Tag Archives: surreal

Visionary cinema

At the dawn of cinema these two tendencies were already evident in the split between the brothers Lumiere and George Melies, for whereas the former concerned themselves with realist spectacles such as the arrival of a train at a station or people sitting around playing cards, Melies invented the special effect as a tool by […]

With Obama election comes the return of the vampire

[From The San Diego Union-Tribune — With Obama election comes the return of the vampire]


New (and last) novel by Robert Bolaño – VERY mind-blowing.


Recencja w Technopolis/Polityka

Blue Ink

It’s harder than you thought, walking from the battle at the end of time and down a street that reeks of entropy and fire and spilled lives. Your eyes aren’t dry. Neither is the alien sky. (more)

From Masocriticism by Paul Mann

Zone Apocalyptic cults and youth gangs, colleges and phalansteries, espionage networks trading in vaporous facts and networks of home shoppers for illicit goods; monastic, penological, mutant-biomorphic, and anarcho-terrorist cells; renegade churches, garage bands, dwarf communities, norisk survivalist enclaves, unfunded quasiscientific research units, paranoid think tanks, unregistered political parties, subemployed workers’ councils, endo-exile colonies, glossolaliac fan […]

The Dreamer Is Still Asleep

May I ask you all for silence The dreamer is still asleep May the goddess keep us from single vision And you too sleep The dreamer is still asleep The dreamer is still asleep He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields Working out the means of escape We’ll cut across the crop circles He says […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]