Igor Goldkind was raised in San Diego, California. He is a poet, author and lecturer in the areas of Computational Narrative and Speculative Realism. After studying philosophy at UCSC, in 1983 Goldkind moved to Paris to work as a radio journalist and study with Michel Foucault, the French Post-Structuralist scholar. Upon receiving a graduate degree from the Sorbonne, Goldkind moved to London where he worked first for Titan Books in the late 1980s as a marketing consultant and PR spokesperson. Here, Goldkind developed and promoted the term "graphic novel" as a way to sell the new comics being published at the time, like Watchmen, Maus and Dark Knight into the book trade. Goldkind has taught and lectured at Liverpool University, St. Martins School of Design, and the London College of Printing. Igor Goldkind's most recent work , IS SHE AVAILABLE?, incorporates poetry, art, music, and animation; a collaboration with over 25 artists from the comic, fantasy and fine art (as well as the jazz composer Gilad Atzmon) and is published by Chameleon Publishing. http://is-she-available.com Igor Goldkind continues to write with a forthcoming collection of short stories set in and around a computer environment as well as his first novel PLAGUE; about a mass dementia epidemic. He continue to be the creative mind behind projects that link computational technologies with art, education, and storytelling.
The Dark Cloud I am the Darkness. I am the Darkness. I am Oblivion. I am the Meaning of Meaning, Which is Nothing! I am contempt incarnate I am the self-loathing, the wriggling, The squirming of your soul. I am the reason you are suffering Because I enjoy the show. I am the Darkness. I am the Darkness. I am Oblivion. I am the Meaning of Meaning, Which is Nothing! I am the dropped eyes and fallen smile of your mother When she realizes what a little, masturbating shit you really are! I am sickness. I am despair. I am the hope you hide behind, Strangled in thin air. I am the Darkness. I am the Darkness. I am Oblivion. I am the Meaning of Meaning, Which is Nothing You are the particle, I am the physics You think you matter? I Am the Matter, Dark Matter! I am where all energy goes Entropy is my mistress and I fuck her every day I am Where you come from where everything comes from I am what comes to you all. I am where you go when you don’t really know, When you can’t recall who you are anymore. I am the Darkness. I am the Darkness. I am Oblivion. I am the Meaning of Meaning, Which is Nothing… Stop talking now. Stop thinking now. Stop loving and living and dying. Come with me now. Come with me now. Come with me now. There’s no denying what you already know, What you’ve known all along. I am the Darkness. I am the Darkness. I am Oblivion. I am the Meaning of Meaning, Which is Nothing . . . There’s no you. There never was. It was always Me. You are a just a trick of the lights that I own. You are nothing, You are the Nothing You are me. You belong to Me. Now come quietly now, Come take my hand, now. Out of the darkness, Out of the darkness, Out of the darkness, Where you belonged. Out of oblivion, Out of the meaning of Meaning, Out of the darkness, into your light And come home.
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