Sunday, March 11, 2007

Scarecrow 45: Offbeat & Brutalism . . .

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Coming soon: Scarecrow 46. Including Dan Fante, H P Tinker, and much more .

If you’d have asked me one year ago if a literary scene existed and was alive and most definitely kicking in London, or New York, or California . . . anywhere, I’d have laughed at the very thought. We’re still standing in that long, drawn out shadow The Beats created I would have wailed. I would have bemoaned the very nature of it (not that there is anything wrong with The Beats really – I mean, has anyone actually touched the genius of William S Burroughs since? I very much doubt it). But now, one year on, ask me. Go on, ask me. [Read More . . .]

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[short fiction]

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[interviews]

"I honestly only wrote the The Book Of Fuck for my own amusement, and never showed it to anyone for a few months, maybe a year or so. Then Wrecking Ball read a few pages and said they’d put it out. The slow part was actually getting the book out. For various reasons it got delayed a couple of years, so it ended up coming out four years after it was written. I think the lesson learnt was: just write for yourself and assume it’s not going to be published".

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Three new books are now available for your reading pleasure; two from the very beautiful Social Disease and one from Shoes with Rockets. Proof that good, solid, unforgiving Literature is out there:

HP Tinker - The Swank Bisexual Wine Bar of Modernity [Social Disease].

Siezure Wet Dreams - Tony O'Neill [Social Disease].

London Pub Reviews - Paul Ewen [Shoes with Rockets].

Please purchase generously as these authors deserve it. Oh, and if you didn't already know Lee Rourke's EVERYDAY will be published by Social Disease very, very soon.

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Memphis Underground - Stewart Home [Snow Books].

And another thing:

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Hendrik Wittkopf

Hendrik Wittkopf's paintings in acrylic show an ephemeral figuration. Having stayed extensively in Kolkata, India, he refers to people living on the periphery. In the paintings the world shines through a multicoloured curtain. The people depicted seem to be captured in a moment, the social room of which being juxtaposed to the painted scene in a way that is both banal and sublime. There is a disturbing intimacy, suspending the notion of private and public space.

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