ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR
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"A look around us at this moment shows what the regression of bourgeois society into barbarism means. This world war is a regression into barbarism. The triumph of imperialism leads to the annihilation of civilization." (Rosa Luxemburg)
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"PROPHET LO-FI PIONEER" [Sheryl Crow (1996) album review]
What makes Sheryl Crow so compelling is that it doesn't behave like a unified "statement" album--it behaves like a field of fragments, a cultural collage where sincerity keeps breaking through irony, and irony keeps destabilizing sincerity. It's closer, in method, to Don DeLillo or Viktor Pelevin than to traditional confessional songwriting: a montage of media, memory, sex, boredom, God, and America.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout 21 hours ago in Geeks
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Oleksandr und Mavrin
In those accursed days when the sky itself seemed to have turned Russian and was spitting iron on the black earth of Donbas, Oleksandr marched with the rest of his platoon like a man already half-dead. The war had eaten everything gentle in him. Only the memory of Andriy still burned--Andriy with his quick laugh, his crooked front tooth, the way he used to press his cold nose into Oleksandr's neck at night and whisper, "We'll live through this, Sashko. We'll go to Lviv and open a stupid little café and forget all this blood."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR6 days ago in Fiction
The Life I Might Have Lived
Would my life be better if I didn't drop out of high school? If I didn't take SSRIs and Zyprexa as a teen? If I worked hard to learn and refine my craft (or crafts) from the beginning instead of wasting my time on infatuations, lies, anger, politics, etc?
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Confessions
The Life I Thought I'd Have
Would my life be better if I hadn't dropped out of high school? If I hadn't been put on SSRIs and Zyprexa as a teenager? If I had worked steadily to develop a craft--any craft--instead of drifting through infatuations, anger, distractions, and half-formed ambitions?
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Pride
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR15 days ago in Fiction
The Hidden Philosophy of FAR: Regina Spektor's Most Underrated Album Explained
Most pop albums are about love or heartbreak. Regina Spektor's Far is about something stranger: what it feels like to be human inside systems that quietly turn people into machines.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR19 days ago in Geeks
Sixteen Hundred Dollars of Salvation
Oleksandr trudged through the sleet-slicked streets toward the modest bungalow of Pandit Yad Adnan, that curious exile whose name evoked both a sage and a jest, while the cold probed his marrow with the insidious persistence of an ancient, half-forgotten reproach.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR25 days ago in Fiction
The Dead Soul of Ayn Rand (Chapter One)
Ivan trudged through the sleet-slicked streets toward Pandit Yad Adnan's bungalow, the cold seeping into his bones like an old accusation. Two weeks before, Job's election had promised a brief lifting of the fog that had settled after Donnie's triumph years earlier--a triumph that had driven Ivan, in a moment of black humor and despair, to mutter prayers to Satan under his breath. The next mornings brought the stench of tar hanging over the neighborhood, and before dawn the sound of many small legs scraping across the floorboards, as though insects were marching in formation toward his bed. He would bolt upright, heart hammering, then run to the bus stop in the gray light, convinced the world had noticed his blasphemy and was closing in.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR29 days ago in Chapters
Bruised Autonomy: A Review of Kathleen Edwards' album FAILER (2002)
Failer, the 2002 debut by Kathleen Edwards, is a record about the psychology of romantic self-sabotage set against highways, motels, parking lots, and barstools. It belongs to the same moral weather system as Raymond Carver and Alice Munro: ordinary people making small decisions that quietly alter the trajectory of their lives. No one here delivers a Nietzschean manifesto. No one collapses in Dostoyevskian hysteria. They just fail--intimately, repeatedly, lucidly.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR30 days ago in Geeks
