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Rose McLaren is an artist in London.



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Talk Into My Bullet Hole

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July 2015

Rose McLaren

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July 2015

‘Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for those people?’ ‘Oh, I don’t...

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May 2014

Art Does Not Know a Beyond: On Karl Ove Knausgaard

Rose McLaren

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May 2014

Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle has an oddly medieval form: a cycle, composed of six auto-biographical books about the...

INTERMISSION   She stabilised She started dying and then stopped My brother said her aneurysm had sealed       stuck   between a kidney and her spine with no place for blood to leak I’m on the way out         she kept saying to friends and family daring them to say she wasn’t Perky       almost belligerent   It was always hard for her to feel valued Her combative talk was more loving than sugary words   She was surprised how many people wanted to speak to her       say goodbye see her one more time       weak as she was   people who never cried started weeping on the phone she cheered them up with bedside gossip          tell me       how many men        did your mother           sleep with       really?   I held my mobile to her ear so she could chat with my daughter in Colombia   a grandson in Barcelona another in Palestine and her sister-in-law   in a bad way too who said in her soft voice I shall follow you soon     THE BUS TO SOLITUDE   I ask the driver to tell me when we reach Schloss Solitude I don’t speak German   I did once       my mum knew it she took a mini-gap-year in Germany 1937 why on earth did her parents send her there then or was it Berne       why didn’t I ask?   German for me was one of those paths not taken I’ve mostly forgotten       except the sound some grammar       a few songs   but the driver seems to say that when we get to Solitude I’ll know and of course there’s a sliding screen   with Next Before and After clearly marked in rolling surtitles like Stations of the Cross We bowl through the streets of Stuttgart   the road begins to climb through a deciduous muddle of forest coming into full green foil each leaf jumping out of bud   a promise my mother will never see again          burgeoning  she used to say       with a grin at the fancy word   We are on a mountain with a castle on the summit       like the story she loved as a child       I have her copy there will be mines below       a princess   who has to be kept safe from underworld goblins plotting to flood the mines and take over the kingdom   and a winding stair       leading to a secret chamber where magic will take place on its own terms which appear to other people as an empty

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August 2014

Rose McLaren

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August 2014

Rose McLaren is an artist in London.

The Prosaic Sublime of Béla Tarr

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Issue No. 6

Rose McLaren

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Issue No. 6

I have to recognise it’s cosmical; the shit is cosmical. It’s not just social, it’s not just ontological, it’s really huge. And that’s why we...
Stalker, Writer or Professor? Geoff Dyer's Zona and Genre

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February 2012

Rose McLaren

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February 2012

‘So what kind of a writer am I, reduced to writing a summary of a film?’ wonders Geoff Dyer half way through Zona. Such...

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Beyond the Horizon

Patrick Langley

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Issue No. 1

Listen to the silence, let it ring on. (Joy Division, Transmission) I It is not yet dawn. The city...

Interview

October 2013

Interview with Chris Petit

Hannah Gregory

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October 2013

Chris Petit likes driving. Most of his films, from his first Radio On (1979), to London Orbital (with Iain...

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October 2012

Crown of Thorns Starfish

Caspar Henderson

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October 2012

If you look into infinity what do you see? Your backside!  –Tristan Tzara   The drug-addict, drunk, wife-shooter and...

 

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