The jigsaw puzzle depicting tiny mountainsWhispering in conspiracy about the windWhose pretension keeps it from noticing The critical pests who animate our trashHelicopters helmets and heels overheadMaking piglet shadows against the gloom of day Some things can sip tea and chat about themselves with no endWithout ever giving you a firm phrase to land onAnd … Continue reading “UNTITLED”
Author: APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
a journal of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations.
“HEALING CRYSTAL”
We’re in upper country, you can tell by the shattered smiles. Eyes like hummingbirds desperate for nectar hidden in license plates. The casino is visible from three exits away, huge and stupid as a sequel, but we’re broken down and like it that way. The lot here is liquid black and crawling with lizards itchy … Continue reading “HEALING CRYSTAL”
THE AUTONOMOUS CHEMICAL WEAPON: HOW SENTIENT OIL TOOK CONTROL OF OUR HISTORY – PART TWO
READ PART ONE HERE V. Petrohistory “Petropoliticial undercurrents, with oil as a global conspirator, function as Telluro-occultural lubricants on which everything slides, advancing in all directions." -- Cyclonopedia 130 Although they are not identical, the material history of oil is intertwined with the political history of its producers, and with the war machine. Once one … Continue reading THE AUTONOMOUS CHEMICAL WEAPON: HOW SENTIENT OIL TOOK CONTROL OF OUR HISTORY – PART TWO
THE AUTONOMOUS CHEMICAL WEAPON: HOW SENTIENT OIL TOOK CONTROL OF OUR HISTORY – PART ONE
“Capitalism was here even before human existence, waiting for a host.” -- Reza Negarestani, Cyclonopedia, 27 The contention is this: not only do we use oil, it uses us. Not just oil, but the fossil trinity: oil, coal, and methane: each unique substances, and yet unified by the chemical energy stored in carbon bonds. Humanity … Continue reading THE AUTONOMOUS CHEMICAL WEAPON: HOW SENTIENT OIL TOOK CONTROL OF OUR HISTORY – PART ONE
A MEMORY MAKES ITSELF KNOWN
There is a room. The sun sits at its center. Burning through all borders. A memory hides in the light of the morning. A morning lost but now remembered. A boy blonde like the rays of the sun, bleaching white the sky - dissolving into the sea. A game, imagined, original is being played with … Continue reading A MEMORY MAKES ITSELF KNOWN
“ADDICT”
It never occurred to mewhat I could have accomplished in lifeif I hadn’t been lethargic in bedmanic, drunk, starving, feeling sorry for myselffor the past eight years If I hadn’t gone on those benders,smoked crack in those apartments,blew my paychecks on beer,laid in bed for two weeks,stole sandwiches to survive Would I have written a … Continue reading “ADDICT”
THE VIEWING
Grant Pope straddles a rickety stool, parked on the left side of Russo Funeral Home’s little chapel, which is where the home does viewings. His little brother Benjamin Pope, Benny to those that loved him, lays in the casket arranged in front of Grant’s parents at the front of the room, dressed in his high … Continue reading THE VIEWING
ANNOUNCING: WAR
WAR--the father of all things; what is it good for; the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner; never changes. It is also the subject of the next special presentation by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL. This humble psyop sleaze rag celebrated its YEAR ONE anniversary on the same evening that Russia invaded Ukraine, casting a long shadow of … Continue reading ANNOUNCING: WAR
WHEN I DIE
Barring sudden violent unexpected death between now and Twenty-Fifty-Something, when I die it will be of old age in a cozy cabin on the North Shore of Lake Superior, isolated among the pine and birch trees. If I’m lucky, I’ll realize the time is upon me and settle into my favorite chair facing the window … Continue reading WHEN I DIE
“MEMORY’S NEON, PART TWO”
Horoscope of PositionsFor Long Nimble Fingers Is the title—after twoThey’ll let anyone on the air “Brace yourselfFor a little spoken word “Not poetryBut the hard utterance “The future isA cogitating car “AflameAfar “A talking carThat doesn’t need you “A ski jacketThat doesn’t suit you” —after threeIt’s a different world, Hurtling through a braintube,Nothing but the … Continue reading “MEMORY’S NEON, PART TWO”
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