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"𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗 . . ." 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑; 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙸'𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 - 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 - 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ". . . 𝙳𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗 . . ." 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟸, 𝟷𝟽𝟽𝟼.

- Samuel R. Delany from ᴅʜᴀʟɢʀᴇɴ (1975). --Artwork by Dean Ellis.

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I wrote an extensive essay-article acting as both an introduction to general OCD and a personal account of my experiences dealing with harm OCD in particular; feel free to read—this is technically a ‘first draft,’ but I felt it was enough to convey my thoughts & the information necessary to gain an understanding alone.

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Untitled July 8 + 9 (2025) by Omar Zefier

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My ‘collection’ of migraine poems is on Substack in its entirety—the article above is a navigation page containing all 6 links/days; feel free to read and share, and to read the introduction delving into the context of these poems and how they’d came about.

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‘No Longer Mourning What’d Been’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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Monad by Omar Zefier - June 27, 28, July 2, 3, 4

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‘I’d Smashed My Glasses in Half’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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My current read: a New Directions Publishing release of César Aira’s The Little Buddhist Monk / The Proof—2 novellas in 1 release, legendary; I’ve only began reading this last night, it’s lovely controlled chaos—I’ll be finishing the first half, The Little Buddhist Monk, later today; prior to this, I’d only read Aira’s Ghosts, and it’s dramatically different than The Little Buddhist Monk—Monk actually feels Pynchonesque to me, but I’ll elaborate on that with my review soon; my bookmark says HPB, but I’ve never been to any Half Price Books location before, nor have I purchased from their website, this was a bookmark given to me by BetterWorldBooks, and it was from a previous purchase not at all correlating with my Aira copy I’d purchased from WorldOfBooks.

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Pictured here is the small, dollar-value haul I’d picked up today at my local used-item thrift location a few minutes away from home—both classics; I’m a sucker for the Modern Library editions, they’re my favorites, with Vintage International Publishing editions of the past being a close second runner up; and, for the record, I’m not too confident in Penguin editions of classic literature, I’m very picky about certain things, mostly translation, but as we’re all aware, Austen wrote in English, so translation wouldn’t have been an issue, with the only situation left to resolve being determining whether this is a complete copy or an abridged text—flipping through it, I figured out that mine is complete, and so I snatched it up; I’m not terribly interested in Austen’s work, but I’d like to start somewhere with something that isn’t Pride and Prejudice as that seems to be the main text, apart from Sense and Sensibility, that everyone starts hounding for—and no, it isn’t because she’s a woman author, but because of the premises of many of her works never struck me as interesting, and I’d like to change that; but now that I’m on the topic of women-authored literature, thanks to New Directions Publishing :) , I’ve read quite a couple books penned by a couple brilliant authors: Inger Christensen, Marlen Haushofer, Ingeborg Bachmann, and will begin my first Yoko Ogawa text soon this year: The Housekeeper and the Professor.

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‘The Thing That Pushes Me’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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‘Retreated to My Velvet Shadow, Expected’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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‘Can’t Suffer in Public’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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‘Listen Closely, This Here Isn’t Pain’ by Omar Zefier, from Post-migraine Poems: an Easily Digestible Sextuplet for Any Aspiring Kronos

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Announcement(?):

During the suffering of a migraine I experienced several days ago, I decided to distract myself from the pain by writing a couple poems by hand in a journal of mine that I'd began formerly with the intention of converting into a diary I've no longer the patience to keep up with--and with this idea I'd hatched at the time, I sat myself down with a hand to my face whilst my other hand penned away: I'd completed six short-sweet poems in total before running out of energy as I'd not eaten that day until much later in the evening (and much to my surprise [I'm joking,] each poem is about having a migraine); today, I've decided to type these out and edit what I can while keeping these short for the sake of accessibility--I'd like to display my style and manner of writing while allowing these poems to be 'digestible' to anyone stumbling upon my work, anyone checking it out before my previous more denser works are published--let's see how this concludes; I'll be posting these one-by-one every day until the 6th.

See you all there, if anyone cares to look.

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June 27 - hauntology

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“Neither do Zeus nor the stars, as Plotinus says, remember or even learn; “memory is for those that have forgotten”, that is to say, for us, whose “life is a sleep and a forgetting.”

— Ananda K. Coomaraswamy, “Symbols”

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A Review-analysis of Kanye's New Slaves

I've had this thought in mind for a week or so, but I was waiting on the proper time to actually go into the process of giving a thorough analysis, and so, the time has come--I've been typing up my Metaphysics of Dreams for a while, and I've realized that I've been neglecting my Substack for quite some time now, so here we are, I've released a review-analysis of probably one of my favorite songs from Yeezus; enjoy--share, like, subscribe, anything's fine--and be sure to refer back to my analysis and link it in the description if anyone decides to build off from this or makes some kind of post and/or video pertaining to this New Slaves analysis--thank you.