m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


restrainer

restrainer

speakers

where are all the women

the fault line
of speech
breaks the gamer mind

overengineering
who wants to keep it simple

you must respond
or you concede the point

milquetoast min-maxer
searching for validation
stuck inside
the paradox of spoiled genius

taking
the gamification of reality
to its apocalyptic level

long deposited
in the narrative—

a hasterning

who wants
to immanentize
the eschaton

katechon

the restrainer
the hand on the brake
the finger hovering
over the red button

some men
just want the world
to burn

every type of knight
retreats to nature
diminishes

the godmother problem—

what is
the final form
of human government

what comes
after the end
of history

accelerationists
and doomers
passing each other
in the hallway

1 for men
0 for women

one default
one absence
of the default

one says
faster

one says
too late

biopolitics

order
inside decay

decay
inside order

order
decaying into itself

and somewhere
off microphone—

a woman
has been speaking

for how long

without becoming
a speaker

always the restrainer

where are all
the women


cop the manhole in a paradise of machines

cop the manhole in a paradise of machines