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October

"Her hands were a road / of breathing trees"

POETRY: Kosmos' baby by Gunnar Wærness, and Collection by Erling Kittelsen are two books that have a similarity in how they extend away from the personal (author) self and borrow voices from the environment. The latter makes fun of the cultural tourist and New Age consumer who attends evening classes in Sufism one month and shamanic drumming the next.

The West's tragic way of thinking 

AESTHETICS: In Kiøsterud's eco-philosophical text, 'beauty' becomes a riddle as much as a solution, a question as much as an answer. Is it possible to find beauty on nature's own terms – a beauty you cannot own?

How to live in a world where the very unfolding of life leads to violence?

FICTION: In Kiøsterud's quiet recluse novel, life is weighed against the pain in a quest for reconciliation. Nature remains silent and ambiguous, even when the protagonist tries to step aside with his demands for meaning.

Gonzo interpretation of Surrealism's sorceress

COMPROMISE: The book by artist Leonora Carrington is a journey into the jungle of surrealism, a successful escape from the conventional and a fantasy infiltration of the established.

What place can we give the violence today?

ECOLOGY: In autobiographical form, Kiøsterud continues his rethinking of modernity in the era of the eco-crisis. He points to a normalized brutality that most tacitly accepts.

Kitsch from Knausgård

FEELINGS: A horror image of a stifling genius. Is Knausgård now more dangerous than Kierkegaard as a producer of ideology?

From silence we have come, to silence we shall be

… And only by silence can we be resurrected. 

Were we unimaginative and pretentious?

All the short stories remind me, in their own ways, that we should all die. Holtet Larsen's language is a cultivated language, an advanced language, is a language for the sake of language.