Alain Delon’s family refuse to put down dog actor wished to be buried with dlvr.it/TC8b60

Spent the last week thinking about it. This was the moment he won

Opening a B*ueS*y account not because of the vast array of arseholes on here, but because my threshold for annoying opinions, tedious information and pointless gossip is seemingly limitless

Si es arte no es para todos, y si es para todos no es arte. Schönberg.

There is nothing more distasteful than a so-called poet's reading.

This was the apogee of muscular centrism

STAND F-25 de la FIL Guadalajara. En el Stand del Área Nacional / Avenida Cronistas Y entonces se dijo en tono casi triunfante. Estoy perdido. [Paul Auster] Fondo de la Universidad de Sonora. NO SOY AUSTER ella era Hemingway UN DÍA HAY VIDA,

Wir woken Männer haben nur noch ein Vorbild jetzt

I can, I confess, sympathise with the desire to put an ocean between Peter Mandelson and oneself.

Snoozed on this when it was published over the weekend, but I wrote an itsy-bitsy review of the new Sebald collection for the Irish Times. irishtimes.com/culture/books/…

"If À Rebours is about anything, it is about the transformations taking place in art and literature during the period in which it was written" Huw Nesbitt on a new critical life of JK Huysmans in this week's The TLS the-tls.co.uk/lives/biograph…

And here it is in the wild…

Featuring: Irina Dumitrescu in Psyche Magazine on medieval responses to haters, Huw Nesbitt in The TLS on a biography of Huysmans, John Gallagher in London Review of Books on a French book about English, and Victoria Moul on the embrace of the Thames. Read now!

there needs to be a White Lotus set in Dundalk

Escribiendo poesía en el país de los imbéciles. / Escribiendo con mi hijo en las rodillas. / Escribiendo hasta que cae la noche / con un estruendo de los mil demonios. / Los demonios que han de llevarme al infierno, / pero escribiendo. Roberto Bolaño. Octubre 1990

I wrote about getting older and trying to have a cool life for The Nation: