Head Guru of The New Poetics
“I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace.” Richard Brautigan, All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
“The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.” Wittgenstein’s Mistress, David Markson
“The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one. To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement. This is a paradox: whoever defeats a segment of the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like…
Dylan Fremont is a writer and the stories he tells are about escape. His alias is Dylan Fremont. He uses an alias in order to impersonate himself so that he may commit fraud. Fraud is the tool he uses to enter deathtraps and then escape. In a different time, during an age of magic perhaps,…
“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those that have lost it.” Somerset Vaughan, Of Human Bondage I THERE WAS A RED-BRICK HOUSE in Riverdale the neighbourhood kids relished to visit because there were greater freedoms to be found there than in any other household from either side of the…
“Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened…
“Our history is an aggregate of last moments.” Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
“Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” Noam Chomsky, Syntactic Structures
“Are you still to learn that the end and perfection of our victories is to avoid the vices and infirmities of those whom we subdue?” Plutarch, Parallel Lives I EVERY MORNING AT ELEVEN the butcher tossed the expired, damaged, and discolored meats into the bone-can. When the can had filled to the brim, he would wheel…
