I was unblocked for years, getting reviews or riffs or whathaveyous out at least once a week. For months now—more than months, really—the words don’t come out, or they come out in quips on Twitter. Or I don’t feel like they’re necessary. I guess that’s fine. I’m not sure what I’m doing with the blog at this point. So anyway, these are the signed pieces on the blog over the last three months.
I also reviewed Paul Kirchner’s The Bus 2.
I riffed on Star Wars: The Force Awakens, suggesting that “SW: TFA takes Star Wars itself (as brand-mythos) as its central subject. The film is “about” Star Wars.”
I read Ursula K. Le Guin’s Hainish novels and riffed on them.
And I wondered if anything good happened in Quentin Tarantino’s film The Hateful Eight.
There were several books I wanted to write about and failed to write about in the past three months, notable The Free-Lance Pall Bearers by Ishmael Reed, Vertigo by Joanna Walsh, and Lucia Berlin’s Homesick. They were all great and good and grand.
Unrelated Studies of a Fox (1669-1671) by Pieter Boel:
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please do not leave the fray…
I learn a great deal from you and often share you with others
wishing you well… I guess that means I’ve leapt to the assumption that something’s got you down…
I hope you feel some sense of support, to recall that old axiom [isn’t it some old axiom, somewhere?] about great art needing societal/political/economic ills to fertilize / foment its creation?
Or, something like that.
[ps: just for the heck of it] — btw — six of us are going to a preview performance this weekend of Goodman Theatre’s Robert Fall’s staging of 2666. Is it weird to say, I can’t wait … and …why not — one of our artist-son’s good friends from high school is in the cast …
Carry on, Mister Turner.
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Thanks for your kind words. I would love to hear your comments on the 2666 play, if you have time.
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