He observes, watches, recognises, listens to what surrounds him and is exterior to him, and at the same time he ponders within, ceaselessly arranging what he has perceived, trying to find a sense which goes beyond the five senses with which he was born. The sense found in what he sees, however precarious and ambiguous…
I made this erasure poem from the lyrics of The Smiths’ “How Soon is Now?” S i N ? I the heir Of criminal s mouth s wrong human s o th eir s son s s wrong s club real love And leave home to die “now” when ? wait go sh…
A discussion of Jacques Derrida’s feminism
Wherefore also we must acknowledge that there is one kind of being which is always the same, uncreated and indestructible, never receiving anything into itself from without, nor itself going out to any other, but invisible and imperceptible by any sense, and of which the contemplation is granted to intelligence only. Plato, the Timaeus
Plato’s Allegory of the Cave retold by Tatyana Zvanskaya
Poetry about Platonic Khôra and photographs of the woods.
Loving Vincent is the first full-length animated feature made with oil paintings.
Ashley MacIsaac’s “Wing-Stock”
M. Chaplin Cityscape photography with Delerium Electronica.
An overview of David Foster Wallace’s life and work via BBC.
A short essay on Thomas Pynchon’s “Entropy.”