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commodity fetishism gone right \/\/ enchantments, east village
My first favorite book was Roald Dahl’s The Witches. The children’s classic is about a precocious little boy with an even more intriguing grandmother who schools him in the ways of witch-detection. Dahl’s witches are part of a far-reaching international cartel with the solitary aim of subjecting unsuspecting children to their evil powers. They... »
the blending heat of compassion
Let me fall into the broken waves of your absence, twisted in the soft wings of your malignant ships.. as they sail in the frozen crystals that cover my eyelashes.. gently crashing. your memory, rusting the endless tunnels of my mouth.. shaping slow breaths into my dead lungs. i’ve been waiting for a taste; the death of your neglect. a wreckage of... »
behold! \/\/ j.g. thirlwell
<begin column> If you can’t tell by now, let me make it clear—my tastes in entertainment these days run a little on the adolescent side. Arnold. James Bond. Avatar. Explosions. Capers. Caped heroes. A few of the ‘90s era Spectre comics I just bought have glow-in-the-dark covers. They still work after 15 years! What’s the... »
in this house you will never die \/\/ heavenly architecture 2
In The Spirit of Terrorism, Jean Baudrillard points out that they are as willing to die as we are to live. They are terrorists. We are the consumer capitalist global order. Baudrillard sees a disturbing manifestation of a trend of consumer culture he first observed in Symbolic Exchange and Death more than thirty years before... »
salt lick \/\/ branding wounds
The German literary critic Walter Benjamin, as much an avant guardian as anyone yet mentioned in these pages, once saw the revolution in an advertisement for this salt. Bullrich’s. He tells the story in his unfinished Arcades Project, his massive collage of historical ephemera drawn from nineteenth century Parisian street life. Benjamin left his... »
the cherubs are not what they seem \/\/ heavenly architecture 1
The West, meaning Europe, was a really crappy place to live for the millennia-and-a-half (roughly) between the fall of the Romans and the Renaissance, especially when you compare the state of European life during the dark ages to the life elsewhere on the planet. Architecturally (again roughly), it was all about churches and castles. ... »
pink hearts mcqueen
a small tribute, to a talent larger than life. there is a pink spot inside each and every one of us… especially those with rusted hearts. “Hope there’s someone Who’ll take care of me When I die, will I go Hope there’s someone Who’ll set my heart free Nice to hold when I’m tired” -Antony R.I.P. Alexander McQueen »
pink kitten\/\/xoxo andy z
There once was a man named kitten. His cute name belied his usually negative disposition while his usually negative disposition belied his sincerity, friendship, and general amiability. It has been years since kitten and I last spoke, and though we will never speak again, at least not in person, kitten has left an indelible... »
shit talkin’ & busting crime
We are PROTECTED by the LAW these guys will take those suckers DOWN! Shit talkin’ always made it’s way to the top! Shit talkin’ always has it’s mouth full, and hands as well. They be talkin it up! And still……..we wonder. »
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