Doompunk Dispatch

Tag: Disease

  • ENTER, ZYGONAUT

    ENTER, ZYGONAUT

    Words by David Kane • Images by Ashley Ferrum

  • Proboscing Planetoid Sassafras

    Imogen Binnie famously wrote “while gender is a construct, so is a traffic light, and if you ignore either of them, you get hit by cars.” Meanwhile, Stephanie Klein seeks to deconstruct the rules of traffic, remap the street, and indeed disintegrate the mind that allegedly constructs this analogy. To do this, the author aims…

  • Minds Mirrored Most Monstrous

    I discovered War with the Newts (1936), written by Czech national Karel Čapek, in a college class for Dystopian Literature. Shamefully, I skimmed it because I was busy being 22 and horny. Now, at 33 and horny, I found a copy in a used bookstore and decided to try again. Reader, I’m happy to report I loved…

  • Literary Horror & Surrealist Trash

    Literary Horror & Surrealist Trash

    If you would like to explore this author before reading my sycophantic drivel, you can dive into their professional website: horrorsong.com I appreciated the well-researched piece in Neo-Passéism’s Substack about the legacy of Weird Fiction, written by Colby Smith // YUUGENPRAXIS. It juxtaposes well with this essay in Strange Horizons by Zach Gillan, who has spilled much ink over the Weird’s journey into…

  • DUNWICH

    DUNWICH

    Birthing later this year… the graphic mutation of a tale by HP Lovecraft. Words by David Kane. Images by Jorge Peña. Keep a sharp eye on the sky for the winged ones…

  • Tulpa-Punk

    I collect parafictional paraphernalia. You know what I’m talking about: fake things within real things. Hoaxes you can hold in your hand. Nesting doll tales. I boast the complete works of Sutter Cane on my shelf, including the book with actual words between the covers, for which I sacrificed my sanity in a review here. Sutter…

  • Word Begets Image

    [Originally published on I Have That On Vinyl] “Word Begets Image, and Image Is Virus.” I first heard those words on a CD called The Elvis of Letters, which I snatched for ten bucks from the old Amoeba Music on Sunset. I had made a habit of buying cheap discs in the hopes of jolting myself…

  • Delicious Lysergic Doom

    Title tale of the book, DRIPPY TRIPPY DOOM. We arrived at the church late into the night. Peering up, I appraised the wooden structure. Abandoned years ago when apocalyptic Lutherans were driven out of the basin by the Tongva, it had fallen into disrepair. A century of high desert winds had gifted the teetering steeple…

  • Call Me Face Stabber

    a strange tale with original art by Jorge Peña

  • Parasitic Obelysk

    Emergent from mist, megalith comes into hue. Like a coral column stretching impossibly high in to the planet’s thermosphere,  the monster dominates the view. Discerning shapes fluttering a long its exterior, I close in un til the monumen tum makes clearer: Monumen tal structure subsumes all vision, still miles a way. Spot no top. Light gray porous…