Exit: Moon. A Short Story About Staying With The Trouble

I spent two weeks in August at Planetary Futures, a summer school at Concordia University in Montreal organised by Orit Halpern, Marie-Pier Boucher, and Pierre Louis Patoine, and hosted at Milieux, the centre for art, technology, and culture at Concordia. The course made links between planetary scale catastrophe and the Anthropocene, and histories of infrastructure, […]

FILTERED TEXT W/ CONSTANT

At the Machine Research workshop, we played with text filters developed by Constant as a way to explore machinic actions on various texts. I reduced my blog post to 1000 words and introduced some new content (thanks to discussions at the workshop): seven scenarios with which to think about the production of ethics in driverless […]

Character assassination I, II, III

Character Assassination n the act of deliberately attempting to destroy a person’s reputation by defamatory remarks I I could write about the auburn-haired woman who I sit across from at work, the one with the tics and the lazy eye. She is an only child with that peculiar sense of phantom wholeness only children have. […]

Soft, soft droning

There is a sound in this city, a soft, constant tattoo of hundreds of thousands of fingertips on keyboards. Ragged bitten grimy short Vietnamese precision manicured false brittle not enough calcium in the diet not enough vitamin D pitted nicotine marked. A global army beating its retreat from some unbearable now. Also, wires, fans, battery […]

Verdict by Tenzin Dickyi

Poem #3 in my selection for Berlin liest, this one representing Tibet. Verdict by Tenzin Dickyi Ladies and gentlemen, These trace fossils belong to our dearly departed Tyrannosaurus Rex. I say this with surety because his foot prints lead to his open coffin. These Oviraptors, maligned raiders of Protoceratopsian nests, are cleared on all counts […]

Kyu-Wait

  We’re going to Kyu-Wait, Kyu-Wait, Kyu-Wait, we’re going to Kyu-Waaiittt my mother would sing-chant in the days before we would travel to see my father. My mother is a champion of cute little portmanteaux of sounds and words, of cut-up techniques applied to parts of speech, word sounds and pronunciation. Kyu-wait, q8, Coo-Ate were […]