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“A homeschooled pimp who argues with bins…”
I refuse to feign interest in a Rolling Stone article, but this tweet from Phil Purser-Hallard – and they’re all tweets, as even the dank one himself knows – is as dull as the story it objects to. To watch The Sopranos as “macho gangster pulp” is to admit you watched it in the most…
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Behind the Screens
One afternoon, Father Power pointed up at a red light to the left of the altar and said that when that light was glowing, God was in the house – it was powered by Him. I looked up at it, a red glowing bulb in an ornate brass cage, and asked why – if God…
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Get Pumpt
The backlash against heat pumps had only just started last time I talked about environmental politics here. We’re now so high on the fumes of the whole saga that it’s tempting to cheer when one businessman pops up to tell another one they’re talking pish. Having spent a bit of time considering the question of…
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The Matrix Resurrections, revisited!
The problem with the Matrix movies has always been that you can’t live in the future. This might be true on a philosophical level, but in cinematic terms there is a more immediate problem: the future world of the films has never looked or sounded like a destination. Resurrections tries to rectify that, filling the desert of…
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Footwork #1
On Saturday 12th August I made a mistake: I crossed the river Clyde when there was an international cycling tournament in town. I’d had some experience of this the week before, when I’d skipped round heras fencing and made my way to Buchanan bus station in the early hours of the morning on my way…
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A Tornado in My House
The fourth in a series of posts about Six Feet Under Previously: Six Feet, Infinite Dimensions “I made a terrible decision and brought us to a horrible place“ Comic Book Men Meanwhile, in the mid ’90s: In my last post on this subject, I made a passing reference to Six Feet Under being weird about…
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Run That Back #2
Still alive, still linkblogging, still avoiding the attentions of a disapproving god! Patricia Lockwood’s essay on David Foster Wallace, The Pale King and contemporary worries about what attention is and how we use it is worthy of your time. The conclusion, where she articulates the worry of becoming what(/who?) we read, seems to me to…
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Pick Three – I Inside the Old Year Dying
A hard album to describe if not to listen to, I Inside the Old Year Dying has sent music writers scrabbling for the press release. Three details recur in reviews: that field recordings are part of the soundscape, that Harvey asked John Parish and Flood to stop her from using “the PJ Harvey voice”, and…
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Pieces of the People We Love
In preparation for a short post on The Second Fake Death of Eddie Campbell, I’m revisiting some of my earlier writing on Campbell’s work. This time out, I’ve republished what I had to say about The Fate of the Artist on I Love Comics back in 2006. But wait – when you’re going to post…
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No Part is Saved
Like its predecessor, this post was originally written in September 2007 for a blog that no longer exists. I’m republishing it here in preparation for a post on The Second Fake Death of Eddie Campbell. ‘Crash, roar, smash, plunge. The artist’s journey finishes with him washed ashore on the desert island of his own mental…
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