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Sunday, April 19, 2009

JG Ballard, dead today

Crash, a dance written under his influence, the score for the last section above, a recording of the entirety below.


from the book:
I stood with my feet apart, hands on my breast bone, inhaling the floodlit air. I could feel my wounds again, cutting through my chest and knees. I searched for my scars, those tender lesions that now gave off an exquisite and warming pain. My body glowed from these points, like a resurrected man basking in the healed injuries that had brought about his first death.

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