(A Markov-Assisted Cut-Up Poem)
Chaos magick:
Is noted “what if,” meaning –
The challenge is hallucinating,
And fantastical beasts play in rugose kingdoms.
Cyclopean sculptured, the above formulae,
Encompasses all.
Monthly Archives: April 2024
About the Cosmic Liminality
Further thoughts The Cosmic Liminality is a surrealist project aimed at capturing the strange occurrences happening in the world as we move through the liminal phase of global (cosmic) initiation that I believe we’re currently living in. Background: In the anthropological study of initiation there are three phases found in instances all over the worldContinue reading “About the Cosmic Liminality”
Heartbreak Retrospective
A video collage on the monstrous liminality of loneliness among friends. (This is probably the most heartfelt piece I’ve made. It still haunts me. I make experimental video art over on YouTube. Please visit, like and subscribe.) If you would like to join in the monstrous liminality of friendship in this strange simulation, check outContinue reading “Heartbreak Retrospective”
Dropping the Ball, X-games
I wrote a big long essay full of pretty language about heartbreak and the deliberate smashing of dreams. I liked it and was going to turn it into a post here. Then I dropped my phone. Buttons were hit. Words lost… Meh. Typical Gen X ball dropping. It was overly self-important, totally melodramatic and wayContinue reading “Dropping the Ball, X-games”
Certainty
What makes you nervous? Anytime someone claims to be absolutely certain, I get a creeping feeling of unease, like the world has just lost something important. Doubt is important. Questions are keys to endless gateways into tomorrow. Whenever someone becomes certain, a part of them dies. And if the certainty goes unchecked, others might follow.Continue reading “Certainty”
Art in a snail’s ontology
A Cutup Poem He begins to turn those mirrorshades aroundand look into the spotlight. It’s central to episodic memory formation: That this type of evocation – tracing the figurines with the external organs of the hunter… One day I will break your crown. And you point your finger. But there’s no one knows, Just howContinue reading “Art in a snail’s ontology”
The Cosmic Liminality 