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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...

Others have it worse, have had, will always ‘We,’ though, own the record now for largest building collapse   A double you could call it Work with it Live with it Others far away die (and live) with the daily probability of car bombs, bus bombs, persons exploding in the neighbourhood They experience bombs from the sky and the earth, and are exhausted and homeless, and watch their children wasted by hunger, maimed, lost; and can’t keep in touch with friends to get help, join forces, or mourn And can have scarcely a thought except for today’s survival Scarcely a thought period For example, that history is what hurts Thought must seem like a leisure activity for those whose survival is in doubt Like reading   And so, what is my experience worth, displaced from a lower Manhattan loft for three weeks by air quality and marginal restrictions and shock?   What use is my experience? What do I make of it, putting it together? A form it may take in what we make A half-recalled remark someone made about a very long sentence or two of mine   A memory bears me from inside myself perhaps an hour and a half beyond that first clear sight from the parking lot across the street from our old six-storey brick building eight blocks from the shining north tower of the World Trade Centre abstractly, palpably burning, and a few minutes later the south which from my angle with scarcely a sliver of space between the two seemed to catch fire from the north; and carries me beyond several things I did thereafter during an extended moment of unusual dimensions (a structure also of some outside and inside project encompassing me) such as shut my absent neighbours’ fourth- and fifth-floor wide-open windows that I’d noticed from where I stood at five minutes of nine across the street C thinking floors, height, sky, fire, distance, closeness, passengers, and a ‘thought’ that the plane, which I had not seen, was gone into that hole it had made (that I could see) shaped by subtraction – while with me in the

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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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May 2014

Preparation for Trial

Ben Hinshaw

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May 2014

Establish remorse from outset. Express bewilderment at sequence of events so unlikely, so absurd and catastrophic. Assure all present...

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March 2016

Interview with Han Kang

TR. Deborah Smith

Sarah Shin

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March 2016

Han Kang is a disquieting storyteller who leads the reader into the very heart of human experience, where the...

Interview

October 2012

Interview with Sjón

Mary Hannity

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October 2012

In Iceland, they eat puffin. The best-tasting puffin is soaked overnight in milk. ‘Then give the milk to the...

 

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