by phoenix | May 10, 1998 | Personal, Photos
Ah, the fridge. It had to be thrown out eventually, but not before it was immortalised in pixels… We loved the fridge. We gave the fridge stickers. All it ever gave us was pain. All right, frostbite. And far too much ice. And CFC poisoning… above:...
by phoenix | Feb 19, 1998 | Poetry, Uncategorized
hi my name is marc rose i’m around 6 foot give or take an inch i have long auburn hair and a goatee well my hair’s not as long as i’d like and it’s a bit too wavy but it’s shoulder length i’m about 7 inches, cut my name...
by phoenix | Feb 11, 1998 | Academic, Speech
A paper for presentation at Bi Con 98, and working towards the book, Marginalia: edge identities and the virtual community This paper has a lot to do with beginnings: it speaks about the commencement of a particular type of queer politic in the...
by phoenix | Oct 15, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I read the texts of technoscience and I think again of you. Am I bound to you for life, the invisible dance of we pair, destined to intricate avoidances?
by phoenix | Aug 31, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I am too often on the edge of myself. I am mapped through my varying ethnographies And find myself anchorless in the eddies Of integrity; it is an information age. My head buzzes with the fear of ignorance And I have already begun the long process...
