Surface. Signal. Structure.
"To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee." Herman Melville, Moby Dick 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… Continue reading The Phantom Zone
“There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.” Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy 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… Continue reading The Dark Knight of the Soul
"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
“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 The Archives of Terror Occupy The New Fundamentalism Pink Noise The Skull of Saint Magdalene at the Basilica in St. Maximin la Sainte-Baume Montmartre Necropolis at Night Red Rain in Kerala "Our history is an aggregate of last moments." Pools… Continue reading A Condensed History of the New Millennium
"One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you"I don't care what you think unless it is about meIt is now my duty to completely drain youI travel through a tube and end up in your infection." Kurt Cobain, Drain You Dollhouse Cabaret Bleached Papillon The Correct Use of Soap Foot Fetish in… Continue reading The Land of Rape and Honey
"The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreathHer great veils rising and falling with the waters ;The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow." Arthur Rimbaud, Ophelia To Ramona Untitled 4 Untitled 1 Untitled 5 Purple Raincoat Untitled 23 Untitled 19 Untitled 17 Pink Rabbits
The New Poetics 