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These poems come to you from Buffalo, a provincial city where the information infrastructure has largely collapsed. Murderers, corrupt public officials, ruthless power structures slide under the radar, feeding on the people's disillusionment and fragmentation.In his latest collection, Joe Hall expands upon his previous work-dragging each power-hungry ghoul from their cave and into the light. Every wound inflicted upon the people is reflected back onto the body of the victimizer-branded onto them. People Finder, Buffalo is a relentless indictment of the cronies of racial capitalism in the imperial core.
Enter the abstract narrative landscape of SLASHER REDUXXX. The newest work from Snatch Wylden, weaving avant-garde compositions with existential metafiction, philosophical horror, spectral dances, the enigmatic strands pulled from the fabric that separates dream and reality.Let the text lure you into its mirror maze, over every booby trap, towards each surfacing decoy. Traverse the recesses of an undisclosed consciousness. Slowly approach. Through the meshed masks of duality, persona, portrayal. Let the text pull you further into your subversive roles. Leave your narrator behind. The path from chaos to cohesion is attuned to the steps of the dreamer / slasher / the soul of the model. SLASHER REDUXXX bends experience into abstraction. It speaks through the disembodied voices of the void. Shattered strata. Pulled teeth. Nondescript viscera. In the spaces between words, submerged in warm blood, under cold earth.Not all books are meant to be read. Not all artifacts are meant to be coveted. Welcome to the otherside of the mirror. Where the light refracts and waltzes in the chiaroscuro of shadows.
The New Utopia is a mosaic descent into the fringes of the underworld. Two detectives stalk through the reality of their own dreams. A murdering spiritualist converses with his victim. Street addresses go missing. Abandoned buildings speak to one another. Voyeuristic loners mythologize what they see in the shadows. And at the center of it all is one woman.In his debut novel, J. Billings catalogues the unseen alcoves of the subterranean. Staring back into the gaze of the surveillance camera, deciphering its memories, and opening a portal into the labyrinthine world just outside our grasp. It is too late to stop. The explosion of the universe has already happened. This is the mutation.
Dance of Utter Darkness is a book of subterranean violence and brutalist design. Marked by harsh cuts and dark alcoves. Two cops cut up critters to divinate future crimes from their guts.
A narrator is trapped inside a house, where their search for an exit ends up only adding to its walls, its ceilings, its floors, its rooms.The House Inside The House of Gregor Schneider is a conceptual nouveau roman constructed almost entirely from appropriated writings on the work of Gregor Schneider, primarily encounters with Die Familie Schneider and Haus u r. The texts come from various sources, including Schneider himself. All names and second-person references have been replaced with the first-person. Past and future tenses have become present-tense. 'House' is sometimes replaced by 'room.' Words have been pluralised, singularised, or erased wherever necessary. For both the conceptualist writer and practitioners of the nouveau roman, objects take on a position of prominence. For the former, words are objects. For the latter, objects come to the fore as plot and character are made subsidiary. In merging these theoretical standpoints (while also mirroring Schneider's own artistic practice), THITHOGS places words/objects behind or in front of each other until they are no longer tools of orientation but disorientation. There are only the objects and the narrator's/artist's subservience to them. There is only the coalescing of objects/words and our being lost inside them. There is no around or through or retreat, only deeper inside the ever-growing yet ever-shrinking surface.
In this self-titled inaugural release, we`ve set out to explore the textobject and its relationship to ideations of concealment / surveillance / visibility.CLOAK is not intended to fully encompass these relationships, but instead to instigate new connections / new contexts. We have assembled this work as a starting point. The first flourish of the stealth weapon / integumentary drape / vestigial skin.What shapes it can be contorted into are yet to be seen.
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