crumbling
business (man) just needs to crumble away just a little more, just a little more, thats it, keep crumbling, youre doing great, really, just a little more, ...
business (man) just needs to crumble away just a little more, just a little more, thats it, keep crumbling, youre doing great, really, just a little more, ...
Benefits: Aromatic Spirit lifting Pieces of mind Balance Focus
One way to keep warm this winter would be to burn every TotalEnergies office and piece of infrastructure down to the ground. There are so many things we need...
sticky balls
pure fucking poetry
XVIII: neg back i will not take care, i will not be careful, i will not watch out, i will not make sure i have all my belongings with me before i exiting t...
VII its so unutterably fantastic not to be involved in anything, anything at all, first of all language, which is one of the things that fall under “anythi...
Three new boox are out at baulk press: Sheer Numbers - Diego Otero. 26pp., 20 parallel poems, three colour riso print by oreri-initiativa, a contents pag...
prends soin de tous les petits trous dans ton corps ! , ils ont tous une fonction et une beauté, ils sont tous irremplaçable. tes fait de trous, tes tes trou...
in the square, a poem called in the square.
what, a poem called what.
[from 2018] we know that people die, but not whether we are mortal. the first we read in a book, on a screen or on our eye screens, but not the second. we ...
some old poems added: with ashen hand, a score of budding vanguards, nobodies, made of non-poem, was down in the darkness, slow poem and two new ones, did yo...
someone has tied your hands behind your back and is pushing you by the feet like a wheelbarrow, driving you wheeless driving your chest shoulders and cheeks ...
we were on the kitchen floor so excited about how we were gonna do the wrong thing and all the innumerable ineluctable consequences that would branch and flo...
we were vibing unstoppable down industry street. our jaws sprouting rhubarb shat on by hooded crow. ~ pass film studios in ruins. long golden violet gr...
we are all gonna live ~ weve been out in the while, down openings, in the foresworn rootstock moist with life. ~ , as seen from neurosis. ~ everything...
welcome to the madness of trying say what we are it goes along really pretty well with trying to be what we say we are im sure youll get on fine ~ the p...
where we are is the these we perceive, our perceiving we see, and so then through that we see our placement — and so what happens is perceived from these e...
what you thought was you collapsing like a building was only you rolling forward into the dirt like a huge stone ball, crashing into crushing what big, and ...
what comes will tag bound seal and store all this like you do what happened … (continuings shame: ty(p)ing up what was and leafving it) … ...
[…] and threw those rushing lights exposed as the run-off invasive spacies build-up to collapsing mutant rack or rust air won-der shit flowing down the “you...
i made a new chapbook, its called notes away. six longish texts, ~60pp. large format. pdf not avail as yet. get in touch if you’d like a copy! it has a s...
i made this video of videos after searching for “the one” while debugging sth else, edited by my CPU maxing out trying to stream so much at once.
i added some new poems to poems: send without subject, how will these exposures turn out, now what, family, i, digest or cubicle, work that failed, hi everyo...
here’s a booklet i wrote in 2014, back when i was a completely different person and all the shit that went down hadn’t gone down, layed out more recently in ...
I added some new translations to the translation page. Texts by Denis Roche, Hölderlin, René Char, Apollinaire, and Henri Michaux. Some of them are deranged.
[…] “our neighbour has been cancelled and it will seem miraculous and then youll win oscars and ppl will be written by my bot-homie. totally dystopian shit...
note At the end of the final lecture of Michel Foucault’s fascinating 1976 Collège de France course entitled «Il faut défendre la société» [“Society must be ...
well, what have we, nothing much. slow days, random open time days obsession with useless crap days. some work days, not much essay days, a break from essay...
note i guess this is a kind of draft write-up of a tirade i wrote on christmas day last year. why not share a tirade. you can also read the pdf version of t...
we know that if we are kings we are supposed to be the sun, everyone from akhnaten to louis xiv thought that, it is a staple of vitalist power to pretend (in...
i recently wrote a small text generation programme called mkv-this. it’s really just a wrapper for the markovify python library (which is what powers all you...
i made a forth month poem, february.
i made a third month poem, january.
picture yrself in a great hall, a hangar, built of alien alloys. picture your friends, families, loved ones, dear ones, communities, comrades, kin, your ppl...
my thought today1 upon waking: will metadata, which is a waste product of machine—machine interactions, become the historical record, ie externalised or te...
i made another month poem, december.
i was walking away from a polluted urban stream lined by peppercorn trees or willows and into a fairly large and empty urban distribution centre car park. an...
friday was a really tough day, and/but then it turned into such a big and broad and full one. i’ve been manic and depressed at once, too tired and vague in t...
here’s a new text i made: november. laid out in LaTeX for kicks.
when i just can’t bare anything any more, when everything is pressing into that space just behind/above the backs of my eyes and when my face is exhausted fr...
doing fine. yeah leave it with me and ill get back to you.