French producer johnny_ripper sources his samples from cinema obscura.
Introducing the mashup film to accompany his new compilation.
Seeing subject/object with Julianne Chapple and Ed Spence.
Bad omens evolve.
In conversation with Bridget Moser.
In conversation with Chad Patrick Murray.
In conversation with Maw Collective.
Lying on the floor, napping, meditating, astral-traveling,
fully asleep, in a coma, in a k-hole, etc.
When they met, dad’s face was supersized among the exhilarating cacophony of blinking cosmopolitan space-age advertorial madness that is the universe of Tokyo billboards, part of the city’s seizuring fabric. My parents got engaged in a parked car and then immediately backed into a lamppost. The first five minutes of their relationship summarizes its totality.
We welcome James Irwin's Unreal into the world with the publication of two new poems.
Funny things illuminated out of the dark.
A home-cooked breakfast nearly every school morning for my entire life.
To whom did he apologize to while excusing himself to a quiet room with a mirror?
What is resonant is rich, significant, sticks with you, makes you think, wakes you up, bothers you, soothes you, wraps its arms around you, crawls across your floor.
Lately I’ve been thinking that maybe the trouble with living with a memory and occupying its space is that the memory demands to also monopolize yours.
The resulting images are remnants of tragedies; as you and I stood looking at them, leaning against one another, we became tertiary witnesses to extreme human events.
I want to tell you about things we saw or the things I saw without you in order to share what I can’t say outright.
I would splash through them, singing in the warm, dark rain.
Songwriter, performer, and Toronto native Slim Twig answers twelve questions.