Afro-surrealism is fluid. It exists to establish neo-narratives, but simultaneously reflect pre-existing power. ‘Solitudes’ embodies this wholly, while moving at such great speeds that it’s true nature is virtually imperceptible throughout the text. Even re-reading his poetry feels like a different experience, a submergence into a memory that changes definition like trying to view shards of a mirror in endless strands of phosphorescent light.
Low sax lounge man drapes in past Saturday morning and into cello twanging evening before sitting down on my sofa and offering me a drink. I say I don’t want one, and that the best ones in the flat have... Continue Reading →
Imagine being trapped in a room, the walls are made out of orange, rusted metal and there's a large red carpet on the floor, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp in the corner. There are no windows.... Continue Reading →
“You were not there for the beginning. You will not be there for the end. Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative” Disgusting. Pornographic, un-American trash. or...a modern masterpiece? The last censorship court... Continue Reading →
At worst, horror in television discolours the entire genre and gets thrown onto the pile of would-be terror inducers from the mid-late 2000s Hollywood scare machine. But at best, it does what 'Channel Zero' (SyFy channel, Nick Antosca) does - it... Continue Reading →
That which is uncanny is most unnerving. It's not demonstrative enough to be out-right terrifying and yet there's an implication that something seems very wrong. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that something seems very 'odd'. It's... Continue Reading →
Our obsession with dreams is ancient and deep, to the point where it pushes us to internalise our fascination until our dreaming becomes part of who we are. The process goes full circle, and the representation of our inner machinations... Continue Reading →
"Language bearers. Photographers. Diary Makers. You with your memory are dead, frozen. Lost in a present that never stops passing. Here lives the incantation of matter. A language forever." These are the first words we see on screen as the... Continue Reading →
Translation is a dark art, and one that flings you into a void space between languages, a space that highlights just how fragile your worldview might be. It's shocking how much language influences your understanding of emotive and epistemological concepts.... Continue Reading →
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