• Commonplace Book – 2025

    “People were nice if you found the right ones. The trouble was there were so many of the wrong ones.”

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    Commonplace Book – 2025

  • We Might Be Hollow, But We’re Brave

    “Virgin,” meanwhile, is a work of difficulty, and about being difficult.

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    We Might Be Hollow, But We’re Brave

  • Time in the Encampments

    What I mean is this: it always takes longer than you have scheduled for, if you are coming from the outside in.

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    Time in the Encampments

  • Lowell Buried

    What a garbage year it’s been! Shockingly (at least to me, given how endless and abbreviated it has managed to feel all at once), we’re already well past the halfway point.

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    Lowell Buried

  • August, 2024

    Claiming I’m “still alive” would feel like an overstatement, but my being living or dead doesn’t have anything to do with why I haven’t posted here in a while.

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    August, 2024

  • Through My Most Grievous Fault

    [This is a first draft, with intentions to be cleaned up for submissions.] You’ve been dreading having to work on anything in the server room since you landed this gig. You could feel the anxiety rising behind your sternum, already heightened from all the feigned-knowing nods and deflective smiles you’d been pulling throughout the day, when The Deacon first brought you down to see it during your interview. When he asked if you were familiar with the Ecumenical Language that the blinking mass of donated PCs and network switches were…

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    Through My Most Grievous Fault

  • Here I Go Back Into Faceless Places

    the market hates you even more than you hate yourself Rae Armantrout, “Hate”

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    Here I Go Back Into Faceless Places

  • October 2023

    Hauntology and Weird are two iterations of the same problematic – that of crisis-blasted modernity showing its contradictory face, utterly new and traced with remnants, chaotic and nihilist and stained with human rebukes… Since the 1970s their ‘separateness’ has become dominant, not because there is a ‘drive to separate’, but as a corollary of the oscillating efficacy of as-simon-pure-as-possible Weird and/or hauntology, for thinking our fraught and oppositional history since the end of Keynesianism, that great Cthulhu-swat and ghostbuster. China Mieville, M.R. James and the Quantum Vampire This passage has nothing in particular to do…

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    October 2023

  • September 2023

    If we were not so single-minded/ about keeping our lives moving,/ and for once could do nothing,/ perhaps a huge silence/ might interrupt this sadness/ of never understanding ourselves/ and of threatening ourselves with/ death

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    September 2023

  • August 2023

    The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone,” they sang. “Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.” The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into fall – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change. E.B. White, “Charlotte’s Web” I always find myself thinking of these lines…

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    August 2023