Babel by R. F. Kuang
a cracking idea, a knife-edge epilogue but too much brilliance and not enough sex
a cracking idea, a knife-edge epilogue but too much brilliance and not enough sex
on blogging, on genocide, on the dangers of forgiveness
notes on a brief bought of heady influenza
the best part was when i spent a full day as an unpaid boom mic operator
one more video of me playing by (not with) myself on my recent birthday
stream of consciousness response to reading an illustrated short story
live noise play from my recent birthday using 3d-printed instruments
reading too much SF cuz im on a psychological downswing that wont end unless/until i change the material conditions of my life which i am trying to do
watch me make a expresso in a lay-by – with lovely crema!
i am older than christ and i understand why he consented to be crucified
i read a fun picaresque novel but remembered how much i hate my name
40 mins of talk and shots of rainy northern spain
an occasional series
an occasional series
an excellent (maybe?) novel about an abusive relationship
an occasional series
ten years ago i started a blog instead of killing myself
an extensive discussion re the weighty themes raised by this book
i suppose this book is excellent?
an occasional series of improvised noise performances
terrified i may look like i dont know how to drive
med free and hating life lol 😜
an occasional series
another nice book review descends into dissociated left-wing raving
for 2023, a new occasional series
hope is a discipline, and I am undisciplined
that wasn’t very good for me
breathtaking book on death
an excellent book
redacted text from septy ’17
objectively brilliant, yes, but not not not so good for me?
“People eat what they can. They love what can love them back.”
powerful, direct, dignified poems
excellent poetry & performance piece
some old vids of *your* favourite mentally ill poet-blogger
you been doing all this dope [blogging] / You ain’t had a chance to show ’em what time it is
a gorgeous chapbook kicks off POETRY MONTH
exclusive look at a new poetry film by scott manley hadley!
a novella as boring as my life rn then a novella that’s good
i continue having a terrible time
the limits + importance of language (cw: suicide ideation)
a “lost masterpiece” that deserved to be forgotten
reading more earthsea, hating everything else
a very american-feeling memoir about being rich and successful and a literal god?
a bland book for my bland life
Recorded mid-January, SOLID BALD presents a hot synth pop rock tune yet again about their favourite dog!
is the conscious or the subconscious mind the most potent agent in our lives
read some terrible books that failed to distract me from anything
re-reading Joan Didion for the first time in my life
sleazy, sexy, postmodern novel