— Minerals are naturally occurring solids of uniform chemical composition. Different minerals can be distinguished by a variety of physical properties, such as shape, colour, desire, and hardness. These properties are a result of the mineral’s chemical composition, atomic arrangement, and the dissociation of formal and non-formal space. Minerals are building blocks of all rocks. The world’s economy depends to a large extent on our mineral resources. Continue reading “A Soft Taxonomy of Rocks by Rachael de Moravia”
…bled speeches from dead ocular of throughout final carve of turn of in breathless to absorb it of in no longer of in what nor of throughout a pageant taint steel drawn as if to pass through slash mark unto forage nothing there as all what fallen is scattered seed of exhale burn in pit of nothing ever have in or which collapsed before lest broken nothing to claim ocular roving no longer it what stun in rat of feel of broken tabulets of skins flung to dog’s devour where null vacant eye cannot from denizen of passage present nothing as before once travailed through reek what matter solace of detritus dreamed of laconic shadows breaking Continue reading “3 Sketches from “cold zero reflect” by Michael Mc Aloran”
Last Sigh/t: A Selection of Optograms from the Private Collection of Willia A. Abbotts
The private collection of Willia A. Abbotts contains over 300 optograms.
These retinal images—retrieved by a complex optochemical process that fixes the photosensitive pigment (rhodopsin) found in the rods of the retina—capture the last image seen before death.
Most of these optograms are believed to have been extracted at St. Albans County morgue during the first decade of the twentieth century. Continue reading “Last Sigh/t by Yanina Spizzirri”
When the aliens finally rise by chokehold, they actively corpse the Atlantic, an elastic body of wa(i)ter. Otherwise, passively, their barely viable bodies are expedited to a foreign grave. That’s what’s alien and grave where nobody leaves.[1] They rely on the chance mourner, otherwise lover, pressed firmly to the ground to wear them in to America. At a welcome-home party, the conversation’s awkward because no one else thinks they’re home. Emergencer! The outer space is closer than where we chart our fear of bury bodies. Parents of friends, friends of parents, pass before birds and ice water in the morning. I clock them Sunday-praying from one national emblem to another, the same predator bird who’s identity-confused. The maids, the nannies, the truck drivers, hairdressers, unsuccessful, unhappy, not fluid in English, yet they stay. We have kids in the schools, they say, In Poland, the math’s different. The periods linger. 1.5 matches 1,5. They plug for persistence. The comma winks at them; they wince. How can they be how it is to sleep in the socket Continue reading “An excerpt from Polalka by Karolina Zapal”
Get Shredded
Get ripped and speak it, be it and live it. Time goes by way too fast to wake up the fibres early. It means bowing to our weaknesses, getting bromotional at some points. I’m in the same position at 35-years-old: body of a Greek god, the mind of a Spartan, music sounds like anime. Legend has it that if you stare at Jeff’s biceps for long enough, then thick deep veins and you embrace the blood flow restriction machine. Continue reading “7 Day Workout Plan: A Lesson in Shreducation”
‘Cybergothic,’ write the Ccru, in an essay titled ‘Unscreened Matrix’, ‘finds the deep past in the near future’. There is a Crypt, a shadow space that exists beneath the gleam of our cyber reality:
Sprawling beneath public cyberspace lies the labyrinthine underworld of the Datacombs—ghost-stacks of sedimented virtuality, spiralling down abysmally into paleodigital soft-chatter from the punchcard regime, through junk programming, forgotten cryptocultures, fossil-codes and dead systems, regressively decaying into the pseudomechanical clicking relics of technotomb clockwork. Continue reading “Cybergoth Archaeology: The Seductive Datacombs of OPN’s “Age Of” by Maria Sledmere”
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Conscious Dark in Vertebrates: Sleep and Sleeplessness
Universidade Federal do Rio Grande do Sul
Av. Paulo Gama, 110 – Farroupilha, Porto Alegre – RS, 90040-060, Brasil
Received Date: June 04, 2018; Accepted Date: June 21, 2018; Published Date: July 2, 2018
Citation: Eduardo CRL, Almeida DA, Da Cruz A, Steiner F, Greenhall L (2017). Conscious Dark in Vertebrates: Sleep and Sleeplessness. International Journal of Science and Arts, 4:2. doi: 11.1266/9945-3210.5499714 Continue reading “Conscious Dark in Vertebrates by Jason Kane”
Campbell’s Soup I: Golden Mushroom Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
GREAT for COOKING
Golden Mushroom
90
CALORIES
PER ½ CUP NET WT. 10 ½ OZ. (298g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Green Pea Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Green Pea
180
CALORIES
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Campbell’s Soup I: Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Homestyle
CHICKEN Chicken Noodle
MEAT WITH
NO
ANTIBIOTICS
60
CALORIES
PER ½ CUP NET WT. 10 ½ OZ. (298g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Old Fashioned Tomato Rice Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Old Fashioned
Tomato Rice
125
CALORIES
PER ½ CUP NET WT. 11 OZ. (309g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Split Pea with Ham & Bacon Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Split Pea with
Ham & Bacon NATURAL SMOKE
FLAVORING ADDED
170
CALORIES
PER ½ CUP NET WT. 10 ½ OZ. (298g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Tomato Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED
Paris International Exposition
1900
90 Tomato
CALORIES NET WT.
