In recent years, the boom of audiobooks, podcasts, Kindles, and other paperless reading practices has reached new heights. Given their rapid increase in popularity, I wanted to look at how these new modes of reading might be changing – and perhaps quietly eroding – our literary habits. We might begin by asking the question: what […]

It gets bad when you stop using the thing solely for its intended purpose and start using the thing as a default, a way to pass the time when nothing else is happening. That’s how addiction works. I think it’s most noticeable with the social internet, nowadays anyway. There’s nothing to do and everything’s boring […]

i am the consummate traveller. i go to dark places, seedy undergrounds, the ends of the earth that mothers warn their timid children about. without a shiver or a bucked knee, i march forth, confidently, through shadows. i have looked the devil in the eye and found him unable to hold my gaze. willingly and […]

The Return of Artaud Le Mômo The anchored spirit, screwed into me by the psycho- lubricious thrust of the sky is the one who thinks every temptation, every desire, every inhibition. o dedi o dada orzoura o dou zoura a dada skizi o kaya o kaya pontoura o ponoura a pena poni It’s the penetral […]

When I was little, I bought lots of things – tat, as dad described it. Inexpensive, transient goods that I would beg for, play with for a few weeks, and invariably discard. I was addicted to buying things; plastic, hard things I could hold in my hand and take home with me. To my younger […]

This is an essay I wrote for volume 245 of “Down in The Dirt”, a monthly magazine from ScarsTV publications. A link to the online upload of the essay is here: https://w.scars.tv/cgi-bin/works_e.pl?/home/users/web/b929/us.scars/perl/text-writings/g14827.txt The magazine is available for purchase through amazon (a link to the current issue is here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GWRCZXW9), and volume…

Years after the fact, he couldn’t quite remember the order of events as he recounted that special day to his friend on the porch. ‘The doorbell rang, or maybe the telephone? Or… no, there was a knock at the door. I remember it clearly now. Yes, a knock at the door and I got up […]

this is the first in my firstframe visual poetry series. you’ll be able to tell by the incongruent naming convention that i’ll be establishing. in the future, this might become a subscriber-only kind of thing. thanks for reading! luca

We went down the steps to his basement and that was where Tom showed me the machine. He said he’d been feeding it Shakespeare, buying up all the charity-shop paperbacks and tossing them in the front hatch. Looked a bit like a pizza oven, but plated in chrome and with a faint whirring sound you […]

In recent years, the boom of audiobooks, podcasts, Kindles, and other paperless reading practices has reached new heights. Given their rapid increase in popularity, I wanted to look at how these new modes of reading might be changing – and perhaps quietly eroding – our literary habits. We might begin by asking the question: what […]

It gets bad when you stop using the thing solely for its intended purpose and start using the thing as a default, a way to pass the time when nothing else is happening. That’s how addiction works. I think it’s most noticeable with the social internet, nowadays anyway. There’s nothing to do and everything’s boring […]

The Return of Artaud Le Mômo The anchored spirit, screwed into me by the psycho- lubricious thrust of the sky is the one who thinks every temptation, every desire, every inhibition. o dedi o dada orzoura o dou zoura a dada skizi o kaya o kaya pontoura o ponoura a pena poni It’s the penetral […]

i am the consummate traveller. i go to dark places, seedy undergrounds, the ends of the earth that mothers warn their timid children about. without a shiver or a bucked knee, i march forth, confidently, through shadows. i have looked the devil in the eye and found him unable to hold my gaze. willingly and […]

When I was little, I bought lots of things – tat, as dad described it. Inexpensive, transient goods that I would beg for, play with for a few weeks, and invariably discard. I was addicted to buying things; plastic, hard things I could hold in my hand and take home with me. To my younger […]

This is an essay I wrote for volume 245 of “Down in The Dirt”, a monthly magazine from ScarsTV publications. A link to the online upload of the essay is here: https://w.scars.tv/cgi-bin/works_e.pl?/home/users/web/b929/us.scars/perl/text-writings/g14827.txt The magazine is available for purchase through amazon (a link to the current issue is here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GWRCZXW9), and volume…

this is the first in my firstframe visual poetry series. you’ll be able to tell by the incongruent naming convention that i’ll be establishing. in the future, this might become a subscriber-only kind of thing. thanks for reading! luca

Years after the fact, he couldn’t quite remember the order of events as he recounted that special day to his friend on the porch. ‘The doorbell rang, or maybe the telephone? Or… no, there was a knock at the door. I remember it clearly now. Yes, a knock at the door and I got up […]

We went down the steps to his basement and that was where Tom showed me the machine. He said he’d been feeding it Shakespeare, buying up all the charity-shop paperbacks and tossing them in the front hatch. Looked a bit like a pizza oven, but plated in chrome and with a faint whirring sound you […]

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Years after the fact, he couldn’t quite remember the order of events as he recounted that special day to his friend on the porch.

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