Casey Calvert: Pain Slut

Posted in Pornography, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , , on May 28, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle


As you are by now painfully aware, there two kinds of people in quarantine: the single and the partnered. I fall into the former category and as a result, find myself spending no small volume of time in the company of the very gorgeous Asa Akira. Continue reading

(I think) She Might Be Crying

Posted in poetry, sonnet with tags , on April 28, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle



The floor to ceiling hotel window is

A lidless, depthless, staring midnight eye

The bed’s reflection breaks along its gaze

Sheets rolling in a long, disordered line


Face down, the weave of hair conceals her face

As tattered heart’s words tumble to the carpet

I am complicit: dumb, and blunt and hard

Plumbing a womb of shit and barren darkness


Later: scrutinised by bathroom light

Sitting naked with my head in hands

Marooned in a field of arid, empty white

Revealed to be the object that I am


Next door: drooling, drunk and stoned and slurring

Maybe, words (I think) she might be crying

Tool and the Descanting of Galileo’s Mathematical Language of God

Posted in Music, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle



Galileo said that mathematics is the true language of God. Editions of the Koran, decorated with fields of geometric lines that can be seen in museums all over the Middle East – and the way those designs find their way into the ceilings of Mosques throughout that region – bear Galileo’s dictum out. Continue reading

Tool and the Descanting of Galileo’s Mathematical Language of God

Posted in Music, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle



Nothing locks a reader out of an article like hyperbolae, but it’s a struggle to find any terms other to describe what was experienced at Tool’s most recent Australian shows. Continue reading

Girl in the Rain at the Airport, at Night

Posted in poetry, sonnet with tags , , , on February 27, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle



Headlights blossom across the rainswept screen

As the rain hammers on the roof of the cab

When the rabble parts she’s suddenly seen

Dragging her little suitcase through the pack


Her lips, her brows and soundless bell of hair

Are as memory drew them, just the same; but

Her eyes are mercurial ghosts that skim the glare

And glide beneath the dappled shadows of the rain


My apprehensive kiss flows into a crude embrace

And the sharp breath through her nose is frustration

As she turns, looks out the window to hide her face

And disappointment corrodes my elation


Whether it’s love or courage, I hardly know

But this can only be perfect if I let her go.

Hitler, By Joachim Fest

Posted in Biography, Observation with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle


Now, more than ever, this is a book that needs to be read. Continue reading

Choke (2)

Posted in poetry, sonnet, violence against women with tags , , , on February 2, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle

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The sting in my hand from where I’ve struck her

The welt that’s swiftly rising on her thigh

The mark glaring through its suntanned lustre

The bolt of pain that taints her almond eye Continue reading

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