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Towards an Updated ‘Psychopathology of Everyday Life’, After Yann Moulier Boutang¹ (Sort of)

‘Social media acedia’ (SEE ALSO: ‘bon-anomie’). ¹’Yann Moulier Boutang-ism’ (™) being the freshly minted, as in right this second as I type, thus expanding, however infinitesimally, the existing parameters of the ‘general intellectual corpus’ (how exciting!), term for gleaming a modicum … Continue reading

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Towards a ‘Novelistic Survey’ of ‘Hipster Culture’, Provisionally Entitled ‘This is Normcore’, or ‘Notes from Underground 2.0’

I ‘Where to begin. Here? Okay, I’ll begin here’ II ‘So I’m in the café-bar, tending less-than-half-heartedly to a Brooklyn* I’d counted more coins over than I’d have liked, corner of my eye laying idle at the entrance, ostensibly scrutinising … Continue reading

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Ex. Om.

or Eschatology! the Musical, or ‘Dance Deka, Dance!’ After Jack Spicer ‘Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist / The world is everything that is the case’ –Ludwig Wittgenstein, ‘Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus’ I Ludwig Wittgenstein on packing for a holiday: … Continue reading

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An Abjection

In Paris at the fin-de-siècle, hanging out with the poètes maudits, when Baudelaire gets a round of drinx in… One dissolved sucre later a mewl skips my chest, then a rollicking growl, an almighty din, a lightning bolt, then several, … Continue reading

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In Which the Sky Inhibits the Reuptake of Serotonin, Selectively*

  Blue today, so much blue. Enough to make you want to ‘blow off’ all this writing. Put down ‘pen’, ‘paper’ and

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Om. Van. III

‘…just this. Open out onto the [prospect of the] world, allow it in turn to caress each pore. Become antennae, a humming proprioceptor in the inter-resounding flux of an all-encompassing nervous system. Thoughts, again, returning to the supporting cast of … Continue reading

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4 AM Poem with Birds

A found poem based on a text message ‘A bulb has blown in the kitchen now there’s no light in the flat. It’s nice. I like how it’s dark. The sky is dirty blue because of all the light pollution … Continue reading

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