Category Archives: Magic

Really want to re-record this. Lyrics, forward and back, from As You Like It: I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you came, for look here what I found on a palm tree; I was never so berhymed since Pythagoras’ time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly […]

epistemic black markets; algorithmic governance; psychedelics; the future

Lately I’ve been reading the work of Sun-Ha Hong, a scholar whose work “examines how new media and its data become invested with ideals of precision, objectivity and truth – especially through aesthetic, speculative, and otherwise apparently non-rational means.”  That bio statement is taken from his website: sunhahong.wordpress.com. He writes about the future as a […]

come back trish keenan

I’ll show you for example / a situation that’s like winter / and I’m not complaining about night time / it’s harder in the morning / my room’s too small for parties / too spacious when you’re lonely / so books can make us friends / that’s as long as we are reading /  turn […]

solsticez

Tomorrow I return to New York to visit family and for this, “Uncomputable”, by Alexander Galloway and Taeyoon Choi. Held at the School for Poetic Computation. I like Galloway’s thoughts about data: // Data comes from the Latin dare, meaning to give. But it’s the form that’s most interesting. First of all, it’s in the neuter plural, so […]

Sights and sounds a little mystical, Sensoria, tactile apparatuses for the brain. If the verses for the second aren’t proof of a psychedelic protocol in literature — see the second paragraph  — I don’t know what is. “Only a palace with interior doors / well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors / two windows let free […]

mood antipodes

  Polar ends of a strange and specific but very familiar (to me) emotional spectrum.

fiction excerpt

I have a short story coming out through Holum Press pretty soon. Here’s a bit from another one I’m working on — I guess at this  point it’s more of a character sketch. A real plot’s about to happen … *** When Rose was a little girl, she’d lock the door to her bedroom whenever […]