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
The excitement reaches fever pitch, the patient swoons...
Conservatives look back. Progressives look forward. That's how it used to be. These days I don't know where to look. In this untimely blog post I think even more disjointedly than usual about the politics of time, magick and Surrealism.
Allow me to recommend a few Surrealist periodicals that have plopped through my letterbox in the past few weeks. I'll be toting them all down to the beach with me whenever (if ever) the sun shines.
My last newsletter included an invitation to play the Omphalos Game. Some of my friends who played sent me their results, and here they are.