27.12.10

"In a sense, the heart of darkness was here all along."

Iain Sinclair takes a walk round Hackney:



It's a habit I can't break, Hackney...a place of self-generating mythologies...someone steps out of a building and wants to give you another part of the narrative...

13.12.10

Murmuring

Across the street, the television is on: cut to pandas in a zoo, cut to spherical chef behind a large butcher block, cut to funeral of Elizabeth Edwards. In twenty-four hours, the television will still be on, but the images will be entirely different. If, as is often said, the cuts are so quick they disorient all but the very young, what is less often observed is that the news cycle runs no faster than a middle-aged person's digestion.

Over here, some interesting gestures toward "immaterial literature," including my friend Rivka's "Case Notes of Medical Student, East Harlem."