13 – by James Luchte
Honor and reverence for the Muses, breathe ecstatic life into my words. The centre is everywhere, chaos, a chasm, a womb – Erupting flames of necessary and tragic contingency. But, […]
Honor and reverence for the Muses, breathe ecstatic life into my words. The centre is everywhere, chaos, a chasm, a womb – Erupting flames of necessary and tragic contingency. But, […]
The present is filled with catastrophe and apocalypticism. A certain phrase has been deployed and redeployed in summarising the condition we find ourselves in: it is easier to imagine the end […]