Re/Search
Here is a (nearly) complete collection of Re/Search books mostly on PDF.
Enjoy the Ballard. Learn about early Industrial culture. Be baffled by their attempt to cash in on the Swing trend of the early 2,000's. Be annoyed that they were partially responsible for extending Boyd Rice's career by decades. Marvel at once was and might possibly still be transgressive.
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Dark, disturbing, and transgressive fiction
A list of books that deal with shocking, depraved, or taboo subjects. Many of them contain themes of violence, sexual perversion, or extreme psychological distress, so reader discretion is advised. Please proceed with caution, be mindful of your own limits, and maintain a well-balanced reading diet. This is a selection from my list of 160 books in this category that I published on my website, complete with links to Goodreads and Wikipedia for each title.
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Did I ever tell you about the man
who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down,
you dig, farting out the words.
It was unlike anything I ever heard.
Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound.
A sound you could smell.
This man worked for the carnival,you dig?
And to start with it was
like a novelty ventriloquist act.
After a while,
the ass started talking on its own.
He would go in
without anything prepared...
and his ass would ad-lib
and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teethlike...
little raspy incurving hooks
and started eating.
He thought this was cute at first
and built an act around it...
but the asshole would eat its way through
his pants and start talking on the street...
shouting out it wanted equal rights.
It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags.
Nobody loved it.
And it wanted to be kissed,
same as any other mouth.
Finally, it talked all the time,
day and night.
You could hear him for blocks,
screaming at it to shut up...
beating at it with his fists...
and sticking candles up it, but...
nothing did any good,
and the asshole said to him...
"It is you who will shut up
in the end, not me...
"because we don't need you
around here anymore.
I can talk and eat and shit."
After that, he began waking up
in the morning with transparentjelly...
like a tadpole's tail
all over his mouth.
He would tear it off his mouth
and the pieces would stick to his hands...
like burning gasoline jelly
and grow there.
So, finally, his mouth sealed over...
and the whole head...
would have amputated spontaneously
except for the eyes, you dig?
That's the one thing
that the asshole couldn't do was see.
It needed the eyes.
Nerve connections were blocked...
and infiltrated and atrophied.
So, the brain couldn't
give orders anymore.
It was trapped inside the skull...
sealed off.
For a while, you could see...
the silent, helpless suffering
of the brain behind the eyes.
And then finally
the brain must have died...
because the eyes went out...
and there was no more feeling in them
than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
(William s burroughs - naked lunch)
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Charles Bukowski
"notice"
the swans drown in bilge water,
take down the signs,
test the poisons,
barricade the cow
from the bull,
the peony from the sun,
take the lavender kisses from my night,
put the symphonies out on the streets
like beggars,
get the nails ready,
flog the backs of the saints,
stun frogs and mice for the cat,
burn the enthralling paintings,
piss on the dawn,
my love
is dead.
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Mutual Benefit — Growing at the Edges (Transgressive)
As Mutual Benefit, Jordan Lee creates rich, complex, baroque folk-rock that rewards close listening. On his new release, Growing at the Edges, he employs the talents of a dozen other players to craft an album on which many of the songs patiently move though several movements via sophisticated arrangements. Part of the record’s undoubtable appeal is how it veers between swooningly romantic and chillingly melancholic, often during the course of a single song.
The fact that the instrumental interludes feel as intrinsic to the whole as the full-blown songs says a lot about how much attention Lee and co-producer Gabriel Birnbaum have paid to the arrangements. Early in the track list, “Remembering a Dream” is an elegant waltz featuring vibes, piano and strings, soon followed by the prominent woodwind intro of “Prefiguring.” Later in the record, “Winter Sun, Cloudless Sky” foregrounds wavering keys, and finale “Signal to Bloom” is an instrumental epilogue with prominent upright bass that revisits the melody of the opening title track, accompanied by wordless coos and lilting flute.
On the vocal songs, Lee’s voice may prove a hurdle for some. However, it sits so discreetly in the mix that it becomes a texture, the lyrics melding into the flow rather than a prominent feature. “Season of Flame” builds into a haunting coda, while “Wasteland Companions” offers up a crisp syncopated beat and rich swells of woodwinds. As the album progresses, there’s a gradual accumulation of themes and atmospheres that proves mesmerizing and deeply satisfying. This perhaps betrays the influence of Brian Wilson collaborator Van Dyke Parks, who had a winning way with the kinds of arrangements whose filigrees and elaborate instrumental contributions could prove intoxicating. Not to say that Lee quite belongs on the same plane, but this is a beautifully realized series of songs, and certainly his finest since 2013’s Love’s Crushing Diamond.
Tim Clarke
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