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ergot. innovative + experimental horror

"We are watching a slasher movie...We are young and drunk and animated by indiscriminate libidos. We are laughing at the kills. We are scrolling on our phones. We are discreetly touching each other beneath our clothes."

Today on ergot.: "Slasher" by Samantha Barrett

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Honoured to have’The Autodidacts’ included in this list by @matthewkinlin.bsky.social alongside Kevin Killian and other great contemporary writers

Of Course Gods Talk To Themselves Work In Progress: Of Course Gods Talk To Themselves

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Of Course Gods Talk To Themselves Work In Progress: Of Course Gods Talk To Themselves

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Never heard this guy before and now super excited to listen to everything

Thomas Kendall at Black Spring Books, Brooklyn reading from “How I Killed the Universal Man.” @whiskeytit.com

Thank you so much!

met with fresh joy in a field mostly hay yellow but with one lone patch of green this toddler ranges towards. Vincent feels as if he is watching a VHS home movie. As if a ready made aura, an aesthetic of nostalgia, had already intervened on behalf of intimacy to spare its exposure

a wasted pace, limbs hampered by a lack of control but still approaching the velocity of abandon.

Vincent follows the cut-string run of the toddler as they tilt towards the afternoon light, a golden bodied expression of life experiencing itself, a world and a mind unfolding upon a mind and a world,

The child is ready to try again. Vincent refocuses. This time the toddler is up and gearing to run, elbows chicken-winged and rubbing against the kindling of their body, feet paddling on the spot, gleeful for speed, and then they are off in an elastic explosion, a frustrated will,

I could beat up a million babies. Vincent almost laughs at the idea, sees himself rampaging through an American football field full of infants with absurdly large shoulder pads.

He wishes everything was tone and resonance and description a total conceptual impossibility. Like colours and shapes. Then he wouldn’t have to pretend reality was communicable

Like the body was a restraint required to experience the materiality of space and space was like ‘oh fuck your body.’ Or like the body was to life what a bed sheet with cutout holes for eyes and animated by some mournful desire for attention was to the idea of death.

The rain arrives, reducing everything to shape and colour. The windscreen fogging like a cataract though the effects are far more malevolent than anything those dainty handed impressionists thought to so sentimentally beautify.

She’s aware this is not a new thought but it feels generically true even if, like, equal rights for parasites?

This organism, the intelligent rage of life, assembling itself without the ecstasy of conception. A pure mutant born of loveless turmoil. If the world did have a consciousness humans would basically be parasites, Joy thinks.

The lightning establishing a global nervous system, joining the sky and the sea and the earth to a rolling, dissociative, voice trying to articulate the indifferent rage of a body coming into disciplined existence.

She looks out at the sea and watches as the lightning does something sublimely terrifying to the world. Rendering the world an organ, turning the sky internal, and revealing its subordination.

The vape tastes like the holy spirit dipped in sugar

this one completely wrecked my head for some reason, sorry for the delay bsky.app/profile/did:...

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I'm starting a new series on my podcast SFULTRA (www.patreon.com/SFULTRA) covering my first time reading through the work of William S. Burroughs. It's called Right Where You Are Sitting Now. I made this trailer for it. I'll be keeping this thread updated with each new episode.

Yes! I am 59,000 non consecutive words in and about half done? (5 novellas about self immolation) But I’m slow so it’s maybe years away …

‘In essence, the world can’t be programmed only intuited eg. experienced. Chat GPT et al. actually feels regressive to me in a lot of ways, though I suppose it’s typical of our culture that advanced forms of aggregation are being treated as progress.’

New interview up at 3am magazine! Thanks to @chris88.bsky.social for this! www.3ammagazine.com/3am/killing-...

The Autodidacts, by Thomas Kendall I’d like to say I don’t hate a ton of things in life, other than the obvious like my appearance, my income, my family and my genitals. Other than that, I’m full of love. BUT I have to admit I saw a r...

Really lovely review of The Autodidacts up at TriYou:
‘I can say with zero exaggeration that this book made my life better…. And yes, I do think this book can be compared to Joyce or Wolf. It also suggested Don DeLillo.

triyou.com/f/the-autodi...

A note I put in the margins on page 250, “This is like if A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man was written in the times of Sonic Youth and Pavement.”

The Autodidacts, by Thomas Kendall I’d like to say I don’t hate a ton of things in life, other than the obvious like my appearance, my income, my family and my genitals. Other than that, I’m full of love. BUT I have to admit I saw a r...

Really lovely review of The Autodidacts up at TriYou:
‘I can say with zero exaggeration that this book made my life better…. And yes, I do think this book can be compared to Joyce or Wolf. It also suggested Don DeLillo.

triyou.com/f/the-autodi...