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leebass wrote:

limb wrote:

Towards the D.M.Z. Later, as he sat in the cabin of the helicopter, Talbot looked down at the
motorway below them. The speeding cars wound through the cloverleaves. The concrete
causeways formed an immense cipher, the templates of an unseen posture. The young woman in
the white dress sat beside him. Her breasts and shoulders recapitulated the forgotten contours of
Karen Novotny’s body, the motion-sculpture of the highways. Afraid to smile at him, she stared
at his hands as if they held some invisible weapon. The flowering tissue of her mouth reminded
him of the porous esplanades of Ernst’s ‘Silence,’ the pumice-like beaches of a dead sea. His
committal into the authority of these two couriers had at last freed him from his memories of
Koester and Catherine Austin. The erosion of that waking landscape continued. Meanwhile the
quasars burned dimly from the dark peaks of the universe, sections of his brain reborn in the
island galaxies.

What did you think of this? tried reading it a few months ago and got about half way through. Apart from Naked Lunch this is the hardest book i've tried reading, in terms of wtf is going on. Will pick it up again soon.

well I think you're right to compare it to naked lunch as they're both pretty much as fucked up as a book can be, I can't imagine how anyone could take it any further without degenerating into complete gibberish. I've only got about half way through the atrocity exhibition so far but I like it, it's mostly just a stream of repeating images of sex, assasination, car crashes, death, geometry, astronauts, sixties art exhibits, psychology, but I'm happy to read this stuff just for the sound and feeling of it. It's like the blood and resounding vibrancy of all good books, what shit books completely lack is the concentrated substance of these types of books, just pure imagery, feeling and skilled writing, those are the things that stick in your mind about a novel, generally, it's like Ballard's kept that and the points he wants to make about society and thrown away the typical a to b type stuff like story and charecters similar to an abstract painter getting rid of people and pretty trees so he can concentrate on the splashes of paint, I like it. I like to see the guts on the outside, take it for what it is, and not try to work out what's going on. Also his notes are pretty interesting, though they don't really explain anything just tell you a bunch of other weird theories he has.

limb wrote:

leebass wrote:

limb wrote:

Towards the D.M.Z. Later, as he sat in the cabin of the helicopter, Talbot looked down at the
motorway below them. The speeding cars wound through the cloverleaves. The concrete
causeways formed an immense cipher, the templates of an unseen posture. The young woman in
the white dress sat beside him. Her breasts and shoulders recapitulated the forgotten contours of
Karen Novotny’s body, the motion-sculpture of the highways. Afraid to smile at him, she stared
at his hands as if they held some invisible weapon. The flowering tissue of her mouth reminded
him of the porous esplanades of Ernst’s ‘Silence,’ the pumice-like beaches of a dead sea. His
committal into the authority of these two couriers had at last freed him from his memories of
Koester and Catherine Austin. The erosion of that waking landscape continued. Meanwhile the
quasars burned dimly from the dark peaks of the universe, sections of his brain reborn in the
island galaxies.

What did you think of this? tried reading it a few months ago and got about half way through. Apart from Naked Lunch this is the hardest book i've tried reading, in terms of wtf is going on. Will pick it up again soon.

well I think you're right to compare it to naked lunch as they're both pretty much as fucked up as a book can be, I can't imagine how anyone could take it any further without degenerating into complete gibberish. I've only got about half way through the atrocity exhibition so far but I like it, it's mostly just a stream of repeating images of sex, assasination, car crashes, death, geometry, astronauts, sixties art exhibits, psychology, but I'm happy to read this stuff just for the sound and feeling of it. It's like the blood and resounding vibrancy of all good books, what shit books completely lack is the concentrated substance of these types of books, just pure imagery, feeling and skilled writing, those are the things that stick in your mind about a novel, generally, it's like Ballard's kept that and the points he wants to make about society and thrown away the typical a to b type stuff like story and charecters similar to an abstract painter getting rid of people and pretty trees so he can concentrate on the splashes of paint, I like it. I like to see the guts on the outside, take it for what it is, and not try to work out what's going on. Also his notes are pretty interesting, though they don't really explain anything just tell you a bunch of other weird theories he has.

huh, that's a good way of looking at it, sometimes i think i look for too much meaning in books

Reading this at the moment. Really good, but horrible to think that this is the mindset of some kids.

leebass wrote:

limb wrote:

leebass wrote:

limb wrote:

Towards the D.M.Z. Later, as he sat in the cabin of the helicopter, Talbot looked down at the
motorway below them. The speeding cars wound through the cloverleaves. The concrete
causeways formed an immense cipher, the templates of an unseen posture. The young woman in
the white dress sat beside him. Her breasts and shoulders recapitulated the forgotten contours of
Karen Novotny’s body, the motion-sculpture of the highways. Afraid to smile at him, she stared
at his hands as if they held some invisible weapon. The flowering tissue of her mouth reminded
him of the porous esplanades of Ernst’s ‘Silence,’ the pumice-like beaches of a dead sea. His
committal into the authority of these two couriers had at last freed him from his memories of
Koester and Catherine Austin. The erosion of that waking landscape continued. Meanwhile the
quasars burned dimly from the dark peaks of the universe, sections of his brain reborn in the
island galaxies.

What did you think of this? tried reading it a few months ago and got about half way through. Apart from Naked Lunch this is the hardest book i've tried reading, in terms of wtf is going on. Will pick it up again soon.

well I think you're right to compare it to naked lunch as they're both pretty much as fucked up as a book can be, I can't imagine how anyone could take it any further without degenerating into complete gibberish. I've only got about half way through the atrocity exhibition so far but I like it, it's mostly just a stream of repeating images of sex, assasination, car crashes, death, geometry, astronauts, sixties art exhibits, psychology, but I'm happy to read this stuff just for the sound and feeling of it. It's like the blood and resounding vibrancy of all good books, what shit books completely lack is the concentrated substance of these types of books, just pure imagery, feeling and skilled writing, those are the things that stick in your mind about a novel, generally, it's like Ballard's kept that and the points he wants to make about society and thrown away the typical a to b type stuff like story and charecters similar to an abstract painter getting rid of people and pretty trees so he can concentrate on the splashes of paint, I like it. I like to see the guts on the outside, take it for what it is, and not try to work out what's going on. Also his notes are pretty interesting, though they don't really explain anything just tell you a bunch of other weird theories he has.

huh, that's a good way of looking at it, sometimes i think i look for too much meaning in books

Yeah sometimes you can't interpret books like you interpret realist fiction, it's hard to see them as an somewhat expressionist kind of thing, it's ab out the form and style as much as the plot etc...yet to read Ballard, can't wait for my mind to be blown.

jg ballard books are fucking hard to read lol

tried to get through this and failed

yeah i just read cocaine nights, had to really push myself

read it before and didn't really get into it so i am giving it a second go



me mum bought me this, it's canny good

spooKs wrote:Yeah sometimes you can't interpret books like you interpret realist fiction, it's hard to see them as an somewhat expressionist kind of thing, it's ab out the form and style as much as the plot etc...yet to read Ballard, can't wait for my mind to be blown.

indeed, i read 'gravity's rainbow' and about 1/4 of the way in i realised that trying to follow the plot or keep track of the characters was a mistake, best bet is just to let it wash over you and try to take the book in as a whole.

i just re-started this, which is the most mind-fucking book i've ever read:

Yeah House of Leaves looks interesting, £20 for a book though!

leebass wrote:Yeah House of Leaves looks interesting, £20 for a book though!

Bet you'd pay £20 for a dvd.

Nope. Just rent dvds or go to the cinema.

Im now reading a very interesting book :]

American/English Cover:


Dutch Cover:


("Huid" means Skin in Dutch.)

I totally need to buy this:



Am reading:



And have found it to be pretty pretentious...

david suzuki - sacred balance

leebass wrote:Yeah House of Leaves looks interesting, £20 for a book though!

worth it - it's a beautiful object and one you will find yourself compelled to lend to people excitedly

The Invisibles

best Comic I've read in ages, bout halfway through the series. gets a bit Burroughs at times...
highly recommended to all ninjas...

COMPUTER MUSIC

Bugger, I haven't picked up a book for 9 months, last one i read was this -




Which was mildly amusing but a bit ham fisted for my liking.

now I want to read these -

hayze99 wrote:I totally need to buy this:

leebass wrote:

Reading this at the moment. Really good, but horrible to think that this is the mindset of some kids.

and that book mentioned on Edward the first .

Anyone interested in Copey should get this,


One of the best pop/rock bio's ever. Sooo funny.

James Hogg - The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner

Rereading this after hearing a fascinating round table discussion pon it on radio3 the other day,had forgotten what a fucking amazing book it is.

London: A Social History by Roy Porter.



And



And



Am reading about two books a week ATM