I wonder sometimes about what to do with myself after I die.  Or maybe not myself. I think I mean what to do with body after I die, because maybe myself will be off somewhere else at that point. (Fingers crossed.) But there will still be this BODY just hanging out there, in the place where I was when I died. Someone will stumble upon it, or someone will already be sitting there next to it watching me leave? There will be a body. For a while, too—the body takes a while to go away. So you have to do something with it. And you get to decide! You get to tell the people around you what to do w ..read more

We’re on the right side of things, or perhaps the wrong. We’ve got a lot of great ways in which to be right or wrong, and we’re often able to go ahead and make those ways public to you and then also to yours. How are yours, by the way? We feel pretty clear about you, but yours remain a mystery to us. We should maybe connect with them a little more. Maybe a call? Maybe an email? Maybe we could go over to their houses. Probably not that last one. Probably we shouldn’t go out to the houses of yours because we aren’t really sure if yours have been staying home and staying safe and staying away ..read more

Art Poem I was invested in a life of destruction I was sending a message to the abyss It was like all of the birds screaming at the cold It was like everyone thinking about death at the same time I am feeling amiss Supposedly due to how the planets are arranged It is like a map of daffodils Some words are coming out of my mouth Like a planet nobody asked for Wanting to figure into your astrology It is like eating the same meal for sixteen years It is like disappointing people through art Love Poem I am secretly wonderful like a lost letter or a black pie I am tired of being a lot It is lik ..read more

I distinctly remember when I discovered the rapper Teejayx6. I associate the rapper Teejayx6 with the period of my life that I first discovered him. With what I’d been on during that period. It was 1.5 years ago and I’d just pulled up to NYC. To Harlem. Had emptied out the bank account for first last security. Recklessly. Banking on being able to start scrapping, stacking, the minute I pulled up.  I remember listening to that shit pulling up to the first job I got, as motivation. Sparking a string of gigs over a month, August 2019, in which I’d make the same amount of money I made the en ..read more

What follows is a list of all the books I read in 2020. (What follows that is a series of statistics regarding this list, and some other things.) The Free-Lance Pallbearers (1967) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 2–5) Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down (1969) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 6–8) Mumbo Jumbo (1972) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 9–14) Chattanooga (1973) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 15–16) The Last Days of Louisiana Red (1974) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 20–22) Flight to Canada (1976) by Ishmael Reed (Jan. 23–25) Imaginary Museums (2020) by Nicolette Polek (Jan. 26–27) The Novelist  ..read more

??????: ??? ?????????? ??? ????????? ???? ????? ?? ? ????. ??? ???????? ??? ??????????. ????’? ??????? ??? ??? ?????? ??????? ??. Below you will find a small archival selection I have recovered from a network of unknown terminals linked to the materials preserved within the [REDACTED]. Unfortunately some of these files have become corrupted in the process, but their unusual static can still provide an aesthetically fascinating experience. This small spread incorporates “An Excerpt from ‘A Vampyre’s Manuscript; Vol. III’“, the uncovered poem “annihilation beings“, “Schematic No. 39“, and a poe ..read more

Art Poem I was invested in a life of destruction I was sending a message to the abyss It was like all of the birds screaming at the cold It was like everyone thinking about death at the same time I am feeling amiss Supposedly due to how the planets are arranged It is like a map of daffodils Some words are coming out of my mouth Like a planet nobody asked for Wanting to figure into your astrology It is like eating the same meal for sixteen years It is like disappointing people through art Love Poem I am secretly wonderful like a lost letter or a black pie I am tired of being a lot It is lik ..read more

Lars Iyer emerged in the early 2000s as a leading scholar on the work of Maurice Blanchot, publishing Blanchot’s Communism (2004) and Blanchot’s Vigilance: Literature, Phenomenology and the Ethical (2005). In 2003, he began performing creative writing experiments at his blog, posting fragments of fictional narrative influenced by his work in philosophy. The result of these experiments was the Spurious Trilogy (Spurious, 2011; Dogma, 2012; and Exodus, 2013), a series of short, episodic, and brilliantly funny novels about two gin-loving UK philosophy professo ..read more

I distinctly remember when I discovered the rapper Teejayx6. I associate the rapper Teejayx6 with the period of my life that I first discovered him. With what I’d been on during that period. It was 1.5 years ago and I’d just pulled up to NYC. To Harlem. Had emptied out the bank account for first last security. Recklessly. Banking on being able to start scrapping, stacking, the minute I pulled up.  I remember listening to that shit pulling up to the first job I got, as motivation. Sparking a string of gigs over a month, August 2019, in which I’d make the same amount of money I made the en ..read more

*As, always, read gently, with contemplative pauses between each paragraph.* In this guided meditation, I will guide you into your inner crystal zone. It’s me, Dan, again. I apologize, but Charlene is still at home with her anxiety. She hopes to be back as soon as she is able. She sends you her love, as fraught as it may be right now. Charlene wanted me to remind you that it is ok for love to be tinged with anxiety. Ok. The inner crystal zone. Let’s discover our inner crystal zones. I’ve never personally been to my inner crystal zone, but I know how to get there. You must trust me. Charlene t ..read more