MJ OVERMAN: The Knowing Artifice of Friedrich Nietzsche and MJ Lenderman
As exciting as Nietzsche’s ideas are to the music Tragic in me, I confess that I have no love for Wagner.
Kissing Kens
Instead, the Sydney youth night culture gravitates towards Newtown, popular with queer 20-somethings and teens.
Is Being Gay Cool Now?
Or maybe it’s not the fact of ‘gayness’ itself that’s cool, but the cultural cachet earned from having gay people in your social circle, however tenuous or protracted that proximity might be?
Thinking Inside The Box
The noise of the alarm is screeching. It's insistent, it’s ringing louder than my voice. Somebody else has to hear it. Someone has to find me.
I Have So Much To Tell You
In primary school I had a project on endangered animals. I chose the butterfly fish and made him the star of my live-action film.
Becoming Pink
My dance with the Pink Masked Woman was my access point into a side of my feminine that had been curled into a ball, rolling from place to place.
Implosionworld
Through the settling rubble, an epic collage of pop singer-songwriting opus, Taylor Swift, chimes in and is unphased.
Inner West Uber Pool
“I hated my old job. I was holed up in an office, and all of the people I worked with only talked about work. Work work work. I hated it.”
Gone Fishin’
Borrowed rods balanced between our fingers, lines disappearing into the dark like quiet questions.
The Universe is Not in the Cedars
So when I find my mouth drying up, when I want to substitute the sun for an egg yolk in the sky, I count it time to get to nature.
An (Un)fortunate Telling
Two chairs sat on either side of a tiny white table that was furnished by a lone candle and one of those acrylic shields they have on the counter at the bank—a sneeze guard, if you will.
Bodily Vessels
This work explores the intersection between the process of death and the human body through a contemporary reinterpretation of the funerary urn.
I have never conceptualised hell.
It exists inside sentences and Renaissance paintings; mouths prised open by angels, bodies arranged like furniture with the aesthetic restraint of oil paint.
Blue Space
Quasi‑cyclical with air, pulled in lulls by the moon, water holds the impossible capacity of chaos and order—of infinity.