LOVEMAD: LOVEMADFEVER>>

At some point, without warning, the tone becomes esoteric and lodged in occult knowledge. We hear of things that swarm, noisesome pestilence, the lovemad murmur of bees—Napoleon, information as warfare, Beelzebub…

Glitter

Poison The last vestiges of summer, Storm and I met for brunch and then proceeded to amble about the East Village rather aimlessly. It was pleasant and rainy. Light grey, light rain. We came across a Church on 1st Avenue. “Look!” said Storm “It’s Datura,” “It’s what?” He was pointing at a cluster of white bell-shaped flowers in the Church yard “Datura. It’s a hallucinogen. Shamanic” “Really?” ...

MACHINE FRAGMENTS: LILITH – VUE

Excerpted from Machine Fragments. Featuring: Grisha Coleman, Moira Lael MacDonald, and Jay Ward. Machine Fragments is an audio piece parsing the cultural layerings invested in what we think of as “machine” or “artificial” intelligence. Each “fragment” is a fiction spun from the perspective of a sentient machine… Commissioned by New Radio and ...

ISHTAROTH

A friend was having his birthday dinner at a tapas bar in Soho. I arrived horrifically late— they were at the coffee and dessert stage when I came in. It was my misfortune to be seated directly opposite Paul and Natasha. I had just passed a whole row of posters of Natasha on the street. Physically, her presence was even more disturbing. Thankfully Rob and Brit came round, I hadn’t seen either ...

Voyage Voyage

Music video for "Voyage Voyage" by Eliane Amherd Directed, cut, and shaped by Onome Ekeh / Futurezoo

Janus

January is the bardo you vanquished last year...

Security Breach

Our little sister is a beast electron of silver, she's a palace of cedar,

Praesepe

Personal tarot: The Chariot / Bee Cluster / Praesepe

The Birthday Party (excerpt from Language of the Chaldeans)

It is Margaret who answers the door. Her face falls immediately, I instantly recognize the extent of the sabotage— I am no longer fat—or chubby enough to enforce the hierarchy of the skinny.... But wait! All is not lost yet—I’m sure some alternative humiliation will be dispatched toute de suite to put me in my place… “These are lovely” the birthday girl scrutinizes the roses for defect.

Language of the Chaldeans (Prologue)

The memory itself taking on the strange contours of a dream— A bright shadowy November afternoon in Columbus Circle. Heading underground for the trains, I am arrested by the impulse to call—my mother? Out with the cell phone, click on address book, scan personal directory till the heading “Mom” creeps up… press “SEND”…

George,

Excerpt from Machine Fragments (http://thememorexe/machine) ‘George,’: a brief glimmer of machine sentience. written + directed by Onome Ekeh performed by David Briggswith Olivia Simonds (background vocals)music: nuages gris by franz lizst Excerpted from ‘Machine Fragments‘Commissioned by New Radio and Performing Arts (aka Ether Ore) for their Turbulence.org website ...