January 2012
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#25
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...
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#24
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...