Disappearance and Assembly – extract

Meshes Of The Afternoon (Maya Deren, 1943) from SeriousFeather on Vimeo. It is easier to believe nobody built the chambers of the bone matrix; that it incremented like coral. This degradable substrate with a small body encysted like an unsung astronaut. Can we say there was no stopping it? The condition did not apply. The […]

The Biomorphic Horror of Everyday Life

This paper has been written for the Philosophy, Art and Society: Body as Medium event in the Watershed Media Center, Bristol June 16 2018 It explores the idea of the ‘biomorph’ as a perverse ‘non-philosophical’ solution to the aporias of speculative posthumanism through the work of J G Ballard, Hans Bellmer and Gary J Shipley. […]

Necroconceptuality in Gary Shipley’s Warewolff

  Gary Shipley’s work is often compared to Ballard for its single-minded estrangement of sense. Yet it refuses even more, the satisfactions of setting and psychology. It is sometimes marketed as ‘concept horror’ – which is accurate insofar as it is the concept which does most of the hurting here – remarked, disjointed, its grammatical […]

Bellmer in Doll Space: A Note

Perversion defers all conceptual or affective satisfaction; proliferating desire in ways that cannot answer to any settled ecology or ethics. Hans Bellmer’s dolls afford a kind of plastic algorithm for this infinite potentiation  – in particular his celebrated second doll, equipped with its articulating ball joint. In one of the texts from his 1934 book […]

He is By the Window

We know a body by what it can do. Perhaps this explains this curious standoff, for he does nothing but stand by the window. Before he was written he wrote, ‘Is this, too, love?’ It must be. Feedback hurts: that and its foreknowledge. In a coruscating interruption, he said, ‘Kill me.’ Do I recall an […]

Transcriptor

They brought the Transcriptor to the basement. Its grey concrete blotched with organic stains, square pillars receding into black. One can rot happily here. Behemoth brought a table whose top was fitted to rubber pipes, an electric pump, sterile containers and surgical lamps. Near the shaft, the Clocks were chivying the Six from the van, […]

The Sub-Dual

Inquisitions gamed her like melanomas, but Map offered them no apology or reasons. She’d weakened from the conflicting imperatives, though. We were out of eigenbodies mostly, hiding out in black-louvred rooms by Decasia’s garment quarter. Being with constituted persons just added to her docket, so Map kept in with me to the end. She’d not […]