Essays

That which cannot be said must be passed over in silence: thoughts on setting Thomas Bernhard to music

My introduction to the author whose work would destroy a year and a half of my life, and will most likely poison many years more, began the evening of a horrific party filled with so-called artists of the sort with which London is littered.

Virtual Commodity: Objects and Deep Pockets in Adventure Video Gaming

If one were to plot a spectrum of artistic media according to the degree to which an observer feels as though he or she is participating in the origination of the narrative, videogames would rank among the most dynamic, the most participatory.

Getting Wires Crossed / Science Fiction in Conversation

Alexandra Manglis
“While science fiction provides us with its awkward, often graceless, technologically advanced futures, we arrive, haltingly, at our past, surprised that we have actually, as a race, lived through science fiction.”

Meditations on Occupy: The Almost Here and Now of Geoffrey G. O’Brien’s People on Sunday

Sunday is re-cast from the traditional day of rest into a thinly-veiled extension of the capitalist workweek—a controlled illusion of repose so that the clock can be reset back to Monday.

Love, Sorrow and Joy: Aubade for the Irish Poetry Avant-Garde

Irish alternative and experimental poetry is much more visible a decade into the twenty-first century than it was at the century’s turn, when the debate about the status of the Irish avant-garde was being vigorously thrashed out on the pages of journals and internet forums.

Killjoy

“The joke never fails to amuse. That said, certain conditions must be met.”

The Heroic Cry in the Midst of Despair

“Their forms, colors and motifs conform to a sacred language.”

AGATHE: Saint of Sleep

“Invent the effects of some creature exceedingly desired by the mind: after spotting it once, it would absorb into its own a splendid fixity every which thought capable to come after it;”

Severance Songs

“Avant-pastoralists do not shy away from or whitewash the disunities, contradictions, deceptions, and dangers of post-industrial reality”

The Animal Imperfect: More, Wells & Miéville

“Now we realize, as we stand victorious over this subdued world, that we never ceased to move. Time’s true arrow did not die but twist; became Time’s helter-skelter. A hurricane grew, blowing a wind more fierce than we had ever known. Many remained impervious, placid in the confines of the gentle centre. But many others were flung into the violent gyre to join those strangers we despised; the world swallowed in Utopia.”