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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

In Fear of Memory (after Pasolini)

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Of all people it is straights I hate the most. Especially the the old ones - they hold hands, they share their love like some kind of cowa...
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Monday, June 26, 2017

On Bomb Scares

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And then a bullet replaced all of history. We couldn’t recognise ourselves in it - all of its dates compressed to a phalanx of immaterial...
Friday, June 16, 2017

In Fever: Notes on Les Chimères de Gerard de Nerval

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for Eva CollĂ© Don’t wait up for me tonight, the sky will be black and white Yeh I’m in a bad mood as well. Cops are everywhere. But we...
Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Our Death 35 / Abject 2 (after Baudelaire)

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Great love, that will crush the human world, I wish we could do something to help each other. But today we are separated by so many tediou...
Monday, May 08, 2017

Our Death 34 / Abject (after Baudelaire)

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Wine is a dull disk that encircles the law. It will check your passport, will make sure that your sense of rhythm never exceeds the accept...
Saturday, May 06, 2017

That Thing Out There

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in the interest of promoting William Rowe's recently published Collected Poems, here is the afterword that he asked me to write. The b...
Monday, April 24, 2017

Our Death 33 / On the Hatred of the Sun

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Every evening its like the sun smashes into the earth. Its been doing it now for a few weeks. The sky splits into two and all the details...
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