by Travis Jeppesen on April 26, 2011
It doesn’t matter; there is no matter. Memory doesn’t spit out physical objects, all pristine and shiny. If there is such a thing as a truth in writing, about writing, then it’s always located in the roughness around the edges. (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on April 24, 2011
“Buildings and walls may be erected and razed, but something about the city always stays the same. Gray, sunless Berlin with its sullen, underfed inhabitants who only come out at night. Berlin in dim, chronically underlit bars where you have (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on April 23, 2011
Where the life of the mind is concerned, totalitarianism has already triumphed, and its benefactor has been American-style democracy. This is reflected widely in the “literature” that is most praised and consumed in our culture, a literature that can no (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on April 22, 2011
He allowed every type of material, organic and synthetic, into his universe, and fittingly, much of the work is now undergoing the kinds of processes the human body endures once life has vacated it.