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“There is an inhuman will at the helm of this vessel, and we are all at its mercy…”
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“There is an inhuman will at the helm of this vessel, and we are all at its mercy…”
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I wrote something for the Pynchon and Tarot freaks.
“Weird Nature removes science from its esteemed pedestal, not to dump in the garbage bin, but to place back among the rest of the riff-raff of human modes of understanding: art, religion, magic, metaphor, and, perhaps most importantly, wonder.”
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New post on my Substack on Annie Dillard, panpsychism, and getting weird in the woods.
There is never any death of fiction, prose, poetry, art, or beyond. The obituaries they write are always their own. Live más.
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I wrote something for the Pynchon and Tarot freaks.
gnosticpulp.substack.com/p/two-dicks
I'm kicking off a new substack which will focus on Gnostic Pulp, "the grand American literary tradition in which deep investigation into the nature of reality are mashed up against dime novel tropes." First essay is on PKD and Moby-Dick.
The lonely disc golfer
works on his short game
from a backpack full of frisbees.
Bizarro Pynchon is already amongst us. He’s on X, he’s on BSky, he’s on Threads, he’s on Substack, he’s lying spread-eagled at the crossroad. He’s dispersed so finely we’ll never find him. He has no nexus. He is the mist. He is us.
so many feeds and i'm still hungry
