“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art … Continue reading My2K: A Multi-Format Journey Through the Early ’00s
Hitchcock Kills Dad
We all think of Alfred Hitchcock as a kind of pervert, or at least as the kind of man with fetishes and morbid curiosities that he dares not to say out loud. What we typically call perversion film critics have always tended to call auteurism. The common perception of Hitchcock as an auteur grew out … Continue reading Hitchcock Kills Dad
Three Crime Scenes
Crime Scene #1 A wasp’s nest was alive tonightIn the corner of your alley Alive with light red yellowGreen from the combs Like an intersectionWith the difficulty of a dream’s logic You struggle to find a trafficSignal to wake you all up Crime Scene #2 All possible TV colors from the cop carBlue red from … Continue reading Three Crime Scenes
Gambler’s Fallacy
It’s Saturday night so Avram Cluster finds himself sitting in a gold-rimmed velvet temple that glares neon and whistles slogans out the deepest corners -- preferable to a sober weekend with his wife, who is off feeding the better part of his paycheck into a slot machine. He spends his time unobtrusively scanning his newspaper … Continue reading Gambler’s Fallacy
Muzhiks
When I was too little to be recognized my mother took me out in a stroller. She met an old woman who asked her if I was a boy or a girl. My mother said that I was a boy. The woman showed her hand, missing two fingers. “A boy did this to me,” she … Continue reading Muzhiks
The Cosmic (B)OM(B)
"Good God! The long-haired boys have lost control," exclaimed an unnamed army officer at Alamogordo New Mexico, in response to the first atomic bomb blast in July 1945. The atomic bomb, this infernal invention of Man, for it requires the splitting of the atom—the essence of existence, the building block of all that is—the division … Continue reading The Cosmic (B)OM(B)
“divine” – “dissection” – “perforated”
divine. as the ashes of the last star drift i am left again to eternal darkness this emptiness infinitely more trustworthy than its lighter counterpart who’s introvert nature keeps them cold hearted surveying my box, i stare into the gloom i took risks with the last and i’ll do it again knowingly gave them too … Continue reading “divine” – “dissection” – “perforated”
Postcards from The Big Empty
Hail Thee, Broken Bone Bastard In The Incubator I shall die here Noose Eater -- EMPTYCOLLECTIVE is a federally funded thieves guild and multimedia art initiative. Full gallery available at empty4.neocities.org
“pasquinade”
love died by its own marketing disrobed of implants every entity repents smokestacks blanketing the present tense love is a lie worth buying once fool’s gold facts abstract threshold stitched in gown to rim testate eviscerated hence the heart digs its worms out tax free segments stagnating foam licked loyal by saprobes fimbriated warzone techno … Continue reading “pasquinade”
Trying to Talk with a Man About Nuclear Armageddon: Adrienne Rich & the Nuclear Gothic
Nuclear holocaust--Last year’s nightmare, this year’s dream.A mushroom cloud blooms. An appropriate, and if not appropriate then humorous, subtitle for Adrienne Rich’s poem “Trying to Talk with a Man” would have been “or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Admit My Relationship Has Failed.” And, much like Kubrick’s film (of a similar title), Rich’s … Continue reading Trying to Talk with a Man About Nuclear Armageddon: Adrienne Rich & the Nuclear Gothic
