by Amar Benchikha I am sixteen, Leonora seventeen, both of us unmarried. And because we live with our respective families, we meet regularly in an abandoned little shack to share intimate moments. Neither one of us has any real interest … Read more
Monthly Archives: June 2020
Autofiction lays bare what much literary fiction tries to mask: writers cannot help but draw on their experiences, what they know. They can do all the research in the world, but in the end, still, they are limited by what their own brains can create. Juliet’s mind betrayed her; she fought against it, tried to kill it—twice. And here she is, wrestling with it still, trying to make sense of it.
The sun generates (or, poetically speaking, “references”) forms, defined here in opposition to “representation.” For Selcer, the form is not fixed but is rather in a state of “becoming,” which can produce new relations.