This thing about deferring. Don’t come yet. Never come. The case is never finalised.
Category: snippets
Fruiting bodies
Paradise Rot by Jenny Hval (who's usually an acclaimed musician) starts off as a fairly normal novel of expats and sexual awakenings. And then this: PARADISE ROT, Jenny Hval
Lyotard’s shit
Why, political intellectuals, do you incline towards the proletariat? In commiseration for what? I realize that a proletarian would hate you, you have no hatred because you are bourgeois, privileged smooth-skinned types, but also because you dare not say the only important thing there is to say, that one can enjoy swallowing the shit of … Continue reading Lyotard’s shit
Two Snakes | parable of a meeting with my Shadow
Face-to-face interpersonal interactions with evil twins can be pretty stressful, so if you decide to try that, you need to choose people who are only “slightly evil twins,” so to speak. A substantive encounter with a full-blown evil twin can be so toxic that it takes years to get over it. Worse, if you fail … Continue reading Two Snakes | parable of a meeting with my Shadow
Rilke’s women
Letter to the young poet Kappus, Rome, 14 May 1904: Women, in whom life abides and dwells more immediately, more fruitfully and more trustingly, are bound to have ripened more thoroughly, become more human human beings, than a man, who is all too light and has not been pulled down beneath the surface of life … Continue reading Rilke’s women
the thank you for your wishes poem | after Bukowski and co.
there has been enough anxiety frustration desperation self-loathing rage in my twenties to ruin any good seafood pasta at any good beach-side restaurant on any good birthday and there has been far too much inertia indecision insensitivity melancholy doubt and navel-gazing journal entries instead of outrageous fantasias that trigger the senses or sensual fantasies that … Continue reading the thank you for your wishes poem | after Bukowski and co.
The nation is a dead prostitute
[Marullus] "becomes the first poet who identifies as Modern Greek or Graecus", surrenders to an unprecedented nostalgia that pushes the borrowed Latin language to conceive the terms genus, patria of the emerging modern notion of nation. The experience of displacement births a novel Modern Greek patriotism. Seeking new ways to relate to the community he … Continue reading The nation is a dead prostitute
The rotting God universe
Towards an entropic, Souls-like dark fantasy of grey vistas decomposing into black hole swirls: Something that would go like: Pressure clocks pinging on our wrists and weapons at the ready, we wander around the insides of massive space whale carcasses dodging the other gas-masked inhumans scavenging for the last dying embers. (Compare the charnel ground.) … Continue reading The rotting God universe
Great Writers might not be Good Writers (Mamatas v. King)
[Stephen King] s a great writer because he lets it all hang out. His hopes and sentiments, his awful bitterness, those wounds that never heal and those scars across his body and psyche which he cannot help but count and re-count more frequently than he counts his millions, his essential kindness (which informs the avuncular … Continue reading Great Writers might not be Good Writers (Mamatas v. King)
The alchemist’s fever
Siniossoglou on Plethon[1]: More's Utopia was designed from the outset to stay in the sphere of ou-topos [no-place] and ou-chronos [no-time]. Plethon's utopia fervently[2] searches for locality and temporality [...] From a Christian and Stoic viewpoint [such insistence] confirms that by nature man is unable to find happiness in his Dasein and is attracted to what he does not or … Continue reading The alchemist’s fever
the Budafoki amended 