We have far right ideologies, with material roots in Europe, digitally disseminated through an incoherent and disparate collective of hypermediated young white men, who have no living memory of men as they’ve been told how men should be, but merely a hyperreal ideal … More All that is situated melts into the air.
The Ache is leaving. Three years languished by dead end jobs, drugs and friends. Last week above a bagel store, the sun morphs mute amidst travelling clouds, indifferent fluctuations of light on an otherwise featureless day. You arrive a tight knot of anxieties over a moment in time that could only have arrived after its departure … More Acid and Lost Time
In the mirror, I see myself there where I am not, in an unreal, virtual space that opens up behind the surface … More Symbolic Excess in the Drag Machine: A Dialectical Reconstitution of Safe Spaces and Transgression
We will not oppose the beautiful to the ugly, but will look for the uglier than ugly: the monstrous. … More Obscenity, Deathly Exchange and the Real-Haunt of Bodily Labour
So I’ve been reading the Boogiepop light novels as of late and it’s got me thinking about self-hatred, narcissism and radical alterity. There was a time I wanted to be a counsellor, because I thought being exceedingly depressed was a good foundation for connecting with others. I don’t think I could do that now, simply because it disgusts me too much … More A Derisory Self-Analysis
Cinema is haunted by a spectral gaze that sees all but is never seen itself; an anticipation of a future not yet apparent; an absent but structuring presence. Like the vanishing point of the perspective painting, cinema constructs its diegesis in relation to a subject who both transcends … More The Hauntology of Cinematic and Electronic Presence
Socialism without feminism is barbarism, the same cybernetic hierarchy of wretched Stalinist bullshit, leftist recuperation of capitalist infrastructure. Patriarchy, death knell of intersectionality, the ability to see beyond the fucking labour market, closed circuit of exchange and production … More The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege
Born into colonial Aotearoa, I had no right to my heritage. It had been defined three hundred years ago, by an expert panel of British imperialists, who’d divided the world by civility and barbarism. Socialised white, the mock of genetics wrote itself on my skin. At age six, the kids at school climbed the fence … More This lack is not my own.
Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a shitty over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a fucking joke. Secular appropriations of Christian … More Kill Yourself
Colonialism never died. A strange claim, surely, for the bloody imperialism of Britain receded into the historical imaginary decades ago; but a crueller colonialism lives on in the gaze of its citizens; a colonial gaze that dominates and subjugates, through the perpetual orientalisation of the other. Edward Said most famously defined orientalism as the fictitious … More The Ethics of Ridicule