“UNTITLED”

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”

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

“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”

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”