PER ½ CUP SOUP 10 ¾ OZ.
(305g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Vegetarian Vegetable Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Vegetarian Vegetable
90
CALORIES
PER ½ CUP NET WT. 10 ½ OZ. (298g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Beef Broth
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Beef Broth
15
CALORIES
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Campbell’s Soup I: Chicken Noodle Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED
Paris International Exposition
1900
60
CHICKEN Chicken CALORIES
MEAT WITH Noodle PER ½ CUP
NO
ANTIBIOTICS SOUP NET WT.
10 ½ OZ.
(298g)
Campbell’s Soup I: Vegetable Beef Soup
Campbell’s®
CONDENSED SOUP
Vegetable Beef
80
CALORIES
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Campbell’s Soup I: Disney Princess Jasmine Soup
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Disney
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70 Enchanted Shapes
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Campbell’s Soup I: Cream of Cremini & Shiitake Mushroom Soup
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NEW
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Cream of Cremini
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100
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Michael Stutz is an American writer. He is the author of Circuits of the Wind.
Let him haunt you on Twitter: @michaelstutz
About the banner image: Even a small fragment sealedup in a glass tube shines with a weirdglow like a firefly, but bright enoughto read by. Moreover, if these raysfall on certain other substances, as, forexample, diamonds, it causes themalso to glow with a similar unearthlyradiance; and like the X rays,which enable one to see his own bones, theywill go through a plank or a dictionary.
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AND YET Inventory. Trivial Pursuit, but not that, this: You Think Therefore You Are (Disney Edition). Continue reading “Inventory/History by Simon Henry Stein”
ITEMS RETRIEVED FROM THE WRECK OF THE IGS MALVA, WITH POTENTIALLY DISTINGUISHING DETAILS AND SPECULATED PURPOSES PROVIDED IN ITALICS
6 human bodies: identified overleaf – likely deceased through drowning, all male, flight crew Continue reading “Items Retrieved from the Wreck by Emma-Louise Adams”
Silent Long-Distance Mail-Order Auction Catalogue Item #20:
BEFORE PREDATION COMES NOTHINGNESS, FLOATING. A FLOTILLA OF DANCERS ON FLOTATION DEVICES. THIS BEING THE ANABOLIC STEROIDAL EDICT EDITION, THERE ARE ONLY 3 LEFT IN STOCK.
During the purplest midnight the time comes to repurpose and scavenge the deepest recesses of the pancreas, sugar-processor and liquefier, mushy and shapeless, which is the least necessary of every twinkling lump of flesh under the round belly. This is major surgery.
A procedure is in order, to be followed precisely.
First, wetness settles: stretch in it, breathe it and swell up, an oversalted fish. Water is made up of many parts and layers: the sunlight, the twilight, and the midnight. The operation must be completed in the dim part where dust particles are zooplankton and speak with urgency to each visitor. Dust spins through air, little animals through water. Dust is silent, but the ocean buzzes and they wiggle their weak legs, incapable of standing.
Second, the endemic, veined skin is stickily plastered onto the inner red eyelids. Bodies are simple, paper-maiche collections of wallpaper. Outside, floral patterns. Inside, the abdominal organs all run together—root around until you find the one you’re removing. It’s easiest with closed eyes.
Third, the sea grows weary of pressing and pressure fades but darkness doesn’t.
Fourthly, the patient will grow distressed as you sever their energy-delivery-system. Explain it like this: I had the bends once and an angel appeared. She glowed brightly in the midnight zone. Said, “we’ve carbonated your bloodstream and these are not simple growing pains. There are impassable meters between you and the heavenly sphere spinning.” Around my finger she tied a white ribbon glowing green in her eerie radioactivity—it read, “eat me.”
Finally they will need to be sustained somehow—choke down sugared green Jell-O and butterscotch pudding cups. Only foods that wobble and can only be partially-chewed are acceptable. The fluorescent lights never fully go off in the hall. Force jittery insulin into their veins.
