Louis James

Welcome

I'm Louis, a writer and artist based in the north of England. I seek out and explore notions of transformation, paradox, and suffering through the merger of poetic, philosophical, and abstract modes.

Yet there is no real philosophy here. No real poetry. Just nothingness pretending to be someone.

Works

• Correspondences, forthcoming
• Machines Without Bones, 2025
• Strange Job, 2024
• watergoat.lol
• Generative Considerations, 2023, unpublished
• Letter to a Wren, 2022, unpublished
• Algorithmic Experiments, ~2020
• Otherness, Storying Sheffield, 2014

Wych Elms

Outside of matter, all is music: Two saplings and an elder, Dyed leaves, northern, Blonde, soft voice and skin, considers his beauty, Feminine—takes time to select concoctions. Silent brother—taller and solemn—attached to mother, smooth bark, trunk, back: Saplings flank the elder.

Other

Outside of matter, all is music; God Himself is merely a sonorous hallucination.

– E. M. Cioran

They said, 'You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as they are! The man replied, 'Things as they are Are changed upon the blue guitar!' And they said then, 'But play, you must, A tune beyond us, yet ourselves, A tune upon the blue guitar Of things exactly as they are!'

– Wallace Stevens