I write, as you may have discovered, about unconditional love, death, the origins of civilisation, the horrors of work, small gods, paradise, philosophy, the truth of politics, gender, mental ‘illness’ and miss genius. I also make infographics, comic strips, subvertisements and little guides to everything. I am not qualified to write about any of this.
I love (and endeavour to write) outsider literature — Steppenwolf, Catcher in the Rye, Valis type fiction, and non-fiction inspired by Arthur Schopenhauer, Ivan Illich and Barry Long. 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.
You can write to me at the email address here, on the drawing of me. Please tell me a bit about yourself, because it’s nice to feel that you are talking to a flesh-and-blood person and not a disembodied virtual brain machine-gunning questions—but don’t worry if you would prefer just to write a few lines of anonymous abuse, because that too I will warmly welcome into my innermost.
There’s also a mailing list pop up at the top of these pages (which you can dismiss). If you put your address there you’ll get very occasional news updates of my doings and froings. It’s a good idea to do so if you like my stuff because I don’t have any other way of making announcements, apart from a thinly attended twitter account, and if something does emerge that will interest you, you’ll not hear of it any other way. I won’t put your name on the mailing list if you just write to me though.
