Interviews with Ross McElwee and Werner Herzog (among many others) in Vice‘s film issue. And an interview with Alastair Brotchie of Atlas Press about Norman Douglas (with reference to Fr. Rolfe). Martin Riker of the Dalkey Archive is interviewed at Poets & Writers. A translation of Carl Seelig’s Wandering with Robert Walser by Bob Skinner (via Golden […]
(for Robert Walser, Swiss poet, in his madness) Than sky, the lemon, dredged, more dark this liquid. Fluminal violet, in a lockjaw littoral, swings Wind-swathed, wind-cradled Asunder the scooped rays With fanged spire sentinels at last unbend Over slender moles, where pedalos are harnessed. Dazed, mad or dumb unscented gaze, but ladies Emit, by twos […]
“—Music hurts me. I don’t know whether I truly love it. It finds me wherever it happens to. I don’t go looking for it. I let it caress me. But these caresses are injurious. How should I say it? Music is a weeping in melodies, a remembrance in notes, a painting in sounds. I can’t […]
“Simon was twenty years old when it occurred to him one evening as he lay in the soft, green moss beside the road that, just as he was, he could wander out into the world and become a page boy.” (Robert Walser, from “Simon: a love story”, trans. Susan Bernofsky, p. 15 in Masquerade and Other […]
“My theme does meddle somewhat, of course, as if it came too close to life, which may perhaps have grown too sensitive. What made life so? Is it going to stay as it is, or change? Why am I asking this? Why do so many questions come to me, softly, one after the other? I […]
“Remember what I told you before; namely – and you’ll know it still, I hope – that it is possible for one eye alone, open or closed, to achieve an effect of terror, beauty, grief, or love, or what have you. It doesn’t take much to show love, but at some time or another in your, praise […]
A Flickr set by Golden Rule Jones of photos related to Robert Walser, including manuscript pages in microscript. And Pierre Joris has Artaud’s notebooks. For good measure, an interview with lovable old Thomas Bernhard.
Golden Rule Jones is translating Carl Seelig’s Wanderungen mit Robert Walser, which sounds fantastic. More poetry at the Marquise Dance Hall: Thursday the 14th of December at 7 pm, C.S. Carrier, Christina Clark, Paul Killebrew, and Julien Poirier from Ugly Duckling Presse will read from their poetry.
are these ones from some college: There’s something about the chains of logic evident in these little narratives that I love: the weird defeatism which reminds me so much of the little stories of Robert Walser, like this one: The Robber A pretty woman loved a robber. She was rich, gave parties. Of him it can […]
The girl (II) On a bench along an avenue sat a girl. All around her lay gardens with charming houses inside, and the girl, you might say, was lovely to look at. Everyone who saw her sitting quietly on her own had a desire to engage her in conversation. Soon someone stepped up and offered her […]