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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...

dear angélica   dear angélica I can’t make it I got stuck in the elevator between the ninth and tenth floors and by the time the elevator man realised it was already ten-thirty   dear angélica I can’t make it I had a little problem at home my hair got caught in the washing machine actually it’s still stuck now I’m dictating this email to my neighbour   dear angélica I can’t make it my dog died and was resurrected and ascended to heaven I spent the whole afternoon involved with firemen and aerial ladder trucks   dear angélica I can’t make it I lost my bank card in an atm I went to complain to the security guard who was actually a crook he stole my purse and I had amnesia from the shock   dear angélica I can’t make it my boss called at the last minute saying he went to hawaii on a motorcycle and I had to go to work in a bikini so I caught a cold   dear angélica I can’t make it I’m in a cybercafe by the orinoco I was kidnapped by a terrorist group please deposit ten thousand dollars in account 11308-0 at citibank valparaiso branch thanks I’ll pay you back when I get home     *     woman in red   what could she want this woman in red she must want something since she’s wearing that dress it can’t be just a casual choice it could have been yellow green or even blue but she chose red she knows what she wants and she chose that dress and she’s a woman so based on these facts i can conclude i know what she wants it’s elementary, dear watson: what she wants is me it’s me she wants it could only be me what else could it be     *     grad   men women are born they grow they see how others are born and how they disappear from this mystery a cemetery arises they bury bodies then forget   men women are born they grow they see how others are born and how they disappear they record, record with their phones make spreadsheets then forget   they hope their time comes slowly men women don’t know what comes next so they go to grad school   men women are born they grow they know that one day they’re born and the next they disappear but that’s not why they forget to turn off the lights and the gas     *     These poems were selected for inclusion in the January 2015 Translation Issue

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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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Issue No. 12

A Samurai Watches the Sun Rise in Acapulco

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TR. Rahul Bery

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Issue No. 12

To Miquel   I possess my death. She is in my hands and within the spirals of my inner...

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January 2016

Interview with Tor Ulven

Cecilie Schram Hoel

Alf van der Hagen

TR. Benjamin Mier-Cruz

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January 2016

Tor Ulven gave this interview, his last, a year and a half before he died, leaving behind a language...

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March 2017

Interview with Bae Suah

Deborah Smith

Bae Suah

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March 2017

The Essayist’s Desk, published in 2003 and written when its author Bae Suah had just returned from an 11-month...

 

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