’t Want to Debase This Extraordinary Hybrid Collection of One-act Plays and Prose Poem Oddities with the Mundanity of Review Language Hence This Recycled Homage to Language Play Itself (and a Few Pics)

Language! “The symphony in the pit consists of rhythmic minimalists.” “Lips like witch” “The sky is a sweltering velvet, held together by loose nails.” “Low. But also loud. Like a herd of cattle. Like dark, dark dust. Dense. Shut up.” “She sews a wisdom tooth into her...

Surprised by the Deliciousness of Air: A Second Person Review of Réka Nyitrai’s Conjoined Works Split Split and Game of Little Deaths by Jonathan Cardew

You think there’s something almost kinky about Nyitrai’s two works in one, a book you have to physically flip if you want to read the other. Two works lying in bed together, toe to nose. The middle of the book, a sort of portal, contains the following...

It’s God’s Fog Up Top: A Review of Benjamin Niespodziany’s Cardboard Clouds by Jonathan Cardew Who Quotes Various Lines from the Work Instead of a Traditional Review (Plus a Few Pics) Partly Because He is Lazy and Partly Because He Doesn’t Want to Debase This Extraordinary Hybrid Collection of One-act Plays and Prose Poem Oddities with the Mundanity of Review Language Hence This Recycled Homage to Language Play Itself (and a Few Pics)

Language! “The symphony in the pit consists of rhythmic minimalists.” “Lips like witch” “The sky is a sweltering velvet, held together by loose nails.” “Low. But also loud. Like a herd of cattle. Like dark, dark dust. Dense. Shut up.” “She sews a wisdom tooth into her...

I Don’t Know About You But by Kara Vernor

  I Don’t Know About You But by Kara Vernor, [A Craft Essay]  I read and write because it’s cheaper than travelling and the second best way I know to surprise myself and feel something new. To remind myself that my daily trappings—showering, running my face through a...

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