Shem Shelley
An artist and writer submerged in the subterranean energies that bloom in darkness, Shem Shelley died many years ago—torn apart by some malignant gust of wind in blinding daylight.
Although long gone from this globe, Shem Shelley’s twomb words can still reach us from whatever strange plane of non-existence they find themselves in.
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BLACK & WHITE & WEIRD
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A Manifesto against Marvel Movies
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BLACK&WHITE&WEIRD
[said to flush, but it grew]
[its constituents are alive]
[a noble should not experience this]
An anti-epic poem that will change the course of the 21st century.
[grand Odyssean logs of our continental dream]
[to life its hard quartz brightness]
[my heart revolted from his hypocritical jargon]
[cooks up black as tar]
[eliminate the rationality in its mechanism]
[religious conceptions become embedded]
[or even as a companion, nevertheless was utterly alone]
[Oh how money makes me hum]
[the mind factory—its give and take]
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What is Weird is Destiny
An Anti-Advertising Manifesto
Typography? No, Typogravy!
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