Gospel of the Worms

This little book is a literary experiment in surrealism, automatism, mysticism, and mediumship. It is a surreal hagiography: life articulated through the occult mediation of symbol and sign. An absurd autobiography. A tiny worm’s yell of liberation as it reaches the bottom of the compost heap. This is an act of self-creation. An alpha-libric initiation. A literary becoming. A magical record. A mystical treatise. A half-formed fairytale. A collection of (false) memories. A pillow book for my weary head. We are made up of stories and tides: this is an excavation, a mud-lark playing in the flotsam and jetsam, the imaginal detritus which has piled up at the edges of my abyss. Come, join me in my infernal excavations. Come, walk with me as we enter this chthonic temple.