September 2011
1 post
Hypocrite lecteur
You can always spot the newbie. Not so much by the greenish tinge about the ears as the golden, starstruck expression and the ever-earnest gaze. Newbies gravitate towards unremarkable planetoids like Rothenstein like short-circuited satellites, meant to survey the heavens but caught instead by a nearby gravitational well of massive self-importance.
Newbies are an inevitability, yes, but pity them...
May 2011
1 post
April 2011
1 post
1 tag
Lean over on the bookcase/ if you really want to...
January 2010
2 posts
Special Guest, Enoch Soames
I was on TV! That proves I’m real. Well, you probably didn’t see my interview with Charlie Rose, but Hilobrow has published an edited transcript.
from the transcript:
“Charlie Rose: Enoch, you have a Twitter feed, and a blog. Let me just jump right in and ask the question at the top of everyone’s mind, how were you able to return? Did you make another Deal with the Devil?
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The Devil Went Down to the British Library
I do try, from time to time, to make a stronger impression. In December I was featured on Levi Asher’s LitKicks blog!
A little about who I am and what I’m doing here, from LitKicks:
“Enoch Soames, a Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties (1919) tells the story of Max Beerbohm, the author-as-character-within-the-novel, and his encounter with Enoch Soames, an unsuccessful writer and...
December 2009
1 post
“The thing that I tell you know / it may not...
November 2009
4 posts
And then what happened was
So I moved to London, as I said. It took me about forever to find anyone. I really had the sensation that people were looking right through me, even more so than Paris. At least in Paris they would acknowledge me when they wanted something! Social town, you know. In London everyone was very intent on their own Newtonian trajectories, described by private polynomials.
I finally found them....
My story so far . . .
Look, I’m not going to waste time on a lot of trivia. What do you care what my childhood was like, I’ve been trying to forget it ever since I escaped! Plus, I know ALL ABOUT future biographers. They don’t do you any favors. None. So the Hell with them. They’ll get what I give them, nothing more.
I was in Paris. We were all in Paris, if you weren’t there then...
“As to imitation, poetry is a mimetic art. It creates, but it creates by...”
– - Percy Bysshe Shelley, Author’s Preface, Prometheus Unbound
October 2009
2 posts
“How can anyone - know me - When I...
August 2009
13 posts
I have determined my ISM.
I know what you think: nihilism, atheism, done! But no — too easy. If I was really a nihilist I would not care what any of you think. I would not care to think, ha! More to the point — I would not care to write. Because you see writing is an indelibly optimistic gesture, no matter how dark the content or how despairing the sentiment. The act of attempting to communicate, and of preserving...
“If I could be that guy, instead of...
Nothing as Something
I just had another brilliant idea.
I could republish Negations as a blog, of course. That would be more your type of “thing,” these days. But I still have an allegiance to the book as a book. As an object. Of course it didn’t sell all that well the first time around.
But then it hit me - what that means in your marketing vocabulary is scarcity, and what that means is...
Circle 2.0
Perhaps I ought to say something about what I’m doing here. Although I really don’t know why, you ought to know me quite well, already. Let’s just say we have excellent bandwidth down here — what, you didn’t know one of the Circles was virtual? You are at least familiar with allegory, I hope … ! Oh, the unlettered and image-soaked modern masses. However,...
