There was no blood, he said. He said there was no blood. That it was a pale, milky white and had ghostly green eyes and algae-ridden hair. It was buried in the weeds before him, reaching out to grasp him. It was clinging onto the life of the frozen lake, yet still and forgotten forever … Continue reading DEAD MEN TELL TALES
Category: Essays/Reviews
A LITTLE RATTLESNAKE’S THEOXENY
It is said that before the sack of Menegroth, Thingol once crossed a southern desert. There he encountered Eru Ilúvatar in the guise of a beggar, and offered him a repast of dried fruit and meats. The god pressed Thingol as to what he (Thingol) knew of Eru or guessed, then dramatically revealed his identity … Continue reading A LITTLE RATTLESNAKE’S THEOXENY
THROUGH THE BLIND HOLE
The Birth & Death of Autotrepanation I sat at dinner with them once, Linda and me came over and we sat at dinner, and John said, “You fancy getting the trepanning thing done?” I said, “Well, what is it?” He said, “Well, you kind of have a hole bored in your skull and uh, you … Continue reading THROUGH THE BLIND HOLE
MUTANT PROPHECY IN MEDIA CONTEXT
A Review of Children of the New Flesh, edited by Chris Kelso and David Leo Rice, via 11:11 Press In the quest for influences and masters among a new wave of artists and writers wishing to tap into a heritage of darkness and cerebral legitimacy, you could do worse than to position yourself in the … Continue reading MUTANT PROPHECY IN MEDIA CONTEXT
A RODGERSIAN MASTERPIECE
A Review of Francis Top’s Grand Design by Craig Rodgers, via Death Of Print According to his publishers, Craig Rodgers is “a writer who doesn't care about fads or schools, only words and stories” with several books to his name including The Ghost of Mile 43, One More Number, and Moonbeams. I first became aware … Continue reading A RODGERSIAN MASTERPIECE
CONFESSION
brother unburden yourself to me. my confidence is of an unyielding strength. know that whatever transpires between us it is cast in the fraternal forge of our surreptitiously manifested kinship. no one shall ever know what is outside of these rooms. in that land of nod where the edge of reality meets the unknowable chasm … Continue reading CONFESSION
THE SWARMING THING
Democracy is a civilizational slur that insists the slithering swarm knows better than sense and custom. That reality should be reconstructed according to consensus psychosis, to make room for the experience of the mentally ill who only them can see “real” reality or rather that it does not exist. That life should be regimented according … Continue reading THE SWARMING THING
APOCALYPSE IN A BOX
The box and the apocalypse may seem far apart in terms of meaning, one being as mundane an object as we can find and the other the extreme of esotericism. But it doesn't take much analyzing to see their deep relationship. The box hides and protects, the apocalypse reveals (its actual etymology) and destroys (as … Continue reading APOCALYPSE IN A BOX
DEATHOLOGY
The slogan for Maximus Magazine, my online-only foray into the realm of indie lit, is “No ideas but in people.” As an overly-obvious “reversal” of William Carlos Williams’ much more famous “No ideas but in things,” it’s cute, but I’m afraid it’s not enough. There are types of poets who’d like it if poetry were … Continue reading DEATHOLOGY
WIPING THE SLATE CLEAN
How To Exterminate the Intellectual Caste I. - Introduction Identifying the target and annihilating it; the guiding principle is clear and precise. Circumstance, including how one’s faculties are arranged and directed within it, brings the complexity and obscurity. But the principle remains, and may serve to guide attention and action even in the most obscure … Continue reading WIPING THE SLATE CLEAN