I write, as you may have discovered, radical philosophy. My work, which you can find an overview of work here, has been widely read, deeply loved and viscerally detested, and it has been generously endorsed by some of our culture’s greatest trouble-makers.
I also love, and endeavour to write, outsider literature — fiction and non-fiction. By ‘outside’ I mean outside of civilisation and the false self that made it. I don’t reject everything within the history of civilisation, which would be silly, but I do believe that, ten thousand years ago, man (and I do mean man) made a catastrophic wrong turn into self.
Life-wise, I have worked—in Russian cement factories, Spanish anarchist squats, Japanese high schools, Qatari military schools, Sudanese oil companies and Saudi shit-holes—and I have groomed horses, impersonated priests and sold shrunken heads—but it’s in avoiding work, for twenty five years, that I have really succeeded.