[W]here with Lovecraft we might retain an iota of sanity if there was a singular void in which to drift, in the Negarestanian case, where we are permeated by a scourge of voids, where becoming is the energetic entrails of a long dead One, there is only the operational chasm between affect space and metaphysics, between the half-translucent cerebral rattle of consciousness, and the darkness of onto-epistemological indistinction. The chasm being the interior gnawing and the yawning exterior.

- Ben Woodard, from "Leper Creativity: Cyclonopedia Symposium"

It is time that we turn to the divine Other outside of correlationism, to discover again its nature and to witness its truth as creator and sustainer of worlds . . . Only on the basis of divine creation can the radical contingency of the world and its openness to its own miraculous nature be fully thought.

- Noah Horwitz, from "Reality in the Name of God"

To be ‘open’ in this way is to be the host of, and host to, the ()hole “Un-life of War” (and incursions of “the Outside” as such) by becoming host and home to the unhomely, unheimlich, or what the Greeks called the “omichle: the darkness of fog, mist, [and] dust-clouds” -- becoming, in short (at long last), the very Fog, Aer or Ae[th]er-net[work] of War.

- Dan Mellamphy & Nandita Biswas Mellamphy, from "Leper Creativity: Cyclonopedia Symposium"

We might think, also, of literature as a kind of living and open signaling system, endlessly looping (even when interrupted by static, worms chewing on the wires, bad translators, fire, and floods), that could also be described as a “territorial assemblage,” one that enables an endless series of aparallel relations within and across various temporal zones that are, in some sense, always here with us now and also located in the Great Outdoors.

- Eileen A. Joy, from "Animal, Vegetable, Mineral"

I suggest that Chaucer turned to female characters ... to think through his own passivity in relation to a textual history that allowed him to go only so far. Perhaps in his darker moods, he felt himself trapped by his own materials, moved on by them against his other wishes, and he found a mirror in women he made to live, to die, to marry, he and they caught up in systems that required their obedience without giving them any meaningful chance to say no.

- Karl Steel, from "Dark Chaucer"