ZAK FERGUSON

by Zak Ferguson

Enter the world of the Multi-Dysfunctional Narrative-Verse, where narratives bid, in their scope and lunacy, for dominance on the books page. Where Latin is being damaged and used to make the author seem smarter than he is (or she or Xe or it is?) and where one-story leaks into another. 

by Zak Ferguson

"Zak Ferguson has written verses full of the shrill cries— the secret codes— and tricks of spit spray and skeletal frames— material worth reading. Poetry as pleasure buttons— the soft tissues— the synthesis of Alcools and Anabasis— muscle." – Shane Jesse Christmass (Author of BELFIE HELL).

By Zak Ferguson

Incantations come in various genres. I am being serious. They do. If they are weaved into science fiction, it is entitled, futurist optimism/or futurist pessimism, dependent upon the character speaking/thinking.

  by Zak Ferguson

"So it begins, book-objects emerging from the Covid-19 UK lockdown and beyond. Artbook. Yes. That word.

Life is a rough draft. I still don’t know what the fuck Nietzsche means by eternal return. What I do know: TEXTURESs by Zak Ferguson makes me feel alive." -R.G. Vasicek, author of THE DEFECTORSEAR 

 by Zak Ferguson 

Images can illicit such strong responses.

Image Don't Cry is a visual, prosaic, anarchic, pointless experiment (much like everything he does) by Zak Ferguson.

 by Zak Ferguson 

 "A singular and fascinating writer" - Dennis Cooper, (Author of I WISHED and THE MARBLED SWARM)

a novel by Zak Ferguson

 "Zak's experiential text is deceptively simple; ... it draws us in, to find our own ghost staring back; in Zak's delirium we find our own, but this isn't therapy, its magick. I loved it." -
Tom Bland, Author of CAMP FEAR 

  by Zak Ferguson

my suicide note

I am dead.

I am dying.

Nobody will mourn me.

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I want to at least be given a chance to bully, harass, or harm these people that fashion words to suit their moods and vile intents.

  by Zak Ferguson (Introduction & Cover Art by Kenji Siratori) 

  We are inflections of mirrored images slowed, sped up, layered, burnt into each other .

We are the time-delay, the curls of vapour, beautiful colours unrecorded and unseen by human eyes, we are those colours, and we are also the witnesses of such colours.

 by Zak Ferguson 

These words are from projects, that are all dislocated, disparate, listless, just existing as they are for months at a time; fuelled by inspiration or a need to conform and adhere and supplicate like the little piss artist I am.

 by Zak Ferguson & Paul Warren

An experimental manifesto, taking minor things, and imbuing them with a heightened sense of purpose, a volatile shock to the page, obliterating the page, with images and words, playing, shifting, confusing not only the reader but the book as an art object, and its overall place in literature.

  by Zak Ferguson

"Zak Ferguson is the love child of no one and nothing, a self-made mutation, an unstoppable force, a literary outlaw of underground fiction. Every page of My Cerebral Meat pulsates with anarchic energy." Paul Curran (Author of Generation Bloodbath)

  by Zak Ferguson

“Zak Ferguson’s exTERIORs of an Autistic Mind... is at once autofiction, science fiction, comedy, experimental notebook, teleplay, metafiction, textual concretism, Thanatos, Eros, and, simply put, provocation."

-Andrew C. Wenaus (Author of The Literature of Exclusion: Dada, Data, and the Threshold of Electronic Literature)

 by Zak Ferguson 

A performance artist is left contemplating his art, his legacy, his purpose in society and the universe, when a recent performative piece (centred on cutting his virginial left wrist) reveals a religious light.

"A singular and fascinating writer." - Dennis Cooper

  by Zak Ferguson

“Maximalist to the hilt and as expressive as a gob of milky spit in the face of a court-ordered psychiatrist, this is a book to live within and with, an author to keep close.” - Grant Maierhofer (Author of PERIPATET, GAG, CLOG))