I don't think I've had time to sit down and write since November ended, which is in some ways a pathetic excuse, but here you go—now it will be as if you were with me. my fellowship at the arts house has ended and I haven't even had time to process it. but we went…Read more notes from george town literary festival
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the real fucking sacred union
second (concluding) weekend of the singapore writers' festival & as First Literary Fellow of the Arts House FellowshipTM I was obliged (pleasantly!) to be at many things, including quick and dirty networking breakfasts and teas, and a certain fAnCy sit-down luncheon at the Brasserie Astoria that involved my friend Ichi (who writes excellently under the…Read more the real fucking sacred union
the unflattering pastime
I don't know how not to waste your time. I've given myself half an hour to write this, so we must be quick about it. in the beginning there was nothing but a blank slate and the word was suggestion. I fed into, then got fed up, of the idea that every text needs to…Read more the unflattering pastime
just looking, thanks
subscribe for immediate updates and secret love notes to your inbox or send me anonymous responses. I love it all. it's week 4 of eating almost-expired yoghurt in my little room and laying on my back of this exercise in free-writing and trying to garner psychic revelations through lying on the floor. back when I…Read more just looking, thanks
living in the friction / leaving in the fiction
hello love, it’s me again. comment, reply in my inbox, send me anonymous responses. I love it all.or, subscribe for updates delivered fresh to your inbox. if you write in aptos font you get aptos thoughts. and if you write poetry in arial expect arial verse. I saw an Instagram ad this morning that went…Read more living in the friction / leaving in the fiction
portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate
I am shitposting (literal) again. congratulate me, for I've been having some extremely large and alarming shits. about two months ago I decided to re-embark on a colonic journey to make my elimination of solid waste far more regular and less anxiety-inducing. so far things I have tried include: using a standing desk at work…Read more portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate
I’m bringing blogging back
too unhinged for substack, too incoherent for longform op-eds, just loving to publish as a form of dancing chaos as a tribute to the old gods // an erotic multitude of poesy, confession masked as hot take masked as percussive glory masked as searing intellectual hot take // I had a tinyletter but it got…Read more I’m bringing blogging back
Books and Films of 2016
The usual caveat - some of these were complete wastes of time. Much better than the year before, but probably only due to taking creative writing courses. 1. Examined Life (F) 2. Carol (F) 3. Othello, William Shakespeare (L) 4. Omkara, Vishal Bhadwaj (F) 5. The Danish Girl (F) 6. The Book of Frank, CAConrad…Read more Books and Films of 2016
morningpage.13 (security, hard water, acid reflux)
this is what counts as broad daylight t f does niceness count for hard water and the cold steal all flavour out your mouth I like it but I don't like it that much don't picture my body don't trivial pursue my mind I'm lying if I say I'm lying with her between the biblical lines you…Read more morningpage.13 (security, hard water, acid reflux)
morningpage.12 (bonsai gardens, refrigerator, homeopathic remedies)
context: play this game / with your you-self / when it's late and inappropriate. promise yourself you won't forget / what it means to be beholden to someone. it's not a lie if you believe it yourself. the thing about this world is she says the sad fact of the matter is no one owes you…Read more morningpage.12 (bonsai gardens, refrigerator, homeopathic remedies)
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