October 10, 2016


Teach me to sin –
In love’s forbidden ways,
For you can make all passion pure;
The magic lure of your sweet eyes
Each shape of sin makes virtue praise.

Teach me to sin –
Enslave me to your wanton charms,
Crush me in your velvet arms
And make me, make me love you.
Make me fire your blood with new desire,
And make me kiss you – lip and limb,
Till sense reel and pulses swim.
Aye! even if you hate me,
Teach me to sin.

Alfred Bryan

much of the bizarre…

October 10, 2016


There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Edgar Allan Poe
The Masque of the Red Death

earnest utopian thought

October 10, 2016


After WWII utopia was no longer just a synonym for naiveté. It was dangerous. Now, decades further on, in a new century and a new millennium, earnest utopian thought and earnest utopians are a glowing ember at best, and utopia’s legion failures seem to suggest that the best course of action would be to crush it – snuff it for good.

J.C. Hallman

the darkness between…

October 10, 2016


Lying in bed later that night I held up my hand and found that what intrigued me most were not the fingers, but the darkness between them. It was a thin darkness, made weak by light, but it was darkness and it seemed more a part of me than the flesh.

Joe R Lansdale
The Shadows, Kith and Kin


…the female narcissist is dangerous to patriarchy because she obviates the desiring male subject (loving herself, she needs no confirmation of her desirability from him). In the case of an artistic practice that performs female narcissism (such as wilke’s), the threat lies in its making superfluous the arbiters of artistic value. Already presuming her desirability, wilke obviates the modernist critical system; loving herself, she needs no confirmation of her artistic “value.”

Amelia Jones
Body art: performing the subject