#edouardleve

Abierta la inscripción para participar del 2do Festival de Artes Combinadas organizado por Paseos Imaginarios en base al libro Obras de #edouardleve #obras #adriándickpreston #festivaldearte #dibujo #pintura #videoarte #literatura # #espacioylugarcultural #ceramica https://www.revistamagenta.com/segundo-festival-de-las-artes-combinadas/ (en Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZrRqpxO3Kq/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Looking for something else entirely, I went down the rabbit hole of my external hard drive, which had been a labyrinthine dumping ground of folders and files and enough potential writing and design projects to keep me busy for years if I had the time to organize it all into something manageable and accessible. I can across this Photoshop sketch that I’d worked up off a photo or Google maps shot three or four years ago in a similar onslaught of nostalgia. I’d wanted to put together maybe a dozen or so sketches like this to breakup a story I was trying to figure out. I had a short story that I was working off of and wanted to make it into something else, something longer. I had come up with this idea after reading Edouard Levé’s novel, “Suicide”. It was his last book, as shortly after turning in the completed manuscript to his editor, Levé took his own life. The novel is interesting as it’s narrated to the main character, essentially turning the reading into the victim of the title suicide. It’s haunting and puzzling, infectious and entirely successful in calling into question what it means to exist. I didn’t suddenly want to write everything book I had in my head in this style forever now, but there are two ideas that lend themselves to that style. Oddly enough, both deal with death, just as Levé’s work did, although in my case, one is a violent death at another’s hand, and the other is a tragic accidental one. I wonder what this about this writing style, this voice, that lends itself to tragic subject material? The ability to so easily accuse and question within the unfolding of the narrative? The way in which it immediately makes the reader a character, and can borrow their own prejudices and experiences, their fears and doubts, without needing to put those words on the page? Both ideas are a collection of photographs and written scenes, but barely more then bones and bullet points. I’m not sure how the stories will work their out yet, or whether they will at all. For now, at least for this story, this is all I have. ———————————————— #gasstationburrito #writersofintagram #writer #writing #creativewriting #dearbornstreet #sketch #edouardleve (at Black Rock, New York)

En esa época en que un amigo estaba obsesionado con las listas, me recomendó un libro de Edouard Levé (ahora no recuerdo si Suicidio o Autorretrato, pero me leí ambos). Pongamos que fue Autorretrato, que no es más que eso: una gran lista de intimidades del escritor que van desde las pequeñas excentricidades hasta reflexiones éticas, escritas sin ningún orden aparente. Desde los hábitos hasta los gustos, desde los miedos hasta los deseos. Levé tiene un estilo bastante áspero que no sé si pueda gustarle a todo el mundo, pero a mí me enganchó. Porque este inventario de lo simple termina por conmoverte. Inevitable es que una se encuentre en alguna de esas líneas en las que Levé se comparte y se revela.

I can remember that during the time I compiled the writing I'm looking for into a single doc (that's what I do instead of editing) I was enchanted with those words, but I can't remember what the doc I want is called.