nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
it's getting pretty dark: a writing list:
against interpretation
the design of dissent
the gun is loaded
industrial ruins: spaces, aesthetics, and materiality
no future: queer theory and the death drive
port of saints
retaking the universe: william s. burroughs in the age of globalization
scum manifesto
the thirst for annihilation: georges bataille and virulent nihilism
the wild boys
textual relations/e-ruptions
smell is meant to be the sense most triggering of memory. but maybe time more. like seasonal - the certain quality of light at a particular time of year. and more, naps. late afternoon. in williamsburg, in a bed with my mother and sister. in melbourne, where everyone else had a schedule in the house and i didn't in the bungalow. i'd listened to music all night and morning and writ lyrics and hung the wash on the line. (who can sleep with the birds in the morning anyway?) in portland in a dorm room with a boy after class. and now here.
find a particular death and make a wonderful apology. in heart, i am a teenager.
LOOK!
arne + carlos
blur - country house
cars - hello again
platform for pedagogy
pulp - common people
sisterhood is forever
smart girls @ the party
LISTEN!
antony - child of god
antony - frankenstein
micachu
my gold mask
pashly
these are powers
wavves
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