From Murakami’s Colorless Tsikuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
i’m trying to traverse the distance
between the place i am and
the place i want to be
(it’s hard when you don’t know
where you are
where you want to be)
i’m a cartographer with no tools,
i’m a lost balloon trying to touch god,
i’m forgotten bikes,
i’m broken a compass
no one can give me the maps i need
i’m having trouble making my own
scribble me a way
on a fast food napkin
give me a hint
in snow and ice
too many left turns
not enough rights
nothing is right
Imagine an alternate world identical to ours save one techno-historical change: videogames were invented and popularized before books. In this parallel universe, kids have been playing games for centuries –– and then these page-bound texts come along and suddenly they’re all the rage. What would the teachers, and the parents, and the cultural authorities have to say about this frenzy of reading? I suspect it would sound something like this:
'Reading books chronically under-stimulates the senses. Unlike the longstanding tradition of gameplaying –– which engages the child in a vivid, three-dimensional world filled with moving images and musical soundscapes, navigated and controlled with complex muscular movements –– books are simply a barren string of words on the page. Only a small portion of the brain devoted to processing written language is activated during reading, while games engage the full range of the sensory and motor cortices.
Books are also tragically isolating. While games have for many years engaged the young in complex social relationships with their peers, building and exploring worlds together, books force the child to sequester him or herself in a quiet space, shut off from interaction with other children. These new ‘libraries’ that have arisen in recent years to facilitate reading activities are a frightening sight: dozens of young children, normally so vivacious and socially interactive, sitting alone in cubicles, reading silently, oblivious to their peers.
Many children enjoy reading books, of course, and no doubt some of the flights of fancy conveyed by reading have their escapist merits. But for a sizable percentage of the population, books are downright discriminatory. The reading craze of recent years cruelly taunts the 10 million Americans who suffer from dyslexia –– a condition didn’t even exist as a condition until printed text came along to stigmatize its sufferers.
But perhaps the most dangerous property of these books is the fact that they follow a fixed linear path. You can’t control their narratives in any fashion –– you simply sit back and have the story dictated to you. For those of us raised on interactive narratives, this property may seem astonishing. Why would anyone want to embark on an adventure utterly choreographed by another person? But today’s generation embarks on such adventures millions of times a day. This risks instilling a general passivity in our children, making them feel as though they’re powerless to change their circumstances. Reading is not an active, participatory process; it’s a submissive one. The book readers of the younger generation are learning to ‘follow the plot’ instead of learning to lead.’"
Who It Is: King’s Girls - KING’S GIRLS; Self-Released (2014)
What It Sounds Like: iwrotehaikusaboutcannibalisminyouryearbook, Flesh Born
What KING’S GIRLS is doing in terms of style isn’t completely unique or new. That said, the Halifax, Canada four-piece are the first band in this vein that we’ve heard for a few years.
my band got reviewed by this thing cool thanks
hey!!! updates about stuff for anyone who still cares
i’m working on a proposal to give a talk in a lecture series in Halifax. the topic is basically “how to be an adult” and the idea is to talk about what adulthood is to you, stories about being an adult etc.
my proposal is going to be about how my jolt into adulthood came from a series of deaths in my life, spanning from 9 years old to about this time last year.
i want to talk about four main things:
1. the death of my Grandmother, and how that forced me into my first step of adulthood.
2. the suicide of a friend and loved individual, Alex Fountain, and how that changed the way i (and a lot of others) thought/think about a lot of things including friendship, adulthood, mental health and life/death.
3. the death of my friend’s Mother last year
4. how people dying is a main pillar in how i, and many others, become “adults”
these are all topics i have talked about in my writing, mainly a few specific prose pieces i’m sure some of you have read.
i don’t know if my proposal will get accepted and everything but if it does i’ll be sure to update everyone
my band released an ep today and i scream some stuff. for fans of screamo/orchid and all that shit.
give it a listen xoxo
plz listen <3
sometimes people who are
“good with words”
lack the ability to say
things of grace and beauty,
so all i’ve got to say today is:
i wish you never died.
it’s weird for me
when i see writers
that are just in a constant cycle
of e.e. cumming all over themselves.
give me a writer
that keeps their shit
tucked closely in their dirty laundry.
trying to wash themselves clean,
until they’re left with
a product they enjoy for 5 seconds.
confidence is great,
but fear of what you’ve created
makes the houses i’ve build
look like a doghouse
next to a fucking castle.
(i counted to 6,