I am a truth teller and I have no need for harmony or compromise. I exist to tell the truth no matter how awkward this makes my life.
English Lit & Philosophy graduate. Finished MA in Contemporary Literature at the University of York last Autumn where I may have made a lot of good friends and was mostly bored as it didn't really stimulate my needs as a human being.
Now I'm in Tokyo where I mostly attend noise and outré gigs all over East and West Tokyo. When time permits, I read literature and drink craft beers. I also try to run several times to week to keep the metabolism on its toes - I mostly run around Hikifune, Sumida and Koto.
King of swords but the élan might be slipping.
Running, reading, craft beer and lots of outré/free jazz/noise gigs all over Tokyo.
Freaking people out in my building by groaning like an over-ripe Nick Nolte.
Anecdotal memory. I must have a strong visual memory. I can piece together most of my life through incident. I should have been a cop.
Currently digging a lot of William Faulkner - I appreciate uncompromising aesthetic visions and he is really ornery, uncompromising and poetic.
I seem to read a lot of American fiction. I'm trying to read more European fiction but I'm not sure if a lot isn't lost in translation. I am an aesthetic freak, and I tend to judge writers on expressive ability over content. However, I am not completely oblivious to context. Robert Coover: erotic, comic and aesthetic! Poets: James Tate. Wallace Stevens is the mountain I'll always be climbing. John Ashbery will never go astray - particularly the rather apt, 'Worsening Situation.' All men; it must mean something. Although I do like Grace Paley a lot too.
Recently read some Lydia Davis and I was baffled by the hype. Don't trust liberals and their tastes.
'The Lime Twig' by John Hawkes was the last novel which left me staggering around in a murky haze of wonderment. After that it was The Loser by Thomas Bernhard.
Post-script: Current writers - David Markson, Thomas Bernhard and William Gaddis.
Eek, don't really watch a lot of films anymore. Last film I watched was Rosemary's Baby which was a really interesting horror movie and aside from the dumb, compromised ending which he needed to sell the film to a larger audience was really aesthetically satisfying.
Very recent: The Master by Paul Thomas Anderson is my all-time favourite.
The Duke of Burgundy, an erotic film which is intelligent and aesthetic.
Anything by Rainier Werner Fassbinder. Particularly Fox & His Friends
James Mason and Joan Bennett in a desperately poetic film noir that you know ain't gonna end well...
The long hall: In terms of films, I am a fan of the 1970s New Hollywood: Jack Nicholson between 1970 and '76; McCabe & Mrs Miller; Shampoo. Very creative period wherein the influence of a more abstract, ambiguous European arthouse seemed to inform and intoxicate an ailing Hollywood structure leading to many wonderful, aesthetically ballsy films.
That and the psychologically realist and supremely indulgent plot-free films of John Cassavetes.
The more austere Gus Van Sant stuff (Elephant). Mike Leigh for a more worthwhile take on British life. Peter Greenaway for his wit and visual acumen.
Surviving Desire - Hal Hartley
Metropolitan - Whit Stilman
I don't really bother with tv anymore - its just a longwinded distraction to keep people amused when they should be thinking about how the liberals sold us down the river. There is no escape from the neoliberal nightmare.
The Sopranos - subversive and entertaining. Peerless.
Twin Peaks; I enjoy giving confused waitresses the Dale Cooper thumbs-up.
Seinfeld, anything Larry David-related. Nihilistic honest situation comedy which turns bullshit, cliched sitcom tropes on their worn heads!
I think that about puts the lid on tv for me - I just don't have the time to waste and there are more worthy distractions!
In Tokyo, plenty of live outré/free jazz/noise madness.
Quite far ranging. Thanks to youtube I expose myself to new music everyday. I have a predilection for angular, discordant stuff (Fugazi, Slint, etc) though I could be just as happy listening to Steely Dan or Autechre. I can find value in most things musically (Country, electronic, you name it) - barring maybe the vocals on reggae songs. Sometimes I pay attention to lyrics. I like risks taken, candidness and uneven tones. I like Emily Dickinson with all her unclean marginalia and unedited self-stutterings. I appreciate that element of chaos and erasure in music.
Ah, lists. We could be here all day.
Some sort of reading material, even the side of a cereal box.
Some sort of music listening apparatus even if my mp3 player is like listening to a chorus of gnats re-arrange and perform my favourite music.
A spare shirt.
My hands. I'm like a neurotic film-maker waving them around me at all times [Now the left one is fractured in a small place]
My New Balance runners. Now Karimor. I wish they were Brooks. Sigh.
Because I will bury you with my truth most likely.