Surface. Signal. Structure.
"To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee." Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale they have torn and mangled me for how long i cannot begin to remember stretched over infinite worlds and realities there are others in here with me their cries dim and distant in the darkness i… Continue reading The Phantom Zone
"There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in the midst of misery." The Divine Comedy, Dante Alighieri i sing him a song about us i step on her hands i splay her fingers he hunts me with his mouth she has three colours in her eyes i swim in her as she quiets… Continue reading The Dark Knight of the Soul
"We'll meet again. We'll part once more." James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake
"When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf." Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
"Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads out to the light." John Milton, Paradise Lost
“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… Continue reading 137 Steps
"Our history is an aggregate of last moments." Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow Record Player X "Our history is an aggregate of last moments." Occupy The Archives of Terror Pink Noise The Skull of Saint Mary Magdalene at the Basilica in St. Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume The New Fundamentalism Montmartre Necropolis at Night Red Rain in Kerala Pools of… Continue reading A Condensed History of the New Millennium
"Under the spreading chestnut tree they leaned into each other for warmth that was escaping their bodies just as quickly as they could narrow the space between them." Dylan Fremont, Cheaters
"Alas, the gates of life never swing open except upon death, never open except upon the palaces and gardens of death. And the universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden. Blood everywhere and, where there is most life, horrible tormentors who dig your flesh, saw your bones, and retract your skin with sinister,… Continue reading All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
The New Poetics 