NINE/ELEVEN:20 — I Was A Teenage Rapture Prepper

Growing up, the concept of death is something that children struggle to wrap their heads around. The idea of reaching an old age and ceasing to exist one day can be a terrifying thought but after observing it through the deaths of pets and family members, it is something they eventually learn to be more … Continue reading NINE/ELEVEN:20 — I Was A Teenage Rapture Prepper

A Gray Hand-Mirror: Curtis Yarvin’s Poetry

image by Tom Will I The subject introduces himself perfectly: Perhaps you have had the misfortune to attend a poetry reading. At least in many places, such as Berkeley, there is a sort of convention for those in the audience who feel moved by a poem. One does not clap (except at the end). But … Continue reading A Gray Hand-Mirror: Curtis Yarvin’s Poetry

Bad Dreams in the City that Never Sleeps: The Scary Of Sixty-First and New York Realism

In her 1971 review of William Friedkin’s grimy crime thriller The French Connection, Pauline Kael describes New York as a “city in breakdown.” Films made in the city during the late 60s and early 70s couldn’t help but capture the chaos. As Kael writes, “the hookers and junkies in the freakshow on the screen are … Continue reading Bad Dreams in the City that Never Sleeps: The Scary Of Sixty-First and New York Realism

Evilspeak is a cautionary tale about what can happen when you let nerds go on the computer. Just as Adam and Eve bit the apple from the Tree of Knowledge, the piggish Stanley Coopersmith uses an Apple II to summon the Devil and his dark arts, wielding his newfound computer sorcery to wreak unholy, Carrie-style against his bullies at a West Coast military academy. That the Satanic powers are discovered and most acutely felt in the cellar of a chapel at a military academy in California, the supreme locus of dark forces in the modern age, is perhaps a case of accidental profundity on the part of the filmmakers. Either way, Evilspeak is a truly, effectively sinister picture, and illustrates just how demon-haunted our world is, whether by grimoire or computer

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Slay The Devil

digital illustration by Gwen Ovis (@rancid0rchid) Heavy metal might be the closest thing we have today to the classical music of old. I don’t mean this simply in terms of baroque bombast and technical virtuosity. Like classical, metal is inseparable from its relationship to the divine. Glam bands like Poison might sing about girls and … Continue reading Slay The Devil

Kelly

Kelly stresses me out. Kelly makes me nervous. Kelly makes me cringe. Kelly likes me. Kelly calls me sweetheart. Kelly talks a lot. Kelly has a crush on John. Kelly just tried sitting on John’s lap but the nurses made Kelly cut it out. Kelly smokes Marlboro Lights. Kelly asks the nurses about the stock … Continue reading Kelly

Transcendence

I lie belly down on my bedroom floor, my tired cheek resting in the woodchipper carpet. My nose curves into its years. I lie here for the soft negation in lying; I do not think or feel. All I have to do is breathe and lie. It is in this where the sublime something emerges. … Continue reading Transcendence

Juxtaposition & Obfuscation: A Manifesto

image by Tom Will Juxtaposition is the most basic element of creation, and therefore of writing, and therefore of writing poetry. The term juxtaposition should be understood less as the extreme farness of the elements gathered, and understood more as the extreme nearness of their new shared location. Juxta-near, posit-place. Juxtaposition is the 2 coming … Continue reading Juxtaposition & Obfuscation: A Manifesto

Mondo Teatro

A stage. Two actors rehearse a scene while their director watches. The actress is in greek dress and lays on a royal bed, while the actor is dressed as an African warrior and sits over her. They kiss, and she falls her head down on the bed. ACTRESS. Son of Hannibal, release me to heaven, … Continue reading Mondo Teatro

“It’s no longer your film”

"What's that so black agin' the sun?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now", the Colour-Sergeant said. -- "Danny Deever", Rudyard Kipling “It's no longer your film” It is the almost graceless, almost graceful mystery of life leaving … Continue reading “It’s no longer your film”