Snuff Memories: an interview with Tom Bland for Spontaneous Poetics

Your new book, Snuff Memories, is about to come out. How did this work come about? Snuff Memories has its immediate genesis in a prose piece ‘In the Country of the Broken’, published in Gary Shipley’s journal, gobbet back in 2017.  But I guess it goes deeper than that for me. I’ve always had a […]

Titane (2021)

Julia Ducournau’s Titane repeatedly bruises and shocks the viewer with the reversible relationship between sensuality, intimacy and untrammelled violence; a slippage concretized in the primped high-performance cars on whose streamlined bodies its central character, Alexia (Agathe Rousselle), writhes erotically at the motor show where she works as a dancer. While our digital devices, with their […]

Erotic Subtraction and Death

1. In her two-poem collection, Apostasy, Katy Mongeau narrates the desire to both kill and be killed within a world fruiting death in every leaf.  The poetic subject is fractured because overwhelmed and broken by a lust that refracts it into nonhuman things: Me: convulsing, lust-fucking the mud, Sun, and consuming myself, dead rotten. Flower […]

The Death of Posthuman Life: a brief philosophical introduction to Snuff Memories

My first book, Posthuman Life: philosophy at the edge of the human, bequeathed several unresolved philosophical problems, above all the ethical impasse concisely expressed in Amy Ireland’s review of my new book, Snuff Memories: “The posthuman cannot be known before it is produced—so to know it, we must produce it.” Slightly less concisely, the decision […]

Transgression as Erotic Technology

Over on Facebook my friend Chaim Mendel posted up a disarmingly good question about the relationship between desire and transgression which has been nagging me a lot recently: Why is the forbidden so erotic? what is it about transgression that is so central to the nature of desire? Transgression or perversion isn’t only an erotic […]

Cronenberg’s Videodrome: the Catastrophe of Desire

My first viewing of David Cronenberg’s Videodrome (1983) was shattering. I was upended by its dislocated narrative rather than the body horror of its denouement, – where image extrudes into reality and bodies develop erogenous control surfaces or explode into cancerous larvae. I could not see how this unreality emerged from the film it initially […]