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[arghreality]

The club door was back from the dark street, round the end of a pub; anonymous & grey. You come in and a room connects the bar to one of the dancerooms; this room is very dark and in one end are lots of unused dusty things, possibly a table and some rolls of carpets and stuff. One of the dark corners where the young english can retreat into their

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[nuncius]

Nice.

Weird mix of the irreverent narration of Kerouac and the mysterious description of English romanticism.

Nice.

[tha_iconoclast]

why is it Kerouac is the end all for neophytes reflectiing on subcultures?

fuck Kerouac. Soooo bloody tired of Kerouac. Find some more writers. There are plenty to choose from. Try Ryu Murakami's "almost transparent blue."

even Neil Gaiman for chrissakes...

[nuncius]

mostly cause i haven't read modern writers, and at that not even kerouac, didn't even know how to spell the fucker's name. But the one page of his stuff I read was replete with the irreverent narration which is probably all over modern literature, I just haven't read it. And the only Gaiman I've read is American Gods, and quite frankly, while entertaining, was rather crap. I know I know, there's a lot more that's good, Mirrormask in particular, but that's not exactly literature. And so I use Keruoac, because it had that feeling of devil may care irreverence. And I don't know what a neophyte is, but I really doubt that I am one.

[tha_iconoclast]

dude. chap. brother

[elfriniel]

yay gaiman and sandman err, didnt even read most of those comments, too intellectual for me. what club was that then?

[arghreality]

The Black Swan on stapleton rd!

To get to it I have to walk down a long eerie street empty except for prostitutes.