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Scott Esposito

Scott Esposito is the co-author of The End of Oulipo? (with Lauren Elkin; Zero Books, 2013). His writing has appeared recently in Music & Literature, Drunken Boat, and The Point. His criticism appears frequently in the Times Literary Supplement, the San Francisco Chronicle, and The Washington Post.



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The Last Redoubt

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November 2014

Scott Esposito

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November 2014

As they say of politics, I have found essay-writing to be the art of the possible. Certain work can only be done in those...

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February 2014

Another Way of Thinking

Scott Esposito

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February 2014

I. There is no substitute for that moment when a book places into our mind thoughts we recognise as our...

Bound with animal fat, milk, or blood, Roman concrete is hardened over time Less water would ordinarily mean a less workable, yet stronger setting substance – concrete production being a tireless balance between liquid and solid against stability – but sanguine additives introduced bubbles of air, like tiny vehicles for the movement of solid materials through the cement, enabling flow and so multiplying the minutes between the mixing of the concrete and the moment it set for good A splash of water could be sacrificed without reduced workability Once the concrete set, each entrained microdwelling of air became a pore, allowing the now solid structure to absorb new water and for this to freeze, thaw, and exit the artificial stone without fracturing its temporary home In correspondence to the civilisation itself, strength was won and growth quickened with blood The first Pantheon was erected following the determining sea-fought battle of that last war of the Republic – the fight that saw Cleopatra exit, like a descendant of so many kings, with an asp to her breast Its replacement, built under Hadrian – concrete beneath brick – still stands The resistance of this ancient concrete was forged at scorching temperatures, the ash of Vesuvian eruptions precooked just as the limestone in Portland cement is sintered to clinker today Two parts volcanic mortar to one part lime; blood for tenacity; horsehair to reduce shrinking; laid by hand in line with its aggregate It built the Pantheon, the Colosseum, it rebuilt much of Rome and thousands of miles of road These days a soupier substance is needed to flow through machinery Watered down by industrialisation, and for the sake of economy, it is required to move faster, to build more It arrives ready mixed, slow-setting, weaker and bloodless Its quickflow corpus is reinforced now by steel; cracks begin to appear much earlier on   As the Empire faded, so too did the common use of concrete, its systematic application being the stuff of large-scale bureaucracy The Middle Ages had concrete, but not as much, nor as strong, nor so persistent In building material circles, it

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August 2014

Scott Esposito

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August 2014

Scott Esposito is the co-author of The End of Oulipo? (with Lauren Elkin; Zero Books, 2013). His writing has...

Negation: A Response to Lars Iyer's 'Nude in Your Hot Tub'

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September 2012

Scott Esposito

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September 2012

I do not know whether I have anything to say, I know that I am saying nothing; I do not know if what I...
Art's Fading Sway: Russian Ark by Aleksandr Sokurov

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May 2012

Scott Esposito

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May 2012

I have often fallen asleep in small theatres. It is an embarrassing thing to have happen during one-man shows, and I am certain that...

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December 2013

When We Were Here: The 1990s in Film

Masha Tupitsyn

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December 2013

‘I remember touch. Pictures came with touch.’ -Daft Punk, ‘Touch’   In the 1990s, three important pre post-reality films...

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September 2014

The Fringe of Reality

Antoine Volodine

TR. Jeffrey Zuckerman

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September 2014

Many thanks to those who have allowed me to speak; now I’ll do so.   I’m actually not talking...

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Issue No. 3

Fifteen Flowers

Federico Falco

TR. Janet Hendrickson

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Issue No. 3

To Lilia Lardone Summer was ending. The air already smelled like smoke, but it still looked clear, sunny. The...

 

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