Theriomorphous
The grotesque is a wonderfully ambiguous term, or it used to be. Not straightforwardly unseemly, it referred to a kind of secret interiority, the grotto-esque, the wild yet still encultured cave wall decoration of ancient civilisations that the renaissance humanists and early modern proto-romantics were so in awe of. It came to designate a kind […]
Ruminations about aging in a population that is more and more ideologically and culturally divided along generational lines, dating disasters and ongoing relationship struggles, plus many health issues are dogging my days and sapping my creative power most days in the past few years. I’ve wanted to return to blogging the whole time but have […]
Theriomorphous