She was visualizing herself as a GIF. The beach was suddenly there but didn’t smell like salt. It smelled of burning plastic and cheap cotton candy. The sand was a neon-pink dust that stained everything it touched, and right in the middle of it sat lovely/lonely Penelope, looking like a high-fashion action figure that someone had forgotten in a vice-grip.

Esoterrorist is a publication that, much like its creator Genesis P-Orridge, refuses to be confined by definition or category, inhabiting a space that is deliberately unstable. In approaching its content, we have chosen to translate it into the form of a cut up, a process of dismantling and reassembling words that finds its origins in the experiments first of Brion Gysin and then William S. Burroughs.

A bilingual collection of poems in English and French, its title alludes to the brief span of time the two singers, poets, and at the time even romantic partners, Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine, spent weaving these verses together.