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Repost from randommyriad: Jim Jarmusch’s  movie Dead Man is a blending of surreal scenes, beautifully understated acting, and the haunting music of Neil Young’s solo guitar, and it tells the story of William Blake, an accountant from Ohio, who comes to the edge of the American wilderness and ends up moving through a world that is completely alien to […]

I spy with my little i, aye!

the birth of new brave world(s)

extraordinaire – 

the Fictions of Clifford Duffy


When                    w o r d s                            affect                          w o r l d s

every little thing


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Take many doses of da da da da Duffy

…  every day …. any way … he is the word doctor

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he was


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via Pirates and Revolutionaries


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reCall to poetry




I am not going to give away all the secrets, am I?



AfriKa speaks:

Badilisha Poetry X-Change is both an online audio archive and Pan-African poetry show delivered in radio format. Now the largest online collective of African poets on the planet, Badilisha has showcased and archived over 350 Pan-African poets from 24 different countries. It reflects the myriad of rhythms and rhymes, voices, perspectives and aspirations from all corners of the globe.


Religion is a beautiful multimedia poem
by Grayson Perry

“God is dead and man has no need of the myths and false consolation that religion offers. That’s the battle-cry of Richard Dawkins and other tough-minded critics of religion. And yet millions cling to their faith, finding value and meaning in the concepts and rituals they adhere to. But is this dichotomy all we have to choose from — prostration or denigration? Some would argue that there’s another way, that it’s possible to remain an atheist and still make use of certain ideas and practices of religion that secular society has failed to engender — the promotion of morality and a spirit of community, for example, and the ability to cope with loss, failure and our own mortality. But is this “religion for atheists” something that would ever catch on? Without belief in the numinous and some form of authority wouldn’t it all fall apart?” – Grayson Perry

Arthur Kroker is Canada Research Chair in Technology, Culture, and Theory and professor of political science at the University of Victoria, British Columbia. He is the author or editor of many books, including The Will to Technology and the Culture of Nihilism: Heidegger, Nietzsche, and Marx. With Marilouise Kroker, he edits the acclaimed online scholarly review

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By Nicky Beer

The Octopus:

It must be a dull world, indeed,
where everything appears
to be a version or extrapolation
of you.
The birds are you.
The springtime is you.
Snails, hurricanes, saddles, elevators—
everything becomes
I, with a shift
of my skin, divest my self
to become the rock
that shadows it.
Think of when
your reading eyes momentarily drift,
and in that instant
you see the maddening swarm of alien ciphers submerged within the text
gone before you can focus.
That’s me.
Or your dozing revelation
on the subway that you are
slowly being
digested. Me again.
I am the fever dream
in which you see your loved ones
as executioners. I am also their axe.
Friend, while you’re exhausting
the end of a day
with your sad approximations,
I’m a mile deep
in the earth, vamping
my most flawless impression
of the abyss
to the wild applause of eels.

SOURCE: The Poetry Foundation

Science & Technology

That unknown bodiless entities employ
Our brains at night as virtual reality theaters
Seems, if not beyond question, utter
Rubbish of the sort we’d say is amply

Proved in evidentiary terms.
The chief thing is: it’s safe. The volts and amps
Are all to code. The wiring diagrams
Will show, that during active REM sleep, motor

Nerves are disengaged, The bloody thrash
Is not enacted bodily in bed.
Otherwise, sheet-wound like feuding Bedouins
We’d wake to mayhem in the Marriage. Sheesh,

What a- say, are you awake? For pity’s
Sake, Sweetheart, tell me, what “entities”?

Richard Kenney