Showing posts from October, 2011

Robert Kloss - A language piece, with the long strings of doomsday words doing the work of prophecy: How in those days we insulated the walls with hair, bones of children, farm animals dead. Entire horse carcasses often warmed the children within. Under the shadow of our aircraft a schoolyard of children become a river of tar

Ryan Call - The weather is the biggest character of them all: a lot of broken skies, miraculous clouds, killer storms, fantastical happenings; a new city that will harness the power of the weather, people who use the wind as a weapon upon the battlefield

Crispin Hellion Glover - I’m an auto-manipulator, I play with myself, I’m a masturbator, I’m so happy that I be a man, because I’ve got the whole world in my hands