Super, and naturally abnosome.
I have a stupid cold and thus I am either enjoying poison ivy green menthol and eucalyptus baths or I am chained to the bed (or rather couch, since I prefer to sit out my…
Category: Popular Culture
The rottenest heart in all creation
Mikhail Bulgakov, THE HEART OF A DOG, Harvill Press, 1999 I stumbled upon this beautiful edition outside an antique book store right across the street from the theatre and simply had to buy it. Look…
Making cents
A movie night with Leo and the Joker or: how a pun got lost in translation and has been bothering me ever since. It’s the hot topic of late 2019, the second fashionable clown after…
My things really are written with an appalling lack of practicality!
What might as well describe me is in fact a quote assigned to no other than J O H A N N E S B R A H M S 1833-1897 Johannes Brahms. One of…
“The hog-squeal of the universe”: on Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle
One of the benefits of doing a degree in cultural science with emphasis on literature is that you’re reading list gets constantly extended. Last semester was all about Großstadtliteratur (urban literature? Metropolitan literature? Eh, books…
Art meets Literature
It was one of those humid days when the atmopshere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water. Photo: Ryan McGinley, Deep Creek (Hot Springs), 2005 Quote:…
My Body is a Cage
Fritz Zorn meets Arcade Fire meets The Intellectual Chaos. I’ve scribbled and drawn this during a time I felt really bad. The Jüngling had just dumped me (via text message while he was on a…
Genetics, Gender, and the Greeks. On Jeffrey Eugenide’s Middlesex.
Whereas I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a…
Facing your fears: The Snail-Watcher
Confession: I suffer from slugophobia. Not sure that word exists (yet), but I use it anyway to describe my very unnatural abhorrence of those slimy little bastards. Shell or no shell, slug or snail –…
Ian McEwan: Black Dogs
In 1946, a young couple sets off on their honeymoon. Fired by their ideals and passion for one another, they plan an idyllic holiday, only to encounter an experience of darkness so terrifiying, it alters…
