Image: Seb Tanti Burlo by Luke Geddes Illustration by Seb Tanti Burlo’ The coyote, yellow eyes leery, fierce brows knit in concentration, crouches alert behind the Brittlebush that grows along I-19 in the Arizona desert. Perhaps he thinks enviously of his ancestors, of the freedom they had before man’s arrival, when the desert was theirs
Day: April 30, 2014
Schlock has always relied on the hard work of willing collaborators to stay afloat. Running with no financial aid and operating from a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean – that’s Malta, for those of you who don’t know yet – we’re proud to say that we’ve come very far despite these obstacles.
An and Non went to play in the season of lesser lights. Transmissions ended silence in all directions and dimensions. The attraction trenches filled with inflamed attentions, shouts and whispers: long, slow material voices. The hard voice floated above the soft voice. The hard voice’s paralyzed grandeur excited sympathy for this soft, slow and inflamed