Currently living in Zambia, Africa where I edit The Art Pages, a Zambian non-profit art newspaper. Looking to move to the States and work in a gallery. I write experimental fiction and some poetry in my spare time as well as write about the visual arts.
If only she weren't so prolific, the thinking goes, that Nobel would be hers. And Joyce Carol Oates – with the aid of her pseudonyms Rosamond Smith and Lauren Kelley – is nothing if not prolific, having written well over fifty books in her lifetime. But this is not for lack
I am concerned with the following:
-The intersection of International Style architecture and Witchcraft
-The act of not being a person while being a person
-Empty, modernist architectural spaces as perfomative space
-Atmosphere providing climax / unending suspense without release
Bolano’s works are a wash of multiplicities. Art and literature are woven into crime and atrocity; literary culture is a whore to its own vainity; vanity is a strung out pimp in the middle of a thunderstorm; the story of person a: poet, custodian, radical transvestite briefly intersects with and is