Mountain*7 – Mountain*7. A vault of the unnameable.
Psychogeographic Review | The Art of Psychogeography
Description: Landscape in art, music, literature, film and other art forms.
Ah…Cormac McCarthy has died today. A giant of a writer, who wrote with a pen of iron, torqued language into new forms & worked the rhythms of prose into wire-flashes of lightning & great rolls of thunder. Favourite lines, passages? This from Blood Meridian will stay with me:
Another quoted this, from Blood Meridian , although the author of a Washington Post piece on McCarthy felt the writing here went 'past feverish to become nearly comical'.
Back in 2014 I wrote a blog post on Blood Meridian that quoted several beautiful passages describing a bloody journey made by the scalphunters ('they rode through the long twilight and the sun set and no moon rose and to the west the mountains shuddered again and again in clattering frames and burned to final darkness and the rain hissed in the blind night land'.) This writing, ignored at the time and subsequently acclaimed, is now studied by academics in books like Cormac McCarthy's Borders and Landscapes
Mountain*7 – Mountain*7. A vault of the unnameable.
Psychogeographic Review | The Art of Psychogeography