Doompunk Dispatch

Tag: Fiction

  • 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…

  • Words Grow Weird in Alphabet Gardens

    “…when the great Demiurge, Faro Lord of Waters and the Word, was setting the world in order, he made women fertile with tomatoes and in return women continue from time to time to make offerings of this vegetable to the god.” ~ Dictionary of Symbols Blue sky over a green field with short grass. The…

  • Book Review: Sutter Cane’s In The Mouth Of Madness

    [Originally published on Psychopomp.com] The mind behind reality is insane. That’s the seed from which sprouts the fleshy jungle of Sutter Cane’s masterwork, In The Mouth of Madness, the culmination of his horror career. Is the mind behind reality your own consciousness, that hermit sea trapped behind the rocky shore of your skull? Or is this…

  • 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…