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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’m down maybe five feet I take a moment to thank the leaf-filled rectangle of sky, and with the muslin settled over my mouth and nose I yank on the tarpaulin and the black mound falls Then I pull the tarp out from under the covering layer, scrunch it down my side, and delicious hunks and crumbles of dug earth say: welcome   I allow a last minute of earthly thought and congratulate myself on this ingenious arrangement The spot in the forest, far from anywhere The tarp and the spade The digging – a long hole, deep enough to work, deep enough to be right – and the piling of the soil on the tarp with a good strip hanging over the edge of the hole for easy tugging The hurried discard of clothes, my body a chilly worm Turns out it starts to get warm quite soon as you go down; a reminder you’re entering a living being   Here’s the idea, which you’ll agree is simple and elegant: stay here, breathing with care, and make a long, long count to five in the glorious black See what happens At some point my wish will come true and I’ll bud; a tendril will burst from me and wrap me into the world From my flat edges, roundness   After a while it will be time to push up and out into the mossy night Ejected from under the skin of the world, I’ll be real again, greener, humming with mitochondria A twig in the nest, a bee in the hive, a member of the family, a body in a body-shaped space –   No three toadstools/porn-fae yet that day, but from spin to spin I’d got a decent number of gnarled oaks coming up on paylines Even one five of a kind Only Qs, but those five Qs brought me even I’d had a celebratory drink at that point I’d had a celebratory jelly snake from the top desk drawer I noted rhythmic splashes coming from outside, so I bent and twisted to raise the blind for a little dose   From the

Contributor

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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fiction

March 2017

A Table is a Table

Peter Bichsel

TR. Lydia Davis

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March 2017

I want to tell a story about an old man, a man who no longer says a word, has...

Interview

February 2011

Interview with Manfredi Beninati

Lowenna Waters

Interview

February 2011

Time, memory, the landscape of the mind, manifestation and metamorphosis, resurgence and collapse and the crisp crust of Sicilian...

poetry

September 2011

Nigel

Patrick Langley

poetry

September 2011

Jamie sat alone at the edge of the dance floor and wondered how long it would be until Nigel...

 

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