Category: oubliette

There is a sense of physical enormity to the 1994 album Glass Giant, by Speculum Fight, that I’m not quite sure how to account for.

the initiatory process of editing NTTN began in the lowest desert, dead middle of sweltering summer, the hottest in a month of Sundays.

I honestly pine for wet rot. I admit it. At this point, we’re so far past decay.

Since I got heart surgery a month ago, I can hear my heart beating all the time. Apparently it’s normal.

“And it’s a place you have to be careful about, a place you don’t want to hang around too long, because it’s a funny sort of place, like I said, with a funny sort of way of making you forget just where you came from, and how you might go back. You might even start…

“I hadn’t planned for this conversation with Homer Flynn to happen. It took place over a thousand days ago in a busy restaurant, a couple of hours before The Residents would perform their 50th Anniversary show.”

The suns light exterminated in the massed leaves and an early dusk fallen. A catholic wilderness where the wind whispered in the snaking branches hymns of doom and the earth slept in churchly darkness. As he walked, he passed areas where the land had fallen sheer and extreme and ancient stones held the trail sovereign…

We had been receiving phone calls in the small hours of the morning, my caregivers reporting each time an inability to discern any presence on the line.

I can’t stress enough the psychological effect of having the words you’ve written bound in your own skin. In having words torn from your mind…