In a career that spanned 6 decades, the Visionary of Shepperton wrote some of the best and most important speculative fiction of the past century, from The Drought, The Drowned World through Crash, The Atrocity Exhibition, High Rise, and The Unlimited Dream Company to Empire of he Sun, Super Cannes and Kingdom Come.
His death last year robbed the literary world of one of its most thoughtful and original thinkers.
This in-depth interview with Ballard was filmed in 2006, as part of Melvyn Bragg’s The South Bank Show and covered the writers background, influences and unique, dystopian vision:
Ranging from his earliest experiences living in China as a child and subsequent imprisonment by the invading Japanese army, through his early and wholly abortive career in medicine - though he says that that experience was totally beneficial to his writing career and that everyone should spend at least some time studing anatomy. Then on through his long career as a full time writer. Starting in 1962 when he gave up his then job as an assistant editor right up to the present day.
Subjects covered are the influence of Surrealist painting in the imagery of his work. How the sudden death of his wife affected his life, work and family. And the impact of his most controversial novel, Crash, which inspired one publisher’s reader to write “This author is beyond psychiatric help. Do not publish” - which Ballard took as a huge compliment.
Other contributions in the show come from the likes of Will Self, Iain Sinclair and Martin Amis, all of whom are confirmed Ballard fans.
The full interview with J. G. Ballard after the jump…
Wise. witty and wonderful, England’s “stately homo,” Quentin Crisp was a familiar—and always delightful—figure seen frequently around New York’s East Village during the latter part of the author’s life (1981-1999). Crisp famously made sure his phone number was listed and would accept nearly every dinner invitation that came his way, with the understanding that the tab would be picked up and Mr. Crisp would basically do an up-close version of his famous one-man show. On two occasions I dined with Mr. Crisp at the Odessa Diner on Avenue A and these are memories that I will always treasure.
For the majority of his life, Crisp lived in two small apartments. One, a bedsit in London where he lived for 41 years and steadfastly refused to clean, and one on Third St. in Manhattan that I doubt was ever cleaned, either. (In his autobiography, The Naked Civil Servant, Crisp quipped. “After the first four years the dirt doesn’t get any worse.” He says the line about 2 minutes in).
The London apartment can be seen in the above clip from Denis Mitchell’s fascinating 1970 Granada TV documentary, and visitors to the MIX Festival in NYC this past weekend could see a recreation of Crisp’s small New York flat, lovingly recreated by Philip Ward, curator of The Quentin Crisp Archives. More photos at Butt Magazine’s website.
Invariably, whenever I ask myself if something is a little too far out even for Dangerous Minds, the answer is always “Nah” but this time I’m not so sure (notice that I say this, then post it anyway). These clips are a disturbing look into the, er, private world of a fellow whose name I am going to leave out of this. A fellow who is distressingly fixated on a porn model by the name of Katie McMillan. It seems like this guy met (or passed by) Katie at a college party, found out she was on a porn website called Matt’s Models and… it seems like his life pretty much went downhill from there.
That was eleven years ago. He claims that it’s impossible for him to hold a job because he’s so fixated on masturbating to Katie’s ass or feet, buying her used panty hose and taping pictures of her face to one of his many love dolls. She controls his life, he says and I believe him. Good times!
oh god katie got me so into her in 2 seconds when she looked into my eyes at a party one night, that was it, i joined mattsmodels after i found out her photos where on the site, i got into her then, i then ordered her pantyhose dvd and my life was over, she owns my life, controls me, fucking has messed me up so bad, i lost my virginity to my 1st katie love doll , i was just 20, why katie, i know its not your fault, but why are you so good at teasing me,making me jerk off to you, do you understand katie, you snatched me out of my life ,i was 19 and its been so messed uop, all iwant to do in life is get off to your face:))))
so here is one of my katie hard dolls, i gots losts of them:)))))))))))))) i just dont care anymore, katie yiou win….....why
Last year, after a decade’s hiatus, Olivier Moreau resurrected Imminent (formerly known as Imminent Starvation), the moniker by which he pioneered the convergence of industrial power and electronic music in the 1990s. After his seminal record Nord in 1999, Moreau smashed his mixing desk, and gave pieces of it away with a limited edition of the disc. Since then, Olivier has worked on a variety of collaborations as Axiome, Ambre and Myrza.
However, Moreau has not allowed Imminent to flounder, instead, in the best ad man’s jargon, has “cask conditioned” his music to achieve its full potential.
like any good whisky that has to mature for at least 10 years in a cask, it took the same time for this release to maturate - and it was worth awaiting the ripening. indeed the music is comparable to a cask strength whisky’s taste: raw, aggressive, powerful, without any concession or any additive to dilute it’s true nature, but it also includes a lot of complexity that awaits to be discovered by a true connoisseur.
Imminent’s Cask Strength is available on CD, and in a special boxed edition. There is also a whisky tumbler available. Having just completed a successful tour of Russia, Imminent play London on the 27th November.
Russian photorapher, Alla Esipovich’s photo series “No Comment,” reminds me of David Lynch or Joel-Peter Witkin. Her unusual models and moody black and white images capture a bizarre, circus-esque world. I like them.
Looks like the hate-filled, hateful haters of the Westboro Baptist Church got an unambiguous glimpse of how the outside world feels about them, yet again this weekend, when their tires were slashed in Kansas, but it gets even better, as no one would help them:
McALESTER - Members of a Kansas church that protests at military funerals may have found themselves in the wrong town Saturday.
Shortly after finishing their protest at the funeral of Army Sgt. Jason James McCluskey of McAlester, a half-dozen protesters from Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan., headed to their minivan, only to discover that its front and rear passenger-side tires had been slashed.
To make matters worse, as their minivan slowly hobbled away on two flat tires, with a McAlester police car following behind, the protesters were unable to find anyone in town who would repair their vehicle, according to police.
Over 1000 people turned out to counter-protest the group drown out the cult’s by now familiar refrain of “God Hates Fags” etc, etc.
Update: Dangerous Minds pal Matt Dunnerstick points out, “God hates flats.”
Westboro protesters face jeers and slashed tires (Tulsa World)
Since I don’t speak Korean, I don’t want to read too much into the behavior on exhibit here, but it does look a bit strange, even to someone raised in the heart of the Bible belt. Is this a mass infusion of the holy spirt or some sort of (mainly) female shamanism, a variety that doesn’t translate so easily? It really starts to, uh, really cook, at about 1:17 in, but at least sample the beginning, as it makes what follows seem all the more surreal. Pentecostalism Korean-stylee or what?
The same person who posted the video above also posted this. It’s pretty amazing/weird, almost like a Haitian voodoo ceremony. Dig the bongo players!: