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The process of reality and art in a fantastically crude infographic made on Paint to explain my reasoning behind the idea that a human’s idea of reality is by nature already resurrected by the time he understands it. Up = life (1), down = death (0). Everything we know is already dead. 

This is essentially what my whole thesis boils down to. Not that everything we know is already dead but that all of life is built on resurrection (i.e. that all of life is built on death and that death is not dead itself, but is the breeding ground for life itself). 

Morrison (Toni) resurrects history, imagines it anew, gives fresh memory to a stale and damning past, to move towards the redemption of a people and to claim and carve a place in contemporaneity. It takes the forgetting (death) of one history to resurrect it, to see it with new eyes, and to birth a new way of living. 

Light christmas reading. #literature #theology #crazy #notimetobefestive #whatholiday?

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Hi, I’m an academic.

Speaking at a conference and having 98% positive feedback has gone straight to my head. My thinking has now entirely bypassed my MA thesis and gone straight for the PhD. Currently considering:

  • Running Water in Raymond Carver’s Short Stories. 
  • Tall Stories, Tall Buildings: Architectural Oppression in America’s Written Cities. 
  • "A house divided against itself cannot stand" : Narrative Illusions of Home and Family.
  • The Transparent Mirror, the Expansive Seas of Glass: Literary, Literal and Abstract Senses of Postmodernist Self-Reflexivity. 

…Fuck. I am pretentious. 

I write vignettes and I write them well. I doubt I shall ever write anything of any substance greater than the length of a paragraph. However, I shall take hope and reassurance that what I pack into my paragraphs of tone and texture is more than some novels. I’m waiting to become McCarthy or Nabokov, for every sentence in each 500 page book to hold the weight of the world or a heavy heart between each full stop. That’s the plan.

Years later he’d stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He’d not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation.
From The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

Damn straight Grist! Right on the money. 

Prospective abstract for a paper I may be presenting at a conference in Lille.

In discussing the history of American violence, Christopher Waldrep and Michael A. Bellesiles view violence as a ‘domestic tradition, rather than an instrument of foreign policy’. Certainly, in the most shocking and controversial depictions of violence in contemporary American literature, violence occurs domestically, meaning both within the borders of the USA, as well as having a clear but complex relationship with the space within a house and home. This is referring to the relationship between the domestic space and violence, rather than ‘domestic violence’ in the ‘traditional’ sense.
Patrick Bateman of American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis and Kevin of We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver both expose the difficult relationship that the violent characters have with ‘the domestic’, including; the relationships associated and formed within this space, the architecture of the home, and the impact of a domesticated American whole upon these iconic figures of fictive violence and their actions. The roots of American identity and masculinity have created a condition of life that create violent acts and it is the dichotomous constructs and expectations of the home and the political state that perpetuate both the real and fictive violent cultures within this country.

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