Tom Beckett

One Hundred Titles

Scantily Closed

Communicating Doors

Mirror Damage

Interiors Surround

Loud Oysters

Undone Songs

Omniscient Narrators get it on in 
the Bois de Boulogne

A Dick is a Strange Compass

Poem Beginning with a Line from Charlie McCarthy

The End is Extended

How Will We Assemble One Another?

The Thing is Unfolding

Next to You

I Don’t Feel Centered

Most of the Pronouns Have Left the Building

The Persistence of Uncertainty

Parsing Self-Evidence

Breaking Noise

The Nine Stages of the Decomposition of a Corpse

Buyer’s Remorse Code

Poem Beginning with a Line from a Mime

Parallel Memes

Civic Lesions

Session Twerk

Previous Versions of Reality

Default Settings

Spacing Out in Space

Did You Clock That?

What Accumulates Around Thought’s Erosion?

The Logic of Senselessness

Grammar is a Movie about Order
that’s been Playing for Thousands of Years

Parts and Holes are Desire’s Templates

Perception and Projection

Possession and Essentialism

I Know You are Watching Me

Coat Hanger Analyses

Cede Pretense

Trip Wire Sentience

Get a Grip!

Grow a Pear Tree

An Ecology of Appearances

Interstitial Music

Establishing Secure Disconnections

Individual White Noise Machine Envelope

What Does
One Know?

Are We Algorithms Yet?

Embrace Your Format

Click Here for Attachments

Pivotal Plot Twists

Shadow Rhymes

Super Spreader Discount Events

Broadcast Noise

Ever Notice what You Just Missed?

The Evanescence of Experience

Translate Objects

Conjugate Desire

Two False Cognates Walk into a Bar

It’s a Lot to Swallow

He hadn’t Always Wanted to be Somebody’s Girl

Teasing Boundaries

Surrounded by a Lack of Invagination

The Magnetic Effects of Interior Weather

Inside/Outside: There’s No Upside

Desire and Dread Walk into a Bar

On the Threshold of Dissolution

 Blue Asymmetries

An Erotics of Surrender

Bottoming Outward

Listen

Speak in Disappearing Ink

The Pathology of Partitions

Hallucinations Procrastinate Amongst Themselves

Contexts Collapse

Things and How They Seem

The Sedimentation of Sentimentality

Performative Perforations

My Body, My Ghosts

Late Light Snow Already Melting

He’s Beginning to Disappear

Hinged to Dispersal

Similarity Stops Here

Static Cling Inhibitions

Whose Skin Might This Be?

Scanning Barcodes

Retail Identity Poetics

Rescue Exhaler

Some of America’s Finest Malapropisms Stagger into a Bar

Autobiography of an Oxymoron

The End Continues

Prologue to a Study of Waiting 

To Be is Irregular

We Feel Approximate

Punch Lines Walk Off Set

Tattoos Submit Behind Closed Doors

A Mess Lives in Each of Us

Wholesale Identity Crisis Discount Warehouse Burns into the Night

Superego Waffles

Unconditional Indeterminacy

Lust and Listlessness

One Hundred and One Titles*

*Dear Reader, 
Please feel free, if so inclined, 
to borrow the above titles for your own work.
Cheers, TB

Tom Beckett: NOTES TO SELF

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