Katherine DeCoste is a writer and undergraduate English student in Edmonton, Alberta. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Sybil Journal, Rag Queen Periodical, Structural Damage, and others. She likes to write about anxiety, dissociation, and decay. You can find her @katydecoste on Twitter and Instagram.
About the banner image: The operating room orderly, a 1-W, Voluntary Service worker, wheels a patient from the elevator to the operating room. VS workers in the Mennonite Hospital at La Junta, Colo., contribute much through their sacrificial service.
Editor’s Note: New Library of Revised Classics Series
Get ready for the future: It is murder, Leonard Cohen sang in 1992. Nearly two decades into the twenty-first century and it is clear that his warning is an understatement. What refuge for the thinking person in the face of the End Times? The classics of the Western canon, of course. But who has the time to plunge the depths of literature in the Instagram era? The aim of the current project is to create a digestible, collectible library to inspire and comfort the spirit, stimulate and disorient the imagination.
Each volume in this tastefully appointed series is the product of judicious, computer-aided pruning, social media/graffiti-friendly quote selection, and apocalyptically-toned imagery. The inaugural Condensed and Illustrated for the End Times offerings will include classic works by Herodotus, Marcus Aurelius, Dante Alighieri, Teresa d’Avila, John Bunyan, and Voltaire. Available individually and by subscription, Spring 2019. Continue reading “The Soul of a Man: A Meditation by Joseph Schreiber”
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Normality is a supposition made by Academics. It is believed to exist in the Form of a Mould from which all Objects, metaphysical, or of matter, or based on occult practices, or by mechanical means, are derived; but for which no Mould can be understood, in that, the Form of the Mould remains unknown until an Object is taken from the Mould, yet, if no Mould is known, and cannot be found caused by the lack of a comparative Object produced from the Mould, any attempt or effort made to deconstruct that particular Mould, which remains unknown, from which those Objects were produced, impossible; thus, it was, therefore, incumbent on the Author to view Objects, metaphysical or occult or mechanical, previously produced in an effort to discover the existence of the Mould of the Form of the phenomena of Normality, which is, as has been surmised, Illusion. Continue reading “The Normality Hypothese by Sean Fraser”
Prophet of the Sixteenth—what happened over in Vietnam—the BMV of Mr. Monroe found at the bottom of the lake—seaweed that glows at night—waves of pollution—ordering an aperitif with no intent to stay—political turmoil—a concept that is foreign to everyone else in the room but Maurice—fringe benefits—a lawyer from the 90s—the maggots of Deh’N’yyii’l—a metal container overflowing with people—the position of the sun after he drinks the potion—the tusk of an elephant and your uncle who says, African steel—the sound of your heart as you climb the mountain—pastiche moments—Edward saying he is Edwardian—footrace in the middle of the forest with no shoes—snapping zir tibia to teach zir a lesson—valleys of the moon—squeezing the life out of that goldfish just to say you now know what that feels like—some blowtorches covered in Vaseline—a ridiculous amount of knowledge for someone who is only going to live to 53—cliffs at darq—she’s cutting her hand because the daemon said so—the blind man says he hears the waves of despair—there is a hill in Australia and they call it Vanity Hill.
Mike Kleine is a writer and avid player of tennis.
About the banner image: When a new furrow is to be started the derrick raises the plow and the car moves down the track with it to the point where the furrow is to start.
The poetry of the desert is sparse. To locate a poem in the desert you cannot just look, you must smell, touch, hear and taste your surroundings. Never attempt to write about the desert, the result will be too much like writing. These notes form clues as to finding poems in the desert. Whilst the notes may be extensive the poems themselves live a tenuous existence & are barely clinging to life.
Seek out the poems. Continue reading “Notes for poems to be found in the desert by Tony Messenger”
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An excerpt from Fields of Violence by Julia Madsen
From FIELDS OF VIOLENCE: A TRANSCRIPT OF A DOCUMENTARY ON THE ONGOING FARM CRISIS
FOREWORD
The necrotic underside of the history of the Farm Crisis lives on in the Heartland and in the mind of the landscape, whose pulsating synapses and rhizomes absorb nitrogen nourished by the prairie soil under the watchful eye of high harvest––a time of year of reaping that steals as much as it proffers, withholding the promise of a dream that never existed but did, at one time, grow faith. In another existence. Somewhere between the dream and the dead, blood red tinges the borders of everything. A woman and a man put their hands together like arrows pointed up toward some augury that will never come and when it doesn’t, they forgive the augur. Why? Continue reading “An excerpt from Fields of Violence by Julia Madsen” →
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