life(received)

wit @xo1y
@xo1y mixed first half
lyrix
it felt like a dream
everything perfect
baby come here
i luv wen u work it
round after round 
jus like a circuit
she said she a virgin
her cherry got bursted 🍒🌸

🕊️xoly x gomi - angel nightklub🌃

Cotton

2 fast chargers

backwards forwards

pick/rollings/king april 2024

breathe in the toxic air for me
blow it back into my lungs
cause i wanna comprehend 
vile everything
and avoid all that is up ahead
it's mostly fear and pain
earthquakes and acid rain
and not much else

breathe in your chinese vape for me
suck it down until you cough
all the myriad unpleasant scents
they represent
joy and choice that's never meant
consider it a favour
you only choose the flavour
and not much else

i want the world to know
in spite of it all 
you were here
you were here
so what much have gone wrong with us?

blowback

Excerpt from "The Noise Between Thoughts" (2004) for string quartet. Performed by the Kronos Quartet. Commissioned by the Fromm Foundation.

The Noise Between Thoughts (Kronos)

Wild West

Ed Atkins reads an excerpt from his latest book, OLD FOOD.

From one of the most lauded artists of his generation comes a purging soliloquy: a profound nowt delivered in some spent afterwards. Scorched by senility and nostalgia, and wracked by all kinds of hunger, Ed Atkins’ OLD FOOD lurches from allegory to listicle, from lyric to menu, fetching up a plummeting, idiomatic and crabbed tableau from the cannibalised remains of each form in turn. Written in conjunction with Atkins’ exhibition of the same name, OLD FOOD is a hard Brexit, wadded with historicity, melancholy and a bravura kind of stupidity.
     Ed Atkins is an artist who makes all kinds of convolutions of self-portraiture. He writes uncomfortably intimate, debunked prophesies; paints travesties; and makes realistic computer generated videos that often feature figures that resemble the artist in the throes of unaccountable psychical crises. Atkins’ artificial realism, whether written or animated, pastiches romanticism to get rendered down to a sentimental blubber – all the better to model those bleak feelings often so inexpressible in real life.

life(received)

uv raymond

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