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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...

On the most literal level, Pier Paolo Pasolini’s elliptical, spiritual-cum-sensual movie Teorema (1968) is about an entire family being driven to distraction by their mutual desire to have sex with Terence Stamp Viewed from this angle, it is realistic enough that it might be reclassified as a documentary – theirs is, after all, an understandable insanity, shared by many moviegoers in the sixties and beyond Only 923 words end up being spoken over Teorema’s 90-minute running time, and because Terence Stamp does not, as it turns out, actually speak Italian, the 25 or so allotted to his character are dubbed That Pasolini cast him anyway is testament to both his wattage as an actor, and to Pasolini’s innate understanding of lust as a thing that is removed from language, totally unbound by reason, and as sudden and inexplicable as a miracle What Stamp possesses is an air of glamour, in the most traditional and most supernatural sense – ‘a sort of spell,’ the writer Autumn Whitefield-Madrado wrote in 2015, citing the old Scottish word glamer as its root, ‘that would affect the eyesight of those afflicted, so that objects appear different than they actually are’    The family in Teorema are both rich and unfulfilled, their lives luxurious but stultifying and empty, until one day they receive a mysterious telegram informing them that someone called ‘The Visitor’ will arrive shortly When he does, because he looks the way he does – those bright teal eyes and that absurd, almost feminine cupid’s bow, the whole face somehow simultaneously innocent and evil – it is as if some obvious force of nature, like a hurricane or a Biblical flood, has burst into their bourgeois home and swept away their inhibitions Who are they to deny beauty in all of its terrible strength, its divine power? Who could possibly resist what has been carefully designed, either by nature or by God, to be entirely irresistible? The first to fall prey to his eerie magnetism is the maid, who is so moved and so unsettled that she cries just looking at him and then rushes

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

February 2014

Interview with Lisa Dwan

Rosie Clarke

Interview

February 2014

In a city where even the night sky is a dull, starless grey, immersion in absolute darkness is a...

Art

March 2014

Amy Sillman: The Labour of Painting

Paige K. Bradley

Amy Sillman

Art

March 2014

The heritage of conceptualism and minimalism leaves a tendency to interpret a reduction in form as intellectually rigorous. If...

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Issue No. 8

The White Review No. 8 Editorial

The Editors

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Issue No. 8

The manifesto of art collective Bruce High Quality foundation, the subject of an essay by Legacy Russell in this...

 

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