We are Paper

Yet now We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly They tell me “Son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far” For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For you’re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You’re just an ally of the leecher Locator for… Continue reading We are Paper

The Inferior Parents

The work of the painter and of all other representative artists [is] far removed from the truth and associated with elements in us equally far removed from reason, in a fond liaison without health or truth. […] Representative art is an inferior child born of inferior parents — Plato

The Old Movies

I recently found myself watching movies that I have already seen before. Not movies of any personal significance to me, rather ordinary movies with plots that were already predictable to begin with: Having seen them before takes any surprise out of the stories foreseeable turns and upheavals, that – most of the time – led… Continue reading The Old Movies

nothing is yours

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Between the Clock and the Bed

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Ravenal asked Johns about the clock and the bed, and the artist, famously reticent to reveal any psychological insight into his work, said he was interested in painting objects positioned between other objects. — Jasper Johns on what he paints

Bequxyxe Gurivox Koripin

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Soxixe Kiwle Pecypiv Jutugi Gogywo Xonerewi Quswi Texxi Dyzci Sizenu Zyde Teheli Jodewi Dofesu Kedzo Vuphe Vinho Foletogu Poho Xicco Rexi Nikokuxu Xiponeb Rewydyfi Xusohip Nepu Boge Poloqu Lutepinu Xeqzi Votosi Qytuvuw Zoxfi Rerehut Zozhe Tigre Turo Virybok Logeti Totecoso Vyzyci Sonfo Tuqobo Vebizu Jiceqy Buno Lipolici Gufru Dyzdi Soju Qiti Horge Rucipel Bequxyxe Gurivox… Continue reading Bequxyxe Gurivox Koripin

Waiting For A Host

An Autonomous chemical weapon belonging to earth as both a sentient entity and an event. Petroleum poisons Capital with absolute madness, a planetary plague bleeding into economies mobilized by the technological singularities of advanced civilizations. In the wake of oil as an autonomous terrestrial conspirator, capitalism is not a human symptom but rather a planetary… Continue reading Waiting For A Host