JG Thirwell (Foetus) Interview 1990

St. Andrew’s Hall, Detroit 10.13.1990
https://youtu.be/VWtKK_H7Ntw

This interview has been sitting on an 8mm video cassette for over 30 years. It’s not the greatest interview by any means. I was 19 and admittedly super nervous to be meeting an artist that I very much admire. You can tell that Mr. Thirwell is being extremely patient with me. The soundcheck was happening so a great deal of the interview is inaudible and has been edited.

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8mm Video from the
ARCANE PRODUCTION ARCHIVES (1988-1991)
DETROIT ANN ARBOR
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New Bloom – Lost Planet

Lost Planet
I don’t know where I’m going
I can’t remember where I’ve been
I landed here on this planet
And I’ve just been trying to fit in

I sit with every sunset
Chart the stars and draw the maps
Light the fires on nights I think are special
I keep on calling…

And I wake with every sunrise
Try to put it together best I can
I do it for the people I’ve fallen in with here
It was lonely so I’ve taken up with them.

And I don’t know where we’re going
Hate and greed may bring it to an end.
My soul was brought down on this lost planet.
Now our children carry the star with them.

So I wake with every sunrise
Try to listen to the spirits, the people and the land.
I light the fires on the nights I think are special.
While we spin I keep on calling…

*Eden Bloom, Spring 2022*

 

An Anathemist Assassin

Whether through survival response, forgotten intention or inherent design, some of us seem to be wired for discomfort and unease. Some of us have learned to seek it out.

Anathema, anathemus, anathemist.

It goes so far back, it is hard to tell if it is dis-ease, I or we who speaks as me. A Promethean enclave, a makeshift collective whose comfort is found most in hostile territory.

Exorcise, exorcist, excommunicate.

I, we, they have tried across decades to interrupt, disconnect, deride this drive. To cut through the treaties signed between I and I to survive. They are unaware these bonds are the only things that keep me free and alive.

Utility, utilitarianism, to be of use.

I dreamt we had a place, a purpose, a role to play, jagged tools weaponized for dire days. Made to walk barefoot on glass and loving every step. To move in ways you would never dare move. Hassan I Sabbah, I’ll take it to the grave with me.

Complete, completion, completist.
This is love. I, we wouldn’t have it any other way.

New! 7×7 Ltd Ed Eden Bloom Book

Preorder Now – This limited ‘supporters edition’ collection of poems, prose, spells, symbols, and schematics is a self-imposed attempt to pay respects and realign my creative expression with my current station in life. It also strives to address the environmental, social and political crises that have come to dominate our existence.

The 13 pieces included are recent, most put down during the pandemic. There is intentionality in the mix of metaphysical/visionary work and political/abolitionist commentary. The 13 images included are culled from decades of work. While self-referential this collection also aspires to respect influences, the people we live with, the spirits of the land, and the elemental forces I intuit. Questions of identity, belief, time and purpose emerge with race and place prominent throughout. Raising a ‘white’ family in the largest Black city in the US has made issues once distant more relevant.

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