by Scott Beauchamp

The Right To Oblivion

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Maybe you have a right to enforce a synthetic “forgetfulness,” a public forgetfulness, onto the tyranny of your own electronically archived public past.

Alles in Ordnung

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I was first introduced to Krautrock by a homeless guy in Frankfurt. He was bragging about experimental German bands that he had met in the 1970s. Kraftwerk. Neu! Cluster. Faust. CAN. Tangerine Dream.

We’re Still in Kansas, Toto

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What a great doorway to pass through into another world — a world that Dorothy wasn’t nearly appreciative enough to be romping through, I thought. Kansas without the tornado looked more hellish.

Reality Examined to the Point of Madness

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Krasznahorkai tries to accomplish a lot more than most contemporary American authors have the bad taste to.

Slow Starship To China

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The Chinese government, in its quest for more and more resources, has stumbled across an ancient series of scrolls in Africa that document visitations from extraterrestrial life. From these scrolls they’ve also discerned a way to communicate with the aliens. Following the precise directions of the scrolls, they’ve constructed an intergalactic communication device…and wait…

The Proper Shape For Prophecy

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“Why writers would be canvassed for their opinion on controversial political issues I cannot imagine. Their views have no more authority than those of any reasonably well-educated citizen.”

You Deserve Nothing – Alexander Maksik

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Despite Will’s lessons to his students from Camus, Hemingway, Faulkner, and Sartre, the saddest lesson of all, the most haunting, is always your failure to live up to other peoples expectations, not to mention your own.

A Misanthrope at the Revolution

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#occupyDC vs. #occupywallstreet

Talkin’ Death Mask Immortality Blues

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I hold a quarter up to the mask of Washington and I see discrepancies. Maybe I see a pattern of discrepancies. But do I see meaning?

The Unintentional Revolutionary

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“How is a beard Revolutionary?” you might ask. Well, anyone who has read Iron John knows that in facial hair there is a sexual energy that is so powerful it may disturb your mother (seriously, Robert Bly says this, look it up).