I miss stuff. Stuff used to be everywhere. I watched The Lost Boys recently. It occurred to me that stuff clutters every shot of 80s films, trinkets, knickknacks, gumph, it clogs up the screen to the point of distraction when compared to the barren surfaces of modern television. All my life I’ve been told that... Continue Reading →
What is left of blasphemy? (guest entry)
Words by Belisario of El Negro Metal Some months ago, as I received the visit of some family friends who were walking the Way of Saint James, I found myself in the situation of having to attend a mass at my adopted hometown's cathedral, something which, by quirks of fate, I had still never done... Continue Reading →