I decided to read some of the Old Testament a while back, during high school. I took the liberty of assuming the New Testament is too preachy and would lack the exotic zest of the Old Testament, which felt much closer to an aggregation of myths from a bygone era. I was especially interested in … Continue reading Jacob From the Machine
“devourer”
it came from distant shores,the land from which dark Satanic mills were forgedupon the bee-gull, a clot of wood and windtraveled the monster called Man we feared: Darwin it stalked our island home on two feet–a bizarre, bald, bleach-fleshed beastfingers like leeches, probing, always probing, for new additions to its feastred-smeared maw agape, face-fur flecked … Continue reading “devourer”
My2K: A Multi-Format Journey Through the Early ’00s
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art … Continue reading My2K: A Multi-Format Journey Through the Early ’00s
Hitchcock Kills Dad
We all think of Alfred Hitchcock as a kind of pervert, or at least as the kind of man with fetishes and morbid curiosities that he dares not to say out loud. What we typically call perversion film critics have always tended to call auteurism. The common perception of Hitchcock as an auteur grew out … Continue reading Hitchcock Kills Dad
Three Crime Scenes
Crime Scene #1 A wasp’s nest was alive tonightIn the corner of your alley Alive with light red yellowGreen from the combs Like an intersectionWith the difficulty of a dream’s logic You struggle to find a trafficSignal to wake you all up Crime Scene #2 All possible TV colors from the cop carBlue red from … Continue reading Three Crime Scenes
Gambler’s Fallacy
It’s Saturday night so Avram Cluster finds himself sitting in a gold-rimmed velvet temple that glares neon and whistles slogans out the deepest corners -- preferable to a sober weekend with his wife, who is off feeding the better part of his paycheck into a slot machine. He spends his time unobtrusively scanning his newspaper … Continue reading Gambler’s Fallacy
Muzhiks
When I was too little to be recognized my mother took me out in a stroller. She met an old woman who asked her if I was a boy or a girl. My mother said that I was a boy. The woman showed her hand, missing two fingers. “A boy did this to me,” she … Continue reading Muzhiks
The Cosmic (B)OM(B)
"Good God! The long-haired boys have lost control," exclaimed an unnamed army officer at Alamogordo New Mexico, in response to the first atomic bomb blast in July 1945. The atomic bomb, this infernal invention of Man, for it requires the splitting of the atom—the essence of existence, the building block of all that is—the division … Continue reading The Cosmic (B)OM(B)
“divine” – “dissection” – “perforated”
divine. as the ashes of the last star drift i am left again to eternal darkness this emptiness infinitely more trustworthy than its lighter counterpart who’s introvert nature keeps them cold hearted surveying my box, i stare into the gloom i took risks with the last and i’ll do it again knowingly gave them too … Continue reading “divine” – “dissection” – “perforated”
Postcards from The Big Empty
Hail Thee, Broken Bone Bastard In The Incubator I shall die here Noose Eater -- EMPTYCOLLECTIVE is a federally funded thieves guild and multimedia art initiative. Full gallery available at empty4.neocities.org
