Instructions for leaving corporeal reality … written by me …
https://t.co/C0zBUgqU0R
thank you @cloak_wtf@ShmikeShmorrao for the mind bending design
awaiting the judgement of @thefancymike
some x-r-a-y related content on the mighty Beach Sloth's substack ! @Beach_Sloth
our anti-interview with Oli Johns by Ryan Raymond Buell - https://t.co/b5CYMM372G
& xray short story editor Joshua Heppburn's @joshuahebburn two word story on scaffold - https://t.co/F75hQxVpne
Excited to share: “The Information” — taken from The Sovereignty of Albumen,
part of a Submersible Press anthology
Voice Rebecca Gransden
Music ATOP
https://t.co/hS2Cmo3Mvt
In the name of avocational video collage, the trailer for upcoming PKD mega-collab project UB#K!
Leans heavily into Decoder/Naked Lunch.
1st 3 mins below, full 8 min slog here: https://t.co/yqMogYVQos
“The really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”
— David Foster Wallace
Dear writers, we need your imagination, your narrative creativity and your lively thinking. We need these to create spaces of freedom and authenticity, within which divine grace can make the promise of consolation and peace resound. https://t.co/FEmCrdQ392
The link to this is defunct. But I have 118 followers (many of them real people) starving to (re-)read my mirror and video-augmented experiments in loneliness…..
https://t.co/aOU2zxIyGQ
Instructions for leaving corporeal reality … written by me …
https://t.co/C0zBUgqU0R
thank you @cloak_wtf@ShmikeShmorrao for the mind bending design
awaiting the judgement of @thefancymike
I can easily understand and relate to a writer’s resistance at retreading found ground, but an opening line this good is almost begging... someone… to keep going.
Just had a premonition that I want to write a legendary Don't Submit! poem that begins: "Each Obama is a harmonic geometry" but I feel as though I've written once and definitively about Obama and madness.
These poems are exultant—some parts especially so, I think, because of a sense that they have never been uttered before: "the belief in simulations of citric elasticity beleaguers the worldly and deprives the calm bodies of higher devices of their own similitude
to dungarees."