killing denouement


dispatchwork: the future will eat itself

The picture above is from the Berlin that I won’t be revisiting in June – I think it’s from the alleyway/courtyard leading to Central Kino? Couldn’t agree/hope for more perhaps – capitalism is pretty much ‘civilised cannibalism’ anyways. Ditto with ecocide – I have issues with the “Earth-my-mother” vibe – but it seems that hyperconsumption and death-by fossil fuels looks a bit cannibalistic? And sorcery – I don’t remember where from but Paul Bohannon has opined that “men attain power by consuming the substance of others”. (For a desktop sticky note tells me so – I sense my life would implode slightly if the program ever crumbles). I’ve been thinking a lot about magic/sorcery and links to power and art lately following a recent final (and via Zerzan’s ‘Case Against Art’ – hopefully not the beginning of an awkward green-team foray) – more on this later perhaps. Also from Berlin though, this time to patch up the gaps of the past (not that the vortex hasn’t been breached already) is this lego brick project I’m really digging:

OPEN UP THE VORTEX LET US IN



petrodollar summer


Dubai again and a strange affection for a city that I guess is my home, little as it does want me here. Jobs here seem impossible at first hunt, perhaps I should look to skip and dip on standby tickets for the next two months? I will definitely be in Cairo (and not Berlin) for a fortnight sandwiched in June, and Kashmir/Mumbai for the first 2-3 weeks of July. Hopefully finding an affordable (!) sublet in NYC for August and couchsurfing for the last dredges of July til I can inshallah move in. My life is currently packed into six boxes in the radio station – I fascinatingly had five last year and four the year before. I suspect the number could go down though as I have scores of books to disperse (like theory, like cats) into the atmosphere, and several boxes lined with wake-up-an-hour-before-kickout-time dump and run panic. [you can't go home again..]



heard too much about
Saturdays of the Crass? More than a little cheesy perhaps, yeah. (This is from their 1979 album ‘Stations of the Crass’, their second, and the first my young (13ish?) self ever came across). Crass were amazing, and really important, probably the first band that launched me into political, and especially anarch@ and peace punk. (I love that in typing Spanish, and probably Italian and other romance languages too(?) you can degender a word or avoid the awkward o/a endings with just ‘@’). And along with it a crystallisation (of sorts) of ideology, I suppose. Yeah, Crass are a longish (or perhaps long winded) story, so I’ll leave it with these two for today:

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pictures that i like

As of late, and lots of them. In wasting time in Dubai I have discovered that the internet has a lot of pictures. I might do these every day, possibly repping the bands that got me through said teenage years in the petrodollar bubble, then (and now? save for the elite end) cultural wasteland and what have you. Today could be ‘fugazi fridays, then? If and when I feel more motivated maybe I’ll write about the bands in question too. I always did want to be a music journalist when I grew up (Almost Famous and that scene singing Tiny Dancer on the bus contributed greatly to this!), which is probably where APPLECORPS and the distro came about. Uni paper music editors probably squished that fairly effectively, though maybe worth restarting?


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