On location at South Bank in Brisbane, Dean reads an excerpt from his book Things we do for Love (2015), available in the Dean Kyte Bookstore.
An audio version of the story is available for purchase on Dean’s Bandcamp page. You can also purchase the eBook/audiobook combo in the Bookstore for the price of the eBook alone.
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Very far indeed from imagining
This morning I was re-reading Albertine disparue, by one of my chers maîtres, M. Proust.
One of those gems of perspicacity (either forgotten or unremarked in previous readings) which stand forth from the great forest of his text struck me with its elegant force and I was compelled to attempt the translation of it.
After watching the documentary about the fire at Notre-Dame on 4 Corners last night, the Monsieur’s observation reminded me of the places I knew well on the Île de la Cité and the Rive Gauche.
I never liked Notre-Dame when I lived in Paris: Kilomètre Zéro would always strike me as the epicentre of the touristic ‘cirque parisien’, the place we go to Paris ‘hoping to find’ and ‘giving ourselves such trouble in our attempts to discover’.
Yet when I saw the footage taken from behind the cathedral with the great plume of black smoke rising from the burning spire, I remembered a sketch I had dashed off one dark, overcast afternoon on the pont de la Tournelle.
It was hardly a premonition of future events. Yet life had given me ‘une vue de Notre-Dame de Paris’ which I was very far indeed from imagining.
Brunswick Noir
Mysterious goings-on darken the mean streets of Brunswick West at dawn in this short story written and read by Dean Kyte.
Où est le Flâneur de Melbourne?
Hard at work in Mornington. There is no rest for the wicked, but at least there is coffee.
In a lonely street
A short story in which I speculate on the fate of a character I wrote about as a much younger man—and who continues to haunt me still.
Enigma of the afternoon
In this prose poem, Dean Kyte meditates on one of Melbourne’s most alluring paradoxes…
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On Super 8
In this brief essay, Dean Kyte meditates on the virtues of the Super 8 film format. Special thanks to nanolab for developing and digitizing the footage.
Cinescritos preview
A sneak preview of my forthcoming Blu-ray Disc Cinescritos: Writings in Image & Sound, which will be released in early 2019 in the Dean Kyte Bookstore. The disc comes with a full-colour, illustrated essay booklet.
Advance orders are welcome. Please use the Contact form to get in touch with me.
You can also watch the trailer below:
Poèmes sans paroles III: Le Flâneur au soir
‘… [T]he writer-dandy and by extension the director-dandy are arguably in a privileged position as they can apply their ideals to the limitless realm of fiction. The latter even has the potential to fulfil the depressive’s ultimate dream, the creation of a hermetic, artificial and complete world in accordance with his own highly individual ideal of beauty, his specific tastes.’ — Philip Mann, The Dandy at Dusk: Taste and Melancholy in the Twentieth Century.
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