behind the nib of sleep

This post has been amended, pending investigation into possible po-facedness. Sleep. No, not the recumbent John Giorno from Warhol’s 321 minute anti-film – premiering to nine people in total in a Manhattan loft on January 17th, 1964, two of whom fled within its first hour – but the absence of it. The dessication of selfContinue reading “behind the nib of sleep”