I lie awake each night with London
And we dream
End of Transmission.
...Due to these things, anything i write will be about madness, passion, spirituality, identity and, most importantly, about the search for intimacy in these heavily mediated times. I am currently experimenting with FORM AND CONTENT - a science and an art that I feel has been grossly neglected by capitalism and its plethora of useless forms, like the internet - through 'character identification', cut-up techniques, spontaneous/automatic prose and street art. Above are just some samples of the template I have been making over the last week.
Like I said, I'm not in it for the security of success. Its purely about the art. A lot of people say a lot of stuff about 'the end of the book'.......
To me such things are worse than nonsense...
And I am appalled by the apparent lack of ingenuity and imagination that hides behind novelty.
The are still limitless things one can do with a piece of paper, though I can understand why sombunal people don't understand this...
('scuse me, I hear an eagle and I'm in central london - probably a seagull, huh?)
....since frankly there is - despite the advertising - a lack of technology of self-expression.
While I am overjoyed by Alan's offer of the Random House contact, the art is leading me towards a certain guerilla ontology - and i can use those words and fucking mean them - and I am considering the merits and virtues of self-publishing in limited numbers.
Thanks for your time and attention.
F.X.
