rs @rszalts

what shall i do what shall i do Melbourne, Victoria Joined June 2020

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Jesse Clifton @plansansb

a month ago

Last month my essay on Eimear McBride’s engagement with James Joyce was published online tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.10…

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Lacan sans contexte @Lacan_nocontext

3 months ago

Nothing is more important than our misunderstandings.

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My essay on Beckett’s Controversy of Universals is now available in Samuel Beckett Today / Auourd’hui. Murphy, Plato, and ‘an even more crucial junction’. Thank you to Matthijs for the support. brill.com/view/journals/…

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8 months ago

table for one at La Porchetta (Nepean Highway, Frankston)

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2 years ago

it’s cool to read psychoanalysis

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3 years ago

dropped my JT Leroy book running from ticket inspectors

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3 years ago

cant stop underlining in Leonard Cohen’s ‘A Ballet of Lepers’

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3 years ago

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3 years ago

neither sober nor off the wagon but a third, much more debilitating thing

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Lacan sans contexte @Lacan_nocontext

3 years ago

The last time I was too tangled up, between my knots and Joyce, for me to have the slightest inclination to talk to you.

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rs @rszalts

3 years ago

i hope women stop telling me i remind them of nathan fielder

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3 years ago

happy some of my friends have started reading simone weil

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Brad Phillips @Brad___phillips

3 years ago

saw a clown fight a dog in the east river yesterday

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3 years ago

ordered Dany Nobus' new book and feeling really smart

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Marcel Proust @Daily_Proust

3 years ago

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Méséglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.