retrocede

<p>... <em>retrocede</em> is a series of experimental texts written in varying disembodied vocal styles. Meaning is not absolute. There are no characters there is no plot nor is it indeed a novel in any conventional sense. The context is the written now. There are traces & meditations on perspective and language voice & nothingness; the corporeal and the 'raw teeth of extinction'. The book takes its origins from a burgeoning sense of exile & futility; violence has its place in the linguistics of the texts the imagery... (made to rust in the burning non-chambers of the ideational taken as was once from the emptily of dispel as dreaming a broken history to the point of non-exist in a present/presence continuum ever as of the once knowing little of the what of as of all... a sickly strain of diseased language rotting its innards out from the echo within the echo the coil with each form that sanguine gives its traces...)</p><p><br></p><p>///</p><p><br></p><p>A nihilistic experience. As if flies enter the mouth the room the rotation of thought-what reality or whose? Lynch's <em>Mulholland Drive</em>-dumpster-monster-scene meets paint splatter and methodical prose. Mc Aloran's writing tackles modernism's complex legacy in Joyce's wake-one hundred years on. At the inscrutable core that inner contingency: what do we name the sap the nectar the marrow? Retrograde without agenda Mc Aloran points with obsolescence to obsolescence... <em>retrocede's</em> metaphysical alteration of linear patterns carry the reader through chaotic undulations. Language is dispossessed Shakespearian confrontational. Yet as bedlam congeals we find harmony itself is an inescapable shadow. -- Maureen Alsop</p>