My favourite magazine seems to have finally created a website for themselves. Check out “A Horrible Prada Nightmare” in the downloads section for an example of the writing and visual layout. Similar literary and visual aesthetic to Stanley Donwood, which is overwhelmingly a good thing.
The glass is scattered, shattered, on the road, being crunched and tossed glistening by the stream of cars passing. An accident slowly erased. Every day comes the sun through the small window in the corner of my room differently, as the universe unwinds. In the night when I wake up I hear the cars, and [...]
Your train will arrive soon and you will leave with it
Brad Weslake
This dentistry is mostly white. White concrete walls, white tiled floors, white-coated people. As I had entered, a young woman displayed an automatic smile containing two fine rows of pure white teeth. They looked two-dimensional, touched-up, ready for the magazine cover. They lent her [...]
“The Abbé Terrasson says that if the size of a book is measured not by the number of pages but by the time needed to understand it, then it can be said of many a book that it would be much shorter if it were not so short.“
(Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason, Trans. Paul [...]
The ecstatic love of a young writer for the old writer he will be someday is ambition in its most laudable form. This love is not reciprocated by the older man in his larger library, for even if he does recall with regret a naked palate and a rheumless eye, he has nothing but an [...]
Woke up mid-afternoon and scratched some sleep off my eyes, wondered if the guy I’d met at the party next door had left the lounge I gave him to sleep on for the night, he had, made some toast with tomato and avocado and cheese on sourdough that looked like it might have been too [...]
Tim got a mind like vertical hold
Brad Weslake
“those who live by the sea do not hear the noise of the waves” (Viktor Shklovsky)
I can’t talk proper to Tim because Tim say ‘I got a mind like vertical hold’, like you know one of those old TV that you have to make sure the picture stay [...]
Scandals were rocking America, slowly rocking America to and fro like a baby. Whispers echoed down hallways, phone calls flew down wires and greeted sleepy aides and public relations officials. Those responsible killed themselves, or went into hiding, thinking that public life was the only life and you could reach anonymity either in death or [...]
Observation
A very large man not content with his own extra flesh, and so walking a small dog.
Hypothesis
Maybe the main reason Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason sells is because of all the newspaper essayists who use phrases such as “it’s not the Critique, after all” when reviewing books, in the same way your average hack uses [...]
The following will with any luck appear in Issue 2 of Neo-Industrial Opera.
Echoes of The New: Steve Reich at the Sydney Opera House
12 February 2003
Brad Weslake
When I moved to NYC at the end of the 1970s, Steve Reich’s music hit me with a ferocity equal to that of all the exciting rock-based music (from Television [...]
Put my hands in the air and waited for signals
Saw control towers swaying in the wind
Wondered who was still and who was moving
If things will end or if they’ll begin
Heard a girl say what’s behind the blue sky mum
Heard a mum say it’s blue all the way in
Leave it to fate
Fated to leave
Fêted as left
Faded [...]
Zhu Ming, 3 March 1999, Performance at Meikoy Gallery, Beijing.
Zhu Ming is going to be crawling across the water in Sydney Harbour in this bubble on Sunday 9 March, Saturday 15 March and Sunday 16 March at 2.30pm. It’s at Farm Cove, between the Sydney Opera House and Mrs Macquarie’s Chair, and can be seen [...]