In Central Park, a live broadcast performance of Puccini's Madam Butterfly is about to commence, but first we must deal with the radio DJ and his peculiar brand of sunstroke.
the longest night in the world
san francisco to djibouti
after-hours in beirut
apero in helsinki
(such fabulous people you meet!)
Brooklyn Bridge Park, September 19, 2010. This might have been a dream…
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…
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?” ...
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 ...
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 ...
Music video for "Voyage Voyage" by Eliane Amherd
Directed, cut, and shaped by Onome Ekeh / Futurezoo
January is the bardo you vanquished last year...
Our little sister is a beast electron of silver, she's a palace of cedar,
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.