(wherein the myth of icarus is not a fable warning against hubris,
but rather a tale about the need to build better wings)
Nietzsche Kitty, I-VII.
Umberto Octo is an Cephalopoda semiotician, sepia artist, philosopher, literary critic, and entheogenist. Best known for the coralsnapping novel The Spill of the Ink, an intellectual mystery combining semiotics in cephalopods, biblical analysis, medieval metaphysics, and sepia theory. Further novels include the esoteric Cousteau’s Apparatus and The Island Lay Dreaming. Octo’s critical nonfiction includes The Role of the Swimmer: Explorations in the Semiotics of Ocean Undercurrents, Deimatics and Gaudy Deimatics, Eight Swims in the Marvelous Coral, and the satirical How to Travel with a Cuttlefish & Other Essays.
You best go in the kitchen and fix me Cthulhu pot pie!
because we were when we listened to it,
or did we listen to it stoned because it sounds like that?
What would we get out of war with Serbia?
We’d lose the lives of young men
and we’d spend money better used elsewhere.
And what would we gain, for heaven’s sake?
Some plum trees and goat pastures full of droppings,
and a bunch of rebellious killers.
Y’know who’s an awesome music sound mixer?
Me.
But don’t take my word for it, have yer own ears decide with this little 27ish minute tasty sample from a live piece I did for an end of semester party. It features a remix of Mogwai/Kronos Quartet’s /The Fountain/ (plus a Fire Witch, some Dancing Puppets, Catfood, and an I-Beam that goes on right into Sundown).
the bars are temples (but the pearls ain’t free);
i find a god in every golden cloister
and if i’m lucky, then the god’s a she.
Coffee beans by tweaster
Oh, yeah… I love that story!
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu macrofasciculumque!
Although lacking my personal favorite by the author, one of the finest shelves of books possible.
