I make art as … a complicator of social feeling. – Marion Coutts Why the idea of art as complicator had never occurred to me before is probably testament to my spotty formal education on the topic; but since reading … Continue reading
The chorus to the song “Trill” by Clipse goes thusly: “Bitch, I’m trill. Bitch, I’m so trill. Nigga, I’m trill. Nigga, I’m so trill.” According to the Urban Dictionary, “trill” is either true + real or some contraction of “truly … Continue reading
Finding out about minute cultural enclaves always makes me reflect on the vastness and complexity of humanity’s modern situation. It seems like things are trending ever more toward the multi and myriad — a la our friend entropy. For an … Continue reading
Clearly, given the resolutely slippery notion of consciousness combined with science’s resolutely reductionist view of human existence, the rational response is: My consciousness dies when I die. But I didn’t always believe that, and lately I’m coming to think I … Continue reading
I heard Jesu for the first time about two weeks ago, the self-titled record. I had no context for them at all; I didn’t know they were ex-Godflesh, had never heard Godflesh anyway — basically, I had no metal reference … Continue reading