Daylight Savings is Great — If You’re a Communist

As I lay awake on Sunday morning, I pondered deep, existential questions. The most pressing of these being……..‘why am I awake?’ After scanning my place of slumber — registering the sour gummies wrappers, orphan socks and various other debris —…

On Spiritual Calories, and Feeling the Burn

You’ve probably never heard the name ‘Gurdjieff.’ And even if you have, I bet you know little beyond the fact that he was some sort of guru. Then I tell you that Gurdjieff was indeed a guru who, during the 1920s, proclaimed himself to be the authentic…

Materialising Ghosts: Leckey’s Archival Dreamwork

‘FIORUCCI MADE ME HARDCORE.’ (1999)

“An experienced event is finite — at any rate, confined to one sphere of experience; a remembered event is infinite, because it is only a key to everything that happened before and…

The Vertical Frontier: Just for Men

Hyperion arose, and on the stars/Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide/Until it ceas’d; and still he kept them wide:/And still they were the same bright, patient stars./Then with a slow incline of his broad breast,/Like to a diver in the pearly seas,/Forward he…

Paying Attention

It is a scene we can all recognise. Crowds of smartphone-wielding urbanites streaming along pavements with eyes down and hands dancing on top of large and colourful screens. I am always in awe of the ability of peripheral vision to prevent collisions on today’s pavements. In absence of paleolithic…

Introducing Digital Dualism

‘Hey, you’re a cyborg!!!’ said Time magazine. Like a million years ago. Because someone invented a digital watch with a built in week-to-view calendar. Probably. Okay, so, I have no clue if that ever happened, but that point I’m trying to make is that calling humans cyborgs is…

View From the Street: A Still Without a Frame

Ever since the printed book began to concede ground to its digital equivalents, the West’s frustrated nostalgia has been demanding a new outlet. The soft-spoken cries of ‘it’s just not the same’ or ‘I just like the feel of them’ that once championed…

Poetry for Sale

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! — and you, Garcia…

Queer as Folk: A Brief History

It is testament to my sheltered youth that it was only when I was sixteen that I began recognising that what happened at folk festivals might not be considered the norm by the rest of society. It was a terrible moment of maturity, one similar to what I imagine being shut out…