Note: this essay is also available on Freddy Larsen’s own blog, “Free Esotericism Inside.” If you’re interested in more work like this, I would highly recommend wandering around his site as well. —Patrick Simpson “Catastrophe is the past coming apart. Anastrophe is the future coming together. Seen from within history, divergence is reaching critical proportions….
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The Subways
The noise had been deafening. Eager beyond belief. Every person—every passenger—had been eager to speak, to explain, to express: their lives, desires, loyalties, beliefs, enemies, lovers, secrets, dreams, losses, fears, how it all felt to each one of them; each comparing notes, as it were, with the others in every subway car. The cars would…
Walking and Falling
Walking. Leaves in light wind, shivering; stronger gusts, on occasion, in the canopy above. The slow back-and-forth creak of the larger branches, some of the thinner trunks leaning in the stronger wind. The fresh, quiet air of late March; the soil is dark and moist from misty rainfall earlier in the day, the sky a…
The Hole
Welcome to summer camp. Dad is with you, but he’ll be leaving soon. You turned ten last March—a milestone birthday, you are now “in the double-digits,” as the card from Uncle Tommy emphasized. You have everything you need with you. Mom triple-checked—twice the night before you and Dad drove off in the white Camry, and…
Love & Order – EP by Kid Quizine
This is the debut EP of my next-door neighbor, Kid Quizine.
The Café of Rascals
This morning I went in for a job interview at the café down the block from me. I had been attempting to write a screenplay there for a few days, but wasn’t making any money doing it – in fact, I was spending a good deal of money on lattes to justify my presence. I…
The Fall of the House of Usher
by Edgar Allan PoeOriginally published 1839Source of this text: Project Gutenberg Son cœur est un luth suspendu;Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne. De Béranger. DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on…
Ode to 81 Stanhope
Three of us here, all young / and stupid…
Playlist: “rare things grow”
Anyone who’s made a playlist (or, if you’re old school, a mixtape) knows there’s an art to it. Curation and sequencing is everything. For Rob in High Fidelity, “you gotta kick it off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you gotta take it up a notch. But you don’t want to blow your wad, so then you’ve gotta cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.”
And Spoke Now Only in Light
Briefly, to glimpse the set which he had only seen on screens in the lobby, Arthur eased open the mezzanine door. The harmony was something which did not feel like it had a direction. It felt surer of itself than any harmony…