Odile Strik's Blog, page 2
November 26, 2023
2023.11.25
Tired of argumentation and justification. Hiccups are just as valuable in the grand scheme of things. Are you going to take that sweet truth to your grave? Will it nestle snugly between your desiccated shins? Will you wield it against the wraiths like some shining blade? Might as well vomit out your guts with your […]
April 14, 2023
Fly on the Windscreen
They can’t even keep them open all at once but I have what I need huh do I need to getting used to surrounding to myself during the whole thing maybe that’s a bit much I guess whatever comes to us without form or shape Nom de guerre grafting at an awkward join the sounds […]
March 10, 2023
She’ll be back
In which Business Goth and Starry Goth fight over a limp guy.
December 30, 2022
Little Jennie
Little Jennie A Play in Five Acts DRAMATIS PERSONAE GENEVIEVE: a mother, a demonJENNIE: a daughter, a demon ACT ONE (Two women are sitting on a stage, facing each other, as a single spotlight comes on, illuminating the space between them. Behind the stage, a text message in large blocky capitals is projected, the letters […]
September 13, 2022
Mein Gift wäre ich los
Giftedness is a Gift you need to get rid of. It’s a poison that sticks to your skin, and when you look in the mirror all you see is the unfulfilled promises of a naive childhood. It’s a neurotoxin that debilitates your proper sense of self and your connectedness to the world. You never asked […]
September 5, 2022
Spoonfed
(((This essay builds heavily upon our original essay about Iain Banks’ The Wasp Factory, “No Control”. Both essays contain major spoilers about the novel, and descriptions of murder, animal cruelty, and body horror, among other sensitive topics. You can read the essays in any order. I’ve given up on trying to impose an optimal order within […]
August 23, 2022
Fate’s Wondrous Game
We are writing of ecstasy and grief. Of everything changing, but nothing truly becoming lost. Of life being fucking weird.
March 16, 2020
The Masque of the Black Death
This text started growing a few years ago. It grew large and lay dormant for a time. When the masks began to assert themselves, it woke, and stirred. And now that the mask of the Plague is in sight again, this text is mutating, growing new limbs, a time hybrid. In this form, this unexpected […]
July 16, 2019
Ace of Cups
When you have a hysteric personality (disorder), like I do, all the world is a stage. Because it is impossible to truly come to terms with the fundamental emptiness at the core of my being and still live, I cloak myself in shimmering dark iridescent vestments, and wear a multitude of masks, painted in the […]
November 7, 2018
The Symbolic Order of Life and Manhood
This is a sketch of the Symbolic Order of Life and Manhood. It is a schema for structuring the understanding of reality that is applied, to varying degrees, by many past and present people of any gender. I do not claim or believe that it is universal – I am not versed well enough in […]
