Posted by Aspasia Stephanou on November 25, 2009 in Blog tagged with Peter Sotos, the villainous writer and musician announces,
Francis Bacon wasn’t allowed to join the surrealist movement because he wasn’t able to fall back on the undefined prizes of the polite imagination. Thank fuck. And Havoc, exactly like Bacon, doesn’t leave room for students comfortable with theory over lust, madness without commitment, secrets at the price of threat. Every word that James Havoc writes is sex. The sentences always murder. Get it? Havoc is the most compulsively vivid writer I know of – precise, vicious and as sexually exciti