SCREAM BACK!

The Book is not dead, nor can it die. The future of the book is its continuous present, its ability to change, adapt, expand, and move with the people who sustain it, the communities who foster it, the lovers of literature. The book is not dead, nor can you place this lack of creative vision on the shoulders of young writers, you literary bourgeois with your ironic literary festivals, or haven’t you heard that

ironyisdeadand the only means of saving literature is a

newsincerity

in new work and the embracing of new forms of creative vision.

WAKE UP!
WHERE IS YOUR IMAGINATION?
ARE YOU DOWNTRODDEN BY THIS
OUTMODED CULTURAL DISILLUSIONMENT
WHICH IS JUST A CRY-BABY POSITION OF PRIVILEGE?

The sales stats have nothing to do with the book, nor does the rise in literacy – the increase in the capacity to read a government form or a copy of METRO has not increased the love of reading literature. Let them have their danbrownS and twilightS. The fact that smutlit sells millions sez nothing about literature and has nothing to do with us. The book has never been for the masses. Jay MillAr, your grim prophecy for the book claims its salvation in elitism, but this is already our continuous reality!

You(ALL) cannot claim that my generation is ruined by our exposure to the internet, which you attest has ruined our attention spans and rendered us incapable of the slow work required to unravel a book. You cannot ignore our hardworking fingers turning the pages of Gravity’s Rainbow, or tracing the footnotes of Infinite Jest. The Book is for the few and always will be. No one rushed to publish Joyce, his nine year struggle for Dubliners is paralleled in the writers of today. Pursuing a career in art is never easy. Funding and support is always hard to acquire. The venerable Barbara Godard marks out that the writer must eat, but T.S. Eliot worked in a bank for most of his life. Are we all expecting to live off of royalties in Rosedale like Ondaatje?

IF WE ARE CRITIQUING THE TRANSFORMATION OF THE BOOK INTO A FETISHIZED COMMODITY, WHY ARE WE SEEKING TO RELY ON THE SYSTEMS OF CAPITAL THAT ENGENDERED SUCH AN EMPTY OBJECTIFICATION?

Boo-hoo the writer must live off of condensed soup, wear torn socks, and work another job. Is this not the sacrifice one must make for the love of art?

TESTIMONY 1:

MANIFESTATIONS OF THE BOOK AS AUGMENTED BY NEW TECHNOLOGY ARE BECOMING INCREASINGLY FREE FROM CAPITAL INTERESTS, THUS, REAL EXPERIMENTATION AND GROWTH ARE POSSIBLE OUTSIDE OF SALES TARGETS AND PUBLICITY BUDGETS.

It is physically impossible to read Ulysses online. After two pages, eyes tire and the flickering of the screen induces nausea. To think that online reading and THE HELLISH GoogleBooks will render the print tome obsolete is illogical. Electronic readers are convenient for backpackers and the elderly. Our library shelves will not dissolve into tables of panel screens, and if anyone ever suggests it, we will hang them from the rafters with their MacBook power cords.

TESTIMONY 2:

THE INTERNET CANNOT COMPETE WITH AND IS NOT COMPETING WITH CREATIVE WRITING IN PRINT. WHY? LEGITIMACY.

I have been using the internet since I was a child. I learned early on to mistrust it, considering the ease of modification and dissemination of information. The ease of use has not deterred me from seeking out information in print for clarification and further reading. The internet is a starting point, never an all encompassing or trustworthy source of complete information. The permanence of the page will always hold more legitimacy, its palpability will always be able to testify far more than a flickering screen.

TESTIMONY 3:

WEB-BASED ART AND WRITING ARE IMPORTANT AND MEANINGFUL IN THEIR OWN RIGHT.

Illegitimacy is also beautiful. Web-based art, made specifically for new technology is an important tool in the growth of the book, and the experimental technological augmentation of art. Young Hae Chang’s digital poetry, The Apostrophe engine (which also manifested itself in the book), digital visual poetry –they all serve to explore the boundaries of the VIRTUAL WOR(L)D, which explores the areas of our new life where IMPERMANENCE REIGNS. This is now part of who we are, and as Caitlin Fisher underlined, the impermanence is what makes this experimentation beautiful and worthwhile.

IMAGINE.
BELIEVE IN INNOVATION.

has a howl become cliche?

THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY.

We can only complain about our own disillusionment for so long before we wake up and realize that we are not powerless, that we are capable of meaningful change, and that new innovation is not something to fear, but something to take hold of. This postmodern "LOSS OF AGENCY" is truly only a loss of recognition of freedom and personal power at the hands of propogated capitalist fear.

The Book is an extension of humankind's capacity to create stories, and our love of diverse expression. The death of the book is the death of art and creative thought. If anything challenges the Book, it is our strained and cliched irony, with its insincere and crippling affect on art's honest ability to testify. At this year's Scream Literary Festival, Walter Bejamin was noted often for his essay The Work of Art in the Age of Its Technological Reproducibility critiquing the augmentation of art with technological means of production - but no one seems to realize - or at least they seemed to omit - that the essay is somewhat optimistic, Benjamin suggests that technology can be used for means other than the shattering of aura, his ideas are not as empty and nihilist as they have been presented by many interpreters - it's no piece by Adorno and Horkheimer (maybe, if you want to be an artistic nihilist, you should consider quoting The Culture Industry)


SCREAM
BACK!


THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!
THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!

THE CYCLICALITY AND APATHY OF OUR IRONIC NARRATIVES HAVE FOUND THEIR DEMISE IN THEIR OWN UNSUSTAINABILITY!!


did your short attention span catch that, virtual reader?

To all those literary bourgeois who,
in their posh lassitude
claim that the book is dead:

The Book is as immortal as your imaginations are limited.


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This Manifesto is inspired by the fantastic panel who presented five new manifestos for the Book at this year's Scream Literary Festival, stream it here.

(We had the video embedded into the post, but it began to interfere with the fierce comment board. Check it out!)