A Safe Space for Unsafe Ideas
Part 2 of ‘Amputation’ by Louis Bourgeois. Read Part 1 here.” I’m being slaughtered again: the hazard lights flash above the sky; they are putting me to death, yet again, I do not flinch. The call for blood is immense—I can no longer see myself—the loss of self is more terrible than death—who put me
Editors note: A few weeks back we received a concise and very appealing message in our journal mailbox: “I know very well you have never read anything like this. Please let me know if you need any information from me. My best,” – Louis Bourgeois, Executive Director of VOX Press and Program Director of the
Editors note: A few weeks back we received a concise and very appealing message in our journal mailbox: “I know very well you have never read anything like this. Please let me know if you need any information from me. My best,” – Louis Bourgeois, Executive Director of the Mississippi Prison Writers Initiative. Indeed, the
Nothing feels more powerful than bringing a coke dick back to life. A man’s utmost vulnerability, laid to rest in your beautiful little hand. I feel safe with you, he says. They always do. In the end, they are all just looking for their mothers. Earlier that day, you had climbed the Acropolis with your
Have a look at the picture above. How do you interpret it? Does it display intolerable cruelty to animals? Is it a harsh reminder that civilization and societal norms form just a thin crust over our selfish, barbaric… animal instincts? That’s a funny reasoning. Then why should we feel bad if we share our ferocity
Dr. Mildred Pipkins would have had a bad day were it not for the letter she received that evening. It was the day of the Buckstaberry Art Academy’s annual staff awards ceremony. From the moment she woke up, she tried not to think about the ceremony. Dr. Pipkins started the day as any other. She
The suffocating silence blanketing the Netherlands this summer is not a principled stand. It is the terminal exhaustion of a culture that has replaced passion with bureaucracy, and loyalty with convenience.
PART 1 Water Pure Stillness without flavors of absolute total clarity my own light exposed as yours how I do understand my peace you actually deeply caring about what I feel certainties about presence, clarity about definitions of commitment and fidelity me feeling heard and seen you spit out the first, even though you love
The safe way concerns 99.999% of painters. These have been drawn into art by the irresistible odor of its prestige, for the prestige of painting is unsurpassed.
I kissed her back with the hesitation of a broken record, skipping on the same sweet lie. Just one more hit!
I guide his hands towards my breasts, my ass, allow his dick to only knock gently on the entrance of my cunt. Easy, easy, I whisper.
Explore Willehad Eilers bold crude style and surreal social satire revealing 7 bizarre obsessions shaping modern society.
Art is dead. It was dead on arrival. You killed it.
“Those Iranians in the diaspora who do not understand the tragic nature of life easily draw moral lines.”
Visual documentation of the beautiful and the damned
