Sean Kilpatrick

Well, this is a joy. I think that maybe some are put off reading this kind of stuff because they imagine there’s a something with an expectation of a very specific and right reaction in mind, and there’s an equally specific and wrong penalty that they will never live down. It is true that this does embrace assault by language, and hence niche but if you are lit up by words following other words this has some atrocity worth subscribing to.

One particular section reminded me closely of the time I passed out before a Prince concert (I recovered and stayed obviously) when I became particularly conscious of being conscious, and became a passenger to my own thoughts, which were having a conversation between themselves. Feverish, fragmenting, and descending in layers. Only extremity of wordage can hint at this stuff - one sentence had me crying with laughter but I can’t remember it now and suspect if I read it again I’d wash over it, or maybe be horrified. It does make a kind of sense in the subtext, and the brutality has some beauty to it.

I do recognise that not everyone has an affinity for writing like this, but I do so I’m reticent to put disclaimers all over it. My ultimate test is if I want to reread instantly, and this passed easily. The unreal deal.… (altro)