Personal tarot: The Chariot / Bee Cluster / Praesepe
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.
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”…
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 ...
Piece I did for Hariri & Hariri’s collaboration with Swarovski, PARAMETRIC:
The Ogboni Society was formed centuries before the European explorers came in contact with Diamankor. Speculatively the institution was established in the mid 9th century. This was the era of the Aiwughobasinins, the Mountain Lords who ruled the island at the time. The Ogboni Society emerged from a system of checks and balances to safeguard against any one ruler gaining too much power. In ...
“The world as we see it is passing…” Ines 12:45 p.m., Tuesday Ines sits on her desk, lavishly sexy, trying to seduce me into writing this article. There is really no point to this— I’m grateful enough to have made it past the reception at Quasar, I need the work badly. Ines and I had been classmates through college, when the real world happened, she catapulted into magazine ...
Futurezoo reel...
Mayasura,
famed demon architect
dispenses advice
to the inquiring
designer:
Luxury is something
cultivated internally,
user experience
is of utmost priority
imagine design
as a sense
envelope
Vespertines
spire into dark street
jungle vine
this is not the ground
I stand on:
Lord Shadow
haunts the vicinity
Sorry to unnerve you
I wasn’t unnerved
just startled
not expecting you—
Alas, no one does
or wants to.
Broad misconceptions
I’d like to change,
What can I do for you?
I was hoping you’d ask.
I’m in the market
for a little ‘spin’:
For starters, it ...
a wildcard haunting back doors of glitter instance, sybarite exit (and what passes for excitement these days...)
Fascinated by Eve, they pursue her.
She laughs at their witlessness... and blindness.
Within reach of their clutches, she morphs into a tree—
Then throws mist into their eyes...