"What does it then mean for the New Aestheticians to aggregate and curate the future-as-commonplace book? Are New Aestheticians healing a rupture, performing emotional or reproductive labour, guarding and rearing the bots pre-Singularity? Is archiving, in an increasingly ephemeral world, akin to preserving life? (With enough reblogs, we might even approach a kind of transhumanist immortality.)"

Rahel Aima, “Desiring Machines” (via thenewinquiry)

If it’s not on Facebook, it didn’t happen

thingsorganizedneatly:

SUBMISSION: Sara Lowthian “Daily Regimen” 2011

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Some News

I’m helping out with the NUS-NTU litsocs’ anthology of creative works. Something like adjunct editor, if such a post exists.

Jay Bernard’s got in touch; might be writing something for her chapbook.

And, most excitingly, I’ve just submitted my first attempt at flash fiction to The Ayam Curtain. Once again, fingers crossed!

"F*ck them is what I say; I hate those e-books. They cannot be the future… they may well be. I will be dead, I won’t give a sh*t!"

Maurice Sendak on e-books (via troubadourk)

Hehe, I’m not a militant textual fundamentalist, but printed text over e-book for me anyday; especially because I like highlighting quotables and lining the page edges with colourful flags.

(via latemailplatemail)

(Source: mentalfloss.com)

theworldwelivein:

BY: Thorbjørn Gudnason (via The Great Expendition on Photography Served)

booksactually:

Math Paper Press
p r e s e n t s

The Promise Bird
by Zhang Yueran
translated by Jeremy Tiang

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The blind woman Chun Chi has a secret. Accompanied only by her adopted son Xiao Xing and a eunuch, she lives in a crumbling house stacked with boxes of seashells. But what does she hope to gain from them ? Why does she keep going out to sea ? How did she lose her sight ? Seeking answers, Xiao Xing goes on a quest to uncover her past, which takes him on a journey far from home and into the jungles of Java. Set in the early fifteenth century, when Ming Emperor Yongle sent fleets of Chinese ships to explore Southeast Asia, entangling the two regions, THE PROMISE BIRD flits between the frozen north Chinese winter and the blazing heat of the tropics. An uncompromising novel about devotion that borders on obsession, and a love that tips into madness.

gazzelle:

(via John Crawford)

Holiday Post-Holiday

Right, you saw it here first, more or less.

My holiday shall be filled with reading-for-pleasure, reading-for-learning, reading-for-seeker-cell, and reading-for-heck’s-sake.

Also, I’m going to be doing summer school, and field tripping to Indonesia.

And, what’s most exciting, I’m going to be staying on campus next semester! Apparently Angsana College inked a deal with Edwin Thumboo and he’s going to be their first artist-in-residence. And I suspect I’m going to be his little helper, etc. Pretty cool. I’m going to ask him whether it was really necessary to align his poetry to the task of nation building, whether it is the responsibility of the avant-garde, as it were in his case, to define the limits of itself. Because I suspect if he had written differently, Singapore writing (and very likely Singapore itself) would be quite different.

lushlight:

Lushlights London

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Do I miss London, or is it a neocolonial desire for the cultural paternal? Or is it (most likely) both?

Precarious Verse

very apt article. I should be sleeping soon, but first, a short update…