Black Riverre.press, 2007 - 106ÆäÀÌÁö Black River is the autobiography of a nonexistent personage. Drawing on literary techniques developed by Beckett, Burroughs and Borges, Black River plunges into a violent and surreal world from which the last traces of the gods have vanished. The text by Justin Clemens is supplemented with Helen Johnson's extraordinary collages. Black River is a work of hallucinatory materialism. |
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9 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am commencing an undertaking, hitherto without precedent, and which will never find an imitator. I desire to set before my fellows the likeness of a man in all the truth of nature, and that man myself. Myself alone! I know the feelings of my heart, and I know men. I am not made like any of those I have seen; I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - But thought can with difficulty visit the intricate and winding chambers which it inhabits. It is like a river whose rapid and perpetual stream flows outwards; — like one in dread who speeds through the recesses of some haunted pile, and dares not look behind.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - I had, as others had, known it from early on, then none of this would have happened, and I would not be here but still living with my pare-nts.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was particularly taken with this porcelain amenity that in some way seemed to have taken on a life of its own, or at least...