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Rose McLaren is an artist in London.



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Talk Into My Bullet Hole

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July 2015

Rose McLaren

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July 2015

‘Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for those people?’ ‘Oh, I don’t...

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May 2014

Art Does Not Know a Beyond: On Karl Ove Knausgaard

Rose McLaren

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May 2014

Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle has an oddly medieval form: a cycle, composed of six auto-biographical books about the...

1998   In the summer of 2006, at a bar off Odéon, a girl I didn’t know drew a French flag on my cheek with a blue-white-and-red roller It was the World Cup quarter-final and France were playing Brazil When that game ended (1-0 from a Thierry Henry goal in the fifty-seventh minute), my friends and I ran outside to Boulevard Saint Germain to hear the cacophony of car horns and watch a group of young men spreading a French flag so large it stretched across the boulevard, enveloping the cars on the road, turning Saint Germain into a river of the three-coloured fabric As we walked towards the Seine, the Saint Michel fountain was full of people singing and shouting ‘qui ne saute pas n’est pas Français!’ (‘You’re not French if you don’t jump’)   That summer, I learned the words to the Marseillaise Although at that point I’d lived in France for three and a half years, I’d never picked up anything beyond ‘Allons enfants de la Patrie / La jour de gloire est arrivé!’ Perhaps because that idea, patrie, which impossibly combines homeland, nation, birthplace, feels untranslatable Or maybe it was the feeling that the anthem creates an image of France that feels white and monolingual and Catholic — an idea of France that includes few of its people I knew that football players were often criticised for not singing along to the Marseillaise before matches, because they felt the song did not represent them I understood them I was still looking for a France that I could celebrate   *   The celebrations of that summer, with people pouring into the Paris streets, marked a distinct shift from the intense demonstrations in the city that year The previous autumn, dissent arose following the death of two teenagers, Zyed Benna and Bouna Traoré, who were electrocuted when police chased them to a power substation The demonstrations in response sparked violence across Paris and the rest of the country Months later, in the spring, students were demonstrating over a new labour bill that introduced ways for employers to fire workers under

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August 2014

Rose McLaren

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August 2014

Rose McLaren is an artist in London.

The Prosaic Sublime of Béla Tarr

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Issue No. 6

Rose McLaren

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Issue No. 6

I have to recognise it’s cosmical; the shit is cosmical. It’s not just social, it’s not just ontological, it’s really huge. And that’s why we...
Stalker, Writer or Professor? Geoff Dyer's Zona and Genre

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February 2012

Rose McLaren

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February 2012

‘So what kind of a writer am I, reduced to writing a summary of a film?’ wonders Geoff Dyer half way through Zona. Such...

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March 2017

The Urban Cyclist

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TR. Alison Entrekin

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March 2017

No terrain is impossible for the Urban Cyclist. His powerful legs drive the pedals down in alternation, right, left,...

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December 2016

Three Poems

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December 2016

ADVICE FROM BENJO CORTEZ GALLERY OWNER, CHELSEA THE RED CAT, NEW YORK, 2AM    When I feel something It...

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May 2016

Postcard from Istanbul

Sydney Ribot

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May 2016

    Saturday       On March 19, at 1 p.m. in a café off Turnacibaşı St., an...

 

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