Category Archives: verbal

Krzysztof Varga on Lost

Full text in Polish here.

Science fiction as revolution

It is possible then to think about SF not in the bourgeois terms of the novel, but as an experimental science. The object of study is not the ideological reproduction of SF, but a philosophical self-reflection upon these conditions of ideological reproduction. To read is to discover the absolute difference a novel has from its […]

Life-with

I bring you life-with. It’s more than love. Love’s a hard, sad, dirty word, a cold word, an old word. It says too much and it promises too little. I bring you something much bigger than love. If you’re alive, you’re alive. If you’re alive-with, then you know the other life is there too—both of […]

Brendan Perry – Utopia

I feel greater than the sum of all my parts A domestic beast with a hairy heart Trapped within a walled suburbia I found my taste is somewhat underground Between the shadows and the cracks I’m building my Utopia I need to break free from all that binds That makes me old before my time […]

Literary forms that fed into sf

Literary forms that helped create the preconditions for the appearance of science fiction as a singular phenomenon in the late 19th century: * utopian fictions * fairy tales * classical myths * earthly paradises * folk stories about cockaigne * extraordinary voyages * millenarian fantasies * philosophical dialogues * technological blueprints * political manifestos and […]

Anamorphosis

[Anamorphosis] is a philosophy of false reality, or, more precisely, a poetics of alternative realities. An anamorphic image posits the coded presence of an almost unimaginable reality that momentarily obtrudes on ideologically constituted reality, thereby rendering it arbitrary, ontologically inconsistent [. . .] The effect of anamorphosis, philosophically speaking, is therefore that of extreme relativisation. […]

Image and Portrait Making in Islam

Unfortunately, the stance of Islam on this issue has been grossly misunderstood. It is not true that Islam prohibits pictures and portraits in the absolute sense. Only pictures which cultivate sentiments of worship in people are prohibited. The bases of this view point are presented below: By collecting and analyzing all the Ahadith on portrait […]

Los Angeles and the Erasure of Memory

Pt. I, Ch. 2, “L.A. Noir and Forgetting” “there are noir and apocalyptic scenarios that continually repeat in literature, film and the visual arts from Los Angeles. By the mid sixties, they take on an increasingly disengaged spirit, like a nightmare one watches through the windshield of a car” (81). Pt. V, Ch. 12, “Suburban […]

Post-genomic fiction

He wants to live long enough to witness a news, post-genomic fiction. one that grasps the interpenetrating loops of inheritance and upbringing so tangled that every cause is some other cause’s effect. One that, through a kind of collaborative writing, shakes free of the prejudices of any individual maker. For now, fiction remains at best […]

Brave New World

“You’re going to make us all happy. Is that the plan?” His eyebrows crumple and his lips sour. She’s hurt him, at least as much as he’s capable of being hurt by anyone. He shrugs off her mockery. “A little more capable of being well in the world. But not if you don’t want it, […]

ARC d’X

Will I see you again? he wanted to ask. But he was afraid of ruining everything. He left the circle, and after waiting a long time caught a bus on the road back into the city proper. Whatever I do now, he said to himself on the bus, staring out the window at the volcano […]

Days Between Stations

She wanted him to say something. She wanted him to say it was alright, but more than that she wanted some ridiculous sort of reassurance that somehow it all didn’t matter. The enormity of what she’d done hadn’t sunk in. She hoped he wouldn’t hate her, and she could take some relief in that, because […]

Ashes

I love the ashes. I love the endless smoky twilight of Los Angeles. I love walking along Sunset Boulevard past the bistros where the Hollywood trash have to brush the black soot off their salmon linguini in white wine sauce before they can eat it. I love driving across one black ring after another all […]

Endless Things

Because Beau, the only one she would have stayed with, was unclaimable – not all the nights she had spent by his side had let her into him, he would stop at her frontiers, always, or gently stop her at his own – and it was so painful and disorienting that she thought she had […]

PKD’s God

God, he thought, and felt ill. Was this what Tanya Lee had called the “aquatic horror” shape? It had no shape. Nor pseudopodia, either flesh or metal. It was, in a sense, not there at all; when he managed to look directly at it, the shape vanished; he saw through it, saw the people on […]

From John Berryman

“—You is from hunger, Mr Bones” Intense.

Now Reading

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Tom Waits – Alice

Quote. Tom Waits is made of awesome. Unquote. Can’t agree more. This IS poetry. _______________________________________ It’s dreamy weather we’re on You waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond with a frozen moon A murder of silhouette crows I saw And the tears on my face And the skates on the pond They spell Alice […]

Allen Ginsberg “America”

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till I’m in my […]

Myself

Listen. I’m going to try one more time. I don’t promise anything will come of it, or that I won’t try to put it off for as long as possible, or that in the meantime I may not have to do something sensible first, like find Viv for instance. I don’t promise that the deep […]

Intimacy

“No,” he said, and then it no longer mattered, what he knew, tasting the salt of her mouth where tears had dried. There was a strength that ran in her, something he’d known in Night City and held there, been held by it, held for a while away from time and death, from the relentless […]

John Crowley’s Daemonomania

When the world ends, it ends somewhat differently for each soul then alive to see it; the end doesn’t come all at once but passes and repasses over the world like the shivers that pass over a horse’s skin. The coming of the end might at first lift and shake just one county, one neighborhood, […]

Now reading/just read

Charless Stross Saturn’s Children Thomas Pynchon Inherent Vice Gustavo Nielsen Auschwitz Albert Sanchez Pinol Chlodny dotyk/La pell freda & Pandora w Kongu/Pandora al Congo Rudy Rucker Hylozoic