Per/sonals
wind’s fing
ers piqued
from pen
-umbra to p
ink blot
lips limn
a Munch-like
cut of wood
n’t you like
to k
now now n
ow
New poetry by Greg Nissan.
Mark Fisher, Neoliberalism and The Hall of Mirrors
In his book Ghosts Of My Life he eloquently reframed the work of artists such as Joy Division and Burial to try and understand (and to an extent lament) the lost futures portrayed their work. Neoliberal policies deny the realisation of alternative futures, instead forcing a recreation of past moments until they become stultifying.
Guy Mankowski on the polemical message of the late Mark Fisher.
The Oddity
Circe climbed on top of me and just dragged the point of the knife over my body. Sometimes she would stop and balance it on point on my skin, but never with enough pressure to cut me. I felt her press the flat of the blade against my face, against my arms, my legs. Then my balls. Fucking hell you don’t know fear until you’re tied up by some crazy Serbian woman who has a damn 9″ Bowie knife up against your balls.
Chapter 12 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.