January 2012
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Jan 29th
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Melancholia: A Review   The credits of Melancholia are currently rolling, and the timer on the Blu-Ray player is at two hours and thirteen minutes. I call my accountant to draw up an invoice for those two hours and thirteen minutes, to be sent directly to Lars Von Trier.   I will admit, gentle signori and signore, from the second part of Melancholia onwards I was deliberately forcing the film...
Jan 27th
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Poetic Manifesto If I were to write poems, they would have to avoid cliché, like all things I feel I must create. There would be no  arbitrary line breaks  No metaphors about bleeding, no nature  No fucking unexpected profanity  No gratuitous sex (not a single cunt)  No rhyming, or perhaps only rhyming  Acrostics would be punishable by death  You would not be “thee”, only...
Jan 26th