I. -- For the 19th century Sikh theologian Bhai Avtar Singh Vahiria, the Devi is void, hole, nullity— bindu, sifr. The creative womb, the primordial nothing, zero, empty in itself; penetrated by God’s will, it birthed the chaos of multiplicity. Sikh martial scripture says the first thing God created was the sword. The sword is … Continue reading THE MOTHER OF WAR
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THE GOD OF CHAOS LAUGHS ALONE: ON DAMIEN LEONE’S TERRIFIER 2
Damien Leone’s Terrifier 2 begins where its predecessor left off: in the office of the Miles County coroner, where Art the Clown, presumed dead of a self-inflicted bullet to the brain, has awoken. Fluorescent lights flicker. Radio static whines and whirrs. The coroner, sputtering blood, drags himself to the telephone. He dials 9-11. Help is … Continue reading THE GOD OF CHAOS LAUGHS ALONE: ON DAMIEN LEONE’S TERRIFIER 2
BODY: THE ROOT OF ALL PEOPLE
Excerpted from Escape Philosophy: Journeys Beyond the Human Body by Roy Christopher, out via punctum books “I wish I could peel away your humid, human skin And attach you to me, parasitically.” — Milemarker, “Insect Incest” “The body, like most things, is a tool. The body’s morality depends on its user. The body’s morality is … Continue reading BODY: THE ROOT OF ALL PEOPLE
THE LOVE SONG OF ELIOT NESS
The man was grabbed off of a street corner in broad daylight. He was a large man with big hands, spectacles, and a mustache. He did not necessarily look like trouble, but inside he was certainly troubled. His name was Dr. Francis Sweeney, and on that afternoon in August 1938, he was kidnapped and brought … Continue reading THE LOVE SONG OF ELIOT NESS
LIMINAL TYPES & LOWLIFES
The Unholy Three from My Hometown I love my hometown. There are many like it, but this town is mine. No, I will not go into specifics. My hometown is neither a hick’s hamlet nor a major metropolis. It is neither big nor small. Like Goldilocks and her pursuit of the perfect porridge, my hometown … Continue reading LIMINAL TYPES & LOWLIFES
MODERNISM SPLITS AND KEEPS SPLITTING
AGE OF MANIFESTOS 1920s – Antonin Artaud, erratic, mumbling, joins Georges Bataille at a café. BATAILLE: Are you not the great poet and actor Artaud? I believe we met once in the company of that fool Breton, who spurned art for common ideology, like a dog that has licked itself infertile. ARTAUD: There are no … Continue reading MODERNISM SPLITS AND KEEPS SPLITTING
MENTAL INDIGESTION
A Review of Vitiators by Elytron Frass and Charles N., via Expat Press If the brain is, as some claim, a digestive rather than cognitive organ, it follows that it can be afflicted by the same maladies; nausea, heartburn, and, indeed, indigestion. In light of recent studies linking the gut’s microbiome to autism and other … Continue reading MENTAL INDIGESTION
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