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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...

I Base New York September 27, 2020   War breaks out A war to wipe a country off the map A country that is not on the map to begin with   Artsakh   A name that feels a bit ours, among my Armenian friends, because we know where this unmapped place is and, although I am an odar (a ‘non-Armenian’), also a bit mine, because I have been there and it has since been in me    Two summers ago, I arrived in Armenia with a couple of fellow writers to teach at the Center for Creative Technologies in Yerevan known as TUMO (after the national poet, Hovhannes Tumanyan) We were supposed to fly home shortly after the last session of our three week-long workshop The nonfiction and poetry instructors left as planned, but I, the fiction teacher, wasn’t ready to go back to New York, where I lived I postponed my ticket for another week And then for another And another    The Caucasus enfolded me With diaspora Armenians flocking into Yerevan for the summer, my circle of friends quickly expanded, as did my understanding of Armenia and its fraught borders I learned about the existence of an adjacent state to the east: a self-proclaimed republic nestled in the mountains At every mention of its deep green forests, its waterfalls, and monasteries, the fictional country found its way into my imagination The name itself seemed to have wonder inbuilt into its utterance: two ‘ah’s culminating in an exhalation So, one morning, I went to the bus station by myself and jumped on a van headed to Artsakh      II Ascent Nagorno Karabakh July 30, 2018   ‘how are you????’   A text from a friend arrives when I am in the marshrutka, a routed passenger van, four hours and many miles away from Yerevan, as we reach what Google Maps signals as the edge of Artsakh    ‘how are you????’ carrying the implicit question: ‘where the hell are you?’    Another text arrives with an answer: ‘Welcome to Azerbaijan Calls cost $179/min, text $05 to send and $005 to receive Enjoy your trip’   My phone vibrates again, and again, and again, and again    ‘Welcome to

Contributor

August 2014

Rose McLaren

Contributor

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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Interview

Issue No. 8

Interview with Sophie Calle

Timothée Chaillou

Interview

Issue No. 8

Sophie Calle is France’s most celebrated conceptual artist. Her highly autobiographical, multi-disciplinary work combines the confessional and the cerebral,...

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November 2014

Interview with Juan Goytisolo

J. S. Tennant

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November 2014

Juan Goytisolo is one of Spain’s leading writers, but one with a fraught relationship with his home country, to put it...

poetry

November 2014

Like Rabbits

Bethan Roberts

poetry

November 2014

When my husband unrolled the back door of the brewery’s lorry and hoisted first one cage, then another, onto...

 

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