#the junket

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Periodical Saturday

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Kerrang! magazine / February 20, 1999

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This is one of the many amazing Essays he has written in the past for his online site called The Junket. 

Periodical Saturday

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Periodical Saturday

tbh, I found this one a little weird, but still beautifully written. 

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¿Qué tienen en común Dan Stevens, John Keats y una cuajada? La respuesta se encuentra en una palabra: junket.

La receta consiste en añadir cuajo a la leche azucarada, ligeramente templada, y después enfriarla. Aunque junket puede ser también un dulce de cualquier tipo, una cesta para llevar pescado, un picnic o una excursión. Los editores de The Junket, una publicación online cuatrimestral que reúne ensayos, relatos breves y poesía, se inspiraron en la polisemia del vocablo para presentar sus objetivos: “materiales modestos que son trabajados con cuidado antes de llevarlos a una vida errante y bulliciosa”. También en Junkets, el apodo con el que John Keats firmaba sus cartas a Leigh Hunt, remitiendo a una broma sobre el acento cockney con el que pronunciaba su propio nombre. En una de ellas el poeta describía el acto de escribir como una constante marcha cuesta arriba. Disfrazar lo tortuoso de su composición es, para los editores de The Junket, una característica de la escritura.

The Junket comenzó a publicarse en octubre de 2011 y se interrumpió cinco años más tarde, en el número 17. El navegante desorientado que somos muchos en internet, que ve en la pantalla una ventana a un mundo inmenso con reglas desconocidas, no sabe durante cuánto tiempo podrá asomarse a este pequeño y discreto no-lugar. Mientras siga siendo posible, aquí va una recomendación para visitar esta isla silenciosa que tiene algo de utopía. Su estética, su tipografía y sus colores transmiten la sensación de paz con la que se lee en una mañana de domingo en el campo.

Destacar alguno de los textos sería ir en contra de la armonía del conjunto; pero puede señalarse, como mera curiosidad, que uno de sus colaboradores fue Dan Stevens, actor conocido por Downton Abbey, La bella y la bestia y Legión. Una muestra de que, donde menos se espera, aparece un escritor.

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http://thejunket.org/

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SONG FOR TODAY: The Junket - Brace Yourself

I heard The Junket's 'Brace Yourself' on Radio 1's Evening Session in 1999, and to my surprise found a copy of the EP it was from in the record and CD department of Knees in Trowbridge. They have since closed the music section to become mainly a household appliances store, which is a shame as it stocked pretty much all the new releases of the time. I didn't listen to The Junket's EP for a long time, and I presumed it must have been one of the many CDs I sold in the early to mid 2000's. But after finding a box of old CD singles in my garage last year The Junket's EP turned up much to my pleasure. However, although 'Brace Yourself' was a great song, I don't remember liking the rest of the tracks so I haven't given them playage ever since I found the CD, but maybe if I feel inclined I may give the rest of the 'Stamina' EP a blast and see if my assessment of it differs.  One thing for sure is 'Brace Yourself' is slightly ahead of its time having been released in 1999, as about three years on, a LOT of British bands would sound like this. Musically I suppose The Junket didn't have a very British sound, in fact it was closer to grunge and American lo-fi, but they still find a place in my series of late 90's indie in amongst all the mainly Post-Britpop stuff I have featured in this series of 'Song For Today' so far. Tomorrow there will be another late 90's/early 00's underrated indie classic.....

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Americans usually say what they mean. Not true in Britain, where language serves as a polite circumlocution around actual sentiment. This is a country where even angry emails begin with ‘Apologies for chasing’ or ‘Sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand’. And that is if language is used at all. I once saw a man get on a crowded Victoria line train, lie down on the floor in front of the doors, spread out his newspaper, and proceed to read it all the way from Oxford Circus until Finsbury Park while commuters gingerly stepped over him. He received a fair number of disapproving glances, but nobody said a word. I told my sister who lives in Brooklyn about his performance. ‘That would never happen in New York,’ she said. Some large woman would rally the subway car with her thick Brooklyn accent. ‘Who does this guy think he is!’ she would cry. ‘Am I right? AM I RIGHT?’ ‘Yeah, get your butt off the floor!’ the chorus would respond.

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In a letter to Leigh Hunt in May 1817, John Keats wrote that composing Endymion felt like ‘a continual uphill Journeying’. ‘John Keats alias Junkets’, he signed off, as if to remind us that, however tortuous it may be to find oneself writing, writing itself has that rich and strange ability to disguise the graft of its making behind the impish mischief it continues to make. Just so, the idea of a junket, of an unabashed bean-feast carried off on somebody else’s time and money, craftily conceals its own more functional linguistic heritage. For, as the OED suggests, in spite of its ‘somewhat obscure history’, junket finds ways to reach back to the Pontine marshes south-east of Rome, to their fenland yield of juncus or rushes, to the medieval juncata, the rush-basket for catching and carrying fish, and to the creamy juncade or jonquette, the cheese named for the basket it was prepared in. If from there it becomes a sweetmeat or kickshaw, if it spreads to merrymaking and banqueting and more capricious jaunting, then it seems appropriate to let it represent what The Junket should aspire to: modest materials that are worked with care, before taking on an errant, boisterous life.