I’ve started working on a short essay on Maggie Nelson’s Bluets. the book keeps popping up in my imagination, so I’ve decided to try to write myself through my fascination. As for now I haven’t got any written stuff to show you, but this is what my desk looks like at the moment: in comparison…
Tag: Jacques Roubaud
Christmas in February
A dear friend, whom I sometimes suspects knows me better than I know myself, came to visit me the other night. She brought me a delayed christmas gift, containing this: India Song – a 1975 French film directed by Marguerite Duras. It has been some years now since I last visited the world of Marguerite Duras. I…
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