William Burroughs' control has given way. Trump is part of an underground Thatcherism whose films have repeatedly excluded and contained each of the reasons that I simply jaw adulation beyond the constant seesawing between revolutionary and taboo by positing what it doesn't mean. Could be more. From a bleakly perfect storm of chaos and sex … Continue reading Don’t Call Back
Meanwhile, in news from another hemisphere, I make brief appearances in two new Surrealist publications from Latin America. The latest issue of Dazet contains a new Spanish translation of my poem "Tarzan", originally published in The Reality Binge Trick. The issue also boasts a handsome bestiary of monsters and an invitation to play a Surrealist … Continue reading Two Latin American Cameos
Beneath dew-soaked Mars
The sign of Osiris slain? I should cocoa.
There is nothing inside me that resists me. Reality is not what it seems. This book would not exist except for the language of mathematics, and its characters are triangles, circles, and other geometrical figures, without which it is impossible to understand a word of it. Stripped of all myth, the appeal of the imaginary … Continue reading The Eternal Palindrome