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that new collection of essays by Gary Indiana is worth a read about the town of Branson, Missouri, a sort of entertainment-vacation destination for bible belt american families, full of "music theaters" and the like:

a lot of modern artists or writers come off too serious for my taste. why do so many have that look in their press photos? that anemic ghost look, that sunken look of doom? you can't be a serious artist without having some kind of irony about it. makes me feel there's a larger truth about what...

curiosity thrives in a tension between known and unknown. the prospect of unknown things becoming known. the transfer, the change, the newness. but everything now seems to float in some middle distance, a removed familiarity. these are thoughts of a young lad in something of a crisis of...

am i the only one who feels it being wrestled from me from every direction? the antennules draw in, the world seals itself off. sooner or later, for the depressed, everything reaches a point of zero interest. the first layer to go, though, is that purest temperament of interest. the interest...

bit of a balearic vibe to it

it's very sparse isn't it. sounds like they've left half the tracks muted on playback. it's "spacious" but also a bit apprehensive

yes a bit

the general energy of my dreams is trending towards confrontation and battle and inevitable clashes

i came upon that one too once. brilliant although i was puzzled as to why he picked the instrumental version becaues the vocals are great

was it a mistake to go up there?

for me the moon - and the stars - primarily represent a spatial pleasure, a feeling of interiority produced by these markings that make something like a roof imagine if there was nothing up there, how distressing it would be, how chilling the draught

there's a very good section about time and angels with aristotle and aquinas

read a good one recently that qualifies somewhat as dissensian: A sense of an ending by Frank Kermode. About the relationship between eschatology and literary fiction. Says that we tell stories to invoke beginnings and ends, which, in concord, give meaning to our time "in the middle."

it's a great feature of much music, sustained mounting ecstasy

a lot of cabs has it. suicide too. that gloomy mechanic portishead record did it well as far as i remember. bonus:

bit scary

not essays in general. it laments certain strands of the popular modern essay, like the overly personal, autobiographical ones, the lack of clear answers, the trend of putting emphasis on confusion and ambivalence:

https://www.thedriftmag.com/dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot/

exactly

some days have a quality of a factory reset. you wake up and take a walk in the park and it feels like your dad might come out from behind a tree to give you a pair of skates and tell you that we're going to skating on the lake with your cousins