That’s a good question, my young friend, because enjoying John Mayer is not something a ‘real’ man is willing to broadcast.
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‘What’s Your Favourite John Mayer Song?’
Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags Cormac McCarthy, guitar, Harrisen Hughes, John Mayer, Marty Friedman, Ophelia, Siamese fighting fish, Slayer, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, The Crossing on October 23, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World and the Crime She Committed Against Her Own Face
Posted in Love letters with tags Cormac McCarthy, Ellsworth Kelly, Leonardo Da Vinci, Merzouga, Sahara desert, Stendhal Syndrome, Zagora on January 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
We met at the gym. I can remember the handful of occasions I had seen her before we spoke, before she flowed inside the parameters of her name. Continue reading
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A Review of a Book I Have Only Half-Finished
Posted in Reading with tags Alice in Wonderland, All the Pretty Horses, Cat's Eye, Cormac McCarthy, Dance Dance Dance, Dolphin Hotel, Franz Kafka, Haruki Murakami, K, Margaret Atwood, The Sheep Man on November 11, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle
Haruki Murikami’s Dance Dance Dance has one of the best first pages I have read, but I’m still going to give it away.
The novel opens as follows: Continue reading
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Ken Lay: Cage Fighting, Bloodshed and Resonating Against the Void
Posted in Kickboxing, Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags All the Pretty Horses, Australian society, blood, Blood Meridian, bouncer, cage fighting, Cormac McCarthy, Dan Kelly, Herald-Sun Newspaper, Ken Lay, mixed martial arts, MMA, No Country for Old Men, Police chief, street violence, The Age Newspaper, The Crossing, The Guardian Online Newspaper, UFC, Ultimate Fighting, violence against women, William Luu on October 25, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle
To my mind, Ken Lay is more than just a police chief; he’s an exceptional public figure, fighting to make a crucial difference to Australian society. Continue reading
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UFC: The Other Side of the Bloody Coin
Posted in Kickboxing, Real Men with tags Antonio Silva, Boxing, bullfighting, cage fighting, Carl Jung, Cormac McCarthy, Daily Telegraph Newspaper, Ernest Hemingway, Mark Hunt, motor racing, Phil Rothfield, Rush, The Crossing, the Shadow, UFC on December 11, 2013 by Jarrod Boyle
“Young men love war and old men love it in them.”
-Cormac McCarthy,
The Crossing.
Phil Rothfield recently published an editorial in The Daily Telegraph that has gone viral across the Facebook pages of many of the people I know. It’s a pretty inflammatory screed, and I’m surprised any credible newspaper would publish it; the comment about ‘allowing’ women to fight on the card alongside men must have left feminists, along with fight-fans, scratching their heads. Continue reading
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Cormac McCarthy's 'The Crossing'.
Posted in Reading with tags Cormac McCarthy on February 19, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle“He woke all night with the cold. He’d rise and mend back the fire and she was always watching him. When the flames came up her eyes burned out there like gatelamps to another world.
“A world burning on the shore of an unknowable void. A world construed out of blood and blood’s alkahest and blood in its core and in its integument because it was that nothing save blood had the power to resonate against the void which threatened hourly to devour it.
“He wrapped himself in the blanket and watched her. When those eyes and the nation to which they bore witness were gone at last with their dignity back into their origins, there would perhaps be other fires and other witnesses and other worlds otherwise beheld. But they would not be this one.”
Cormac McCarthy,
The Crossing
p.73
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Bereft
Posted in Reading with tags Bereft, Blood Meridian, Child of God, Chris Wormesley, Cormac McCarthy, Lolita, Moby Dick, Nick Cave, Pride and Prejudice, The Age Newspaper, The Proposition, Vincent Van Gogh, William Blake on October 20, 2010 by Jarrod Boyle
It’s remarkable how many ‘Classic’ art works, if not the majority, received a very shaky reception at their initial publication. It makes you ask the question; how could a self-respecting, intelligent professional reviewer have failed to see Moby Dick/Pride and Prejudice/Lolita for what they so ‘obviously’ are? How is it that William Blake never exhibited, and Van Gogh never sold a painting? Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 