Monthly Archives February 2008

A Hundred Years of Solitude

W tym punkcie, niecierpliwie pragnąc poznać swoje własne pochodzenie, przerzucił kartki. Wtedy zerwał się wiatr, ciepły i pełen głosów przeszłości, szeptów dawnych pelargonii i westchnień, rozczarowań daw­niejszych niż najbardziej uparte tęsknoty. Nie zauważył, bo w tej chwili odkrywał pierwsze zalążki swojego istnienia we frywolnym dziadku lekkomyślnie wędrującym przez złudną pustynię w poszukiwaniu pięknej kobiety, której […]

Disabled landscape

A poem by John Balance from the obscure book about the Virgin Prunes from the mid-late 1980s titled VIRGIN PRUNES Faculties of a Broken Heart by Rolf Vasellari. “Disabled Landscape” From the spires of an old grey tree Swings a burial at sea Her white limbs spilling Out chains of flowers,golden Heavy with bees These […]

The Seven Preconditions for Violent Revolution

1. Soaring then crashing standards of living 2. Rising class war/disillusionment 3. A generation of abandoned intellectuals 4. Incompetent government 5. Failure of leadership 6. Fiscal Irresponsibility 7. Inept and inconsistent use of force after Warren Ellis

The Cultural Terrorist Manifesto

A terrorist who hijacks an airplane or plants a bomb in a crowded shopping centre apparently doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as he achieves his aim. That innocent people are turned into bloody corpses or maimed for life is not his concern. The cultural terrorist is no different. The cultural terrorist, an assassin […]

The Road

He walked back into the woods and knelt beside his father. He was wrapped in a blanket as the man had promised and the boy didn’t uncover him but he sat beside him and he was crying and he couldn’t stop. He cried for a long time. I’ll talk to you every day, he whispered. […]

He came in steep,

. . . fueled by self-loathing. When the Kuang program met the first of the defenders, scattering the leaves of light, he felt the shark thing lose a degree of substantiality, the fabric of information loosening. And then – old alchemy of the brain and its vast pharmacy – his hate flowed into his hands. […]


Percy Bysshe Shelley – (1816) We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! – yet soon Night closes round; and they are lost for ever; Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail […]

Fragments of a Hologram Rose

The inducer’s light is burning now. Parker lies in darkness, recalling the tousand fragments of the hologram rose. A hologram that has this quality: Recovered and illuminated, each fragment will reveal the whole image of the rose. Falling toward delta, he sees himself the rose, each of his scattered fragments revealing a whole he’ll never […]

Batwings (A Limnal Hymn)

(The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt and there is no shame) A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen A night-piece […]

Identity crash

identity crash – Sudden and catastrophic collapse of an individual’s ability to keep all the threads of his or her online identity straight when the individual joins one too many social networks. I was ok keeping up with Facebook, Flickr, and Myspace, but after throwing lawlink,, and Orkut into the mix, I had a […]

The Sea Priestess

On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway They’ve been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood There’s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by “Do not lose sight of the sea. Do […]

Traveler’s epitaph

“I can’t say I know much, but I’ve loved, maybe too much; maybe from love I’ll get my death. I’ve seen Madagascar and walked the frozen sea. I have no trade, make nothing but pretty things which fail against the seriousness of rice. I’m not well or wise; I fear death; but I’ve never failed […]


stasis – ex-stasis – ecstasy

Zeroville 2

“The thing is, that movie last night is a completely different movie when you watch it by yourself. Why is that? Movies are supposed to be watched with other people, aren’t they? Isn’t that part of the point of movies – you know, one of those social ritual things, with everyone watching? It never occurred […]

A Scanner Darkly

Within something’s very eyes; within the sight of some thing. Which, unlike little dark-eyed Donna, does not ever blink. What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use […]

The Kingdom

“We will kill them all.” Chilling.


“You know, vicar,” Viking Man says, tossing away his half-devoured cigar, “for some reason I feel like maybe you and you alone would understand this, but God loves two things and that’s the Movies and the Bomb. Of all the monuments we’ve made to God over the last five thousand years, have there been any […]

Jean-Luc Nancy

One day, the gods retreated. On their own, they retreated from their divinity, that is to say, from their presence. What remains of their presence is what remains of all presence when it absents itself: what remains is what one can say about it. What can be said about it is what remains when one […]


On a crystal May morning, after everyone else seemed to have departed, he and Julie sat opposite each other at the scarred kitchen table, ready to go: between them now stood a tall glass of water and, in a saucer, two blue-stained cubes of sugar which their upstairs neighbor-gentle-eyed, hirsute-had acquired for them, tickets to […]

„Hengist wzywa mężczyzn (A.D. 499)” – Jorge Luis Borges

Hengist wzywa mężczyzn. Pospieszą z piaszczystych rubieży ginących w bezkresie mórz, z zadymionych chat, z jałowych ziem, z głębi wilczych borów, gdzie w niewiadomych ostępach mieszka zło. Oracze porzucą pługi, a rybacy sieci. Porzucą swe żony i swe dzieci, bowiem mężczyzna wie, że w jakimkolwiek miejscu nocy znajdzie nowe kobiety, spłodzi nowych synów. Hengist najemnik […]


Later, I realized that all true happiness requires darkness: this is so with cinema, perhaps with sex and – if faith makes sense – with death. Jose Carlos Somoza, from La ventana pintada

We want to stand upon our own feet and look fair and square at the world — its good facts, its bad facts, its beauties, and its ugliness; see the world as it is and be not afraid of it. Conquer the world by intelligence and not merely by being slavishly subdued by the terror […]

Make it personal

The personal, as every one’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here — it is slow and cold, and it is […]