January 21, 2018 · Engineering
When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the towered-up cities Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster. Roots will not pierce the heaps for […]
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January 20, 2018 · Resistance
The streets swelled with bodies and noise and raw electric fury, not the manufactured kind you get from some corporate sponsored spectacle, but the genuine article, the kind that rises from the gut when people realize silence is complicity. San Francisco, Market Street, and the air itself seemed charged with purpose, thick with the understanding […]
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January 15, 2018 · Engineering
The Garden Isle. Land of chickens running wild through parking lots, where the roosters crow at three a.m. like they’re announcing the apocalypse, and the trade winds smell of plumeria and possibility. The Mysians. Three lines remain. “Hail, Caïcus and ye streams of Mysia!” That’s the opening. The hook. The ancient Greek equivalent of “Once […]
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January 12, 2018 · Industries
Rashaun Mitchell and Silas Riener’s Desire Lines: Retrofit If ever again we happened to lose our balance, just when sleepwalking through the same dream on the brink of hell’s valley, if ever the magical mare (whom I ride through the night air hollowed out into caverns and caves where wild animals live) in a crazy […]
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January 1, 2018 · Wanderlust
Stories: Hawaiian Automobiles (all crashed) on the island of Kauai Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did. Ray Bradbury, The Art of Fiction No. 203, The Paris Review, #192, Spring 2010
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December 29, 2017 · Wanderlust
Stories: the Wanderlust of Kauai Chickens… We all like chicken Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X They’re everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Like a feathered occupying army that won the war and now they’re just rubbing it in. Parking lots. Golf courses. The tarmac at the goddamn airport. These aren’t your industrialized, factory-farmed abominations […]
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December 20, 2017 · Wanderlust
There are no mistakes only happy accidents Bob Ross What we’ve got here is the absolute American catastrophe rendered in one perfect frozen moment, a car smashed against railroad tracks like some kind of sculptural fuck you to manifest destiny itself. And there, in the foreground, is Sharka, the Portuguese Water Dog who clearly gives […]
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