Wednesday, May 30, 2012

my week as avant garde eu de parfum

Top notes are industrial: 10-year-old handrails, Persephone's festering shampoo suds, burnt arthropods on fluorescent bulbs, made-in-China cable ties, spearmint dental floss and expired credit cards being thrown into a shredding machine. The cacophony of distressing smells gives way to a muted freshness, as if an oil refinery had been washed away by a cleansing tsunami leaving in its wake the smell of decay and mortality, but also of earth and fertility. Less assertive than its opening, the middle notes are pleasant and pastoral. I smell a field of unripe bananas, the vegetal scent of an Asian greengrocer, a single passionfruit behind trampled by an Iberian piglet, and cilantro. Its crisp edges are rounded by the mineral qualities of the base notes — isotonic drinks splashed over tarmac, miso in a wooden bowl, Arvo Pärt's tintinnabulati, old wristwatches, sandalwood and soy bean. 

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50 ml: SGD 200
100 ml: SGD 300

Monday, May 14, 2012

writ large

I'm returning library books at a slower rate than I borrow. In order to make these loans meaningful I will record the titles that I borrow, and my reasons for taking them out.

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Title:
Poem of the Deep Song

Author:
Federico Garcia Lorca

Extract:

The labyrinths
that time creates
vanish.

(Only the desert
remains.)

Why I borrowed this:
I like Lorca's poetry and I thought that reading a book of poetry titled Poem of the Deep Song would be a gratifying experience. I tried to read the poems in the original Spanish, and felt that they sounded more romantic and passionate; in English they sounded plaintive and woodsy, like a person with a beard and 1930s salvaged denim should be reading them aloud.

Questions:
Is the deep song an outmoded form of poetry? How do images of the Andalusian setting refract that urgent, searching interiority into a work about soul and nature?

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Title:
Candide

Author:
Voltaire

Extract:

Discussing the distressing circumstances in which Candide, Cunégonde, and the old woman reached Cadiz, and how they set sail for the New World

'Who could have robbed me of my moidores and diamondes?' cried Cunégonde, bursting into tears. 'What are we to live on? Whatever shall we do? Where shall I find more Inquisitors and Jews to replace them?'

Why I borrowed this:
I wanted to read Voltaire, that's all.

Questions:
How is the satire in Candide different from satire in The Noose? What's up with satire commenting on the nature of art all the time? Will I ever finish reading a French novel?

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Title:
The Professor

Author:
Charlotte Brontë

Extract:

Now, reader, during the last two pages I have been giving you honey fresh from flowers, but you must not live entirely on food so luscious; taste a little gall — just a drop, by way of change.

Why I borrowed this:
I walked a flight of stairs up to the fiction section, and decided that I needed to borrow something there to make my effort worthwhile. I have never read anything by the Brontë sisters before. I haven't read much Victorian lit. Books are kind of cheesy. (see extract above) I did not finish this book.

Questions:
How did Charlotte Brontë look like while writing in the voice of the bossypants omniscient narrator who dispenses advice freely and irresponsibly? Was she frowning?

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Title:
Shorts 1

Author:
Haresh Sharma

Extract:

Sanjay: I finished my story. It's good. It is. It's brilliant. Even Suzanne said she liked it. Well-researched, good style, good variety of quotes. Perfect. I spoke to Choo yesterday. My whole life has been wrong. I don't know when it started being wrong. I don't know when it started being wrong, or how... When I edit, it's someone else's words. I just make it... nice. But I can't write, I can't create those words, because any way it comes out, it's manipulation. Every person I interview, every word I write... it's all a scam. A conspiracy which we're part of.

Why I borrowed this:
The Singapore Collection was near the fiction section. Also, I saw this at a certain local bookstore in Tiong Bahru a while ago but didn't bother buying it because I would probably ruin the cover in my disorganized dump bag. This copy was lovingly wrapped in plastic by the gentle book custodians at NLB.

Questions:
How do local plays create emotional peaks and frosty endings? What is a "local play" anyway?

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Title:
Simone Weil — An Anthology

Author:
Simone Weil, edited by Siân Miles

Extract:

The Greeks knew about art and sport, but not about work. The master is the slave of the slave in the sense that the slave makes the master.

Why I borrowed this:
Simone Weil is a person who inspires me because her critique of force shapes my view of the world, and now I'm bitterly anarcho-pacifist, or, at least, philosophically anarcho-pacifist.

Questions:
Is there a place for rhetoric when writing about oppression? How is force analysed?

Friday, May 04, 2012

opinions

Opinions are like onions, because they are words with two Os in them. Speaking of the letter O, what's up with the O. Henry Award? Why is it now called the PEN/O. Henry prize? (I googled it and it's been happening since 2009, so I guess I am such a phony. Phony is a word with only one O.)

Anyway, here are some opinions that I will be dispensing throughout the course of the week.

The twitter account @viatumblr

For weeks I've tried to make sense of this, being very charitable and accommodating in my evaluation of this internet phenomenon, but kindness is elusive and sometimes it's unkind to be kind. @viatumblr is a repository of generally bad advice written by jaded teenagers obsessed with Sylvia Plath and Catcher In The Rye and believe The Perks Of Being A Wallflower is a singular elegy to their tormented and fragile sense of self.

A selection of gems:

A beautiful girl is a beautiful girl, but a beautiful girl with a brain is an absolutely lethal combination.

Maybe I'm over you. Maybe I've moved on. Maybe I like someone else. Maybe, I'm just a really good liar. 

You're a whore and an incredibly horrible person. Go screw another life, you slut!

A girl's laughter is much more cheerful than a boy's. But a boy's cry is much more meaningful than a girl's. 

I wouldn't deny that these things are inspirational to someone out there, but I wouldn't deny many other things, such as: the people who earnestly believe these things to be wisdom are also the people who say "this title looks punchier when you use wordart", making passive aggressive statements online is not a constructive way to deal with relationships, etc. etc.

What bugs me the most about @viatumblr is that most of it is written in the second person, which (falsely) imagines a second party. This is retarded, because there is no real discourse happening (or even being created) and the intended audience is usually framed as the much-hated victimizer, the object of naked pubescent wrath, whom the speaker doesn't really bother addressing in real life anyway.

Emma Yong passed away and I feel shitty

Mainly because she wasn't supposed to die, or that role models don't just die of cancer abruptly at the age of 36. Perhaps I'm not most upset about Emma Yong passing away because I'll miss her person, but I'm more upset (and rather ashamed about the reason why I feel this way) that people are getting cancer and dying, as if it's some absurd cliché that will grow to define my experience as a person.

I was sitting in the train somewhere between Khatib and Yishun when my friend told me, and my first thought was Oh my God I am so fucking sad and this then became I don't understand and there was also a tan, wrinkled man in his 70s? with snowy eyebrows folding beautiful deranged pleats of long lalang grass, sticking them into corners of the cabin, giving them to people, putting them back in an old shopping bag from a suburban mall. I want to be sad and young forever.

Whoopi Goldberg makes me really, you know, emotional, I don't know


... But, like, I dunno, like, if you're ever on the beach or something and you want to go for a walk or somewhere, just talk, like I'm always at the sea wall, like all you have to do is to kinda look me up, ok? ok?