It is a shame to hear of Jean-Luc Nancy's passing. I cannot claim to be deeply familiar with his work, but I often enjoyed reading the occasional interview or article by him. What's more, as someone who had an earlier interest in Blanchot and Bataille, I naturally had an interest in the discussions on the … Continue reading Thoughts Out to Jean-Luc Nancy
Miscellaneous
Radical Thoughts: Interview with Andrew Milner
I recently had the opportunity to interview Andrew Milner, a literary critic and social theorist, on the legacy of Raymond Williams and the tradition of cultural materialism. This is the first bonus episode of the podcast, and in the future we're planning on making interview episodes Patreon exclusive (once we get our Patreon set up … Continue reading Radical Thoughts: Interview with Andrew Milner
New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
I’m excited to share that I’ve had three poems - “Tenant,” “The Base From Which I Have Grown,” and “A Moment Before the Second Big Bang” - published by the excellent Unlikely Stories Mark V website. You can read them here, and check out the other excellent writing, art, and creative output on their website. … Continue reading New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
I’m excited to share that I’ve had three poems - “Tenant,” “The Base From Which I Have Grown,” and “A Moment Before the Second Big Bang” - published by the excellent Unlikely Stories Mark V website. You can read them here, and check out the other excellent writing, art, and creative output on their website. … Continue reading New Published Poems in Unlikely Stories
Collaboration with Art of Dirt: “Dance Like Nobody is Pulling Your Strings” (Aesthetic Unconscious ep 1)
I recently had the pleasure of being asked to provide a commentary for the art of my friend who created under the pseudonym Art of Dirt. You can watch the video on YouTube (attached below) and follow their creations on other social media: http://www.instagram.com/art.o.dirt http://www.facebook.com/art.o.dirt http://www.redbubble.com/people/artofdirt https://youtu.be/u_htn7P89YM
Friendship – A Poem
When I was thirteen I resolved myself to become an alcoholic And with trembling fingers snatched glass bottles From the high-up cabinet after school. My stomach, I remember, turned Nervously, as though I had already been drinking. But the taste of air above the rim was enough To get me sick. Even now My lips … Continue reading Friendship – A Poem
Mental Health Awareness Month, Repost: “Notes Of a Dirty Young Man”
As part of mental health awareness month I wanted to repost this piece that I originally wrote several years ago while I was in a state of particularly bad depression. I wrote an addendum, then later deleted it, some time afterwards because I didn’t want someone to read it without understanding the context in which … Continue reading Mental Health Awareness Month, Repost: “Notes Of a Dirty Young Man”
Acid Communism as Demand
Since the publication of Mark Fisher's collected writings in the K-Punk compendium, there has been some discussion over the last piece in the collection - his incomplete introduction to the unwritten book Acid Communism. While some have found the piece inspiring in its attempt to push beyond Capitalist Realism, some have found it to be … Continue reading Acid Communism as Demand
The Biography, The Accounting of Life, Will Come – (Blanchot, Judgement, the Question of Political Redemption)
"Proletarian revolutions criticize themselves constantly, interrupt themselves continually in their own course, come back to the apparently accomplished in order to begin it afresh, deride with unmerciful thoroughness the inadequacies, weaknesses and paltryness of their first attempts, seem to throw down their adversary only that he may draw new strength from the earth and rise … Continue reading The Biography, The Accounting of Life, Will Come – (Blanchot, Judgement, the Question of Political Redemption)
In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem
Twenty-four years come midnight. Reflecting on some forty that left the day before, across the world. God knows, One would hope. Vapid, televised, white paint running. It once mattered to, with a drop of sadness, believe in nothing. What nostalgia for weeping in these times of concrete slabs that crush us bearing selfish, despairing grins. Engraved manifestos. … Continue reading In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem