Locus is a free-verse of nightmare imagery, a declaration of the horror of man’s inhumanity to man, and a message on the violent synthesis of one’s present, future, and base urges into a unified whole of a human being, an imploding satori so to speak.
It’s narrative is stream of consciousness style, with literary and pronounced cultural, religious and psychological allusions, as well as dream associations, crafted around a linear plot. It is a painting executed in words, somewhat driven by my aleatory style, only I’ve cast words onto paper then redressed them, removing, paring down, illuminating here, until producing a unified whole, eliciting emotion in montage.
There are instances of explicit language and again, instances, of sexual content.
'a schizo-poetic montage exploring the themes of the gnostic and the modern subconscious, through depth and archetypal psychology.'
strong sexual content and language