New Issue of Distinctively Dionysian — The Hum

From Distinctively Dionysian

Some frequencies never announce themselves, yet bend the air around everything they touch… currents without station, without signal, only a saturation of presence. The Hum, as it’s named in the new issue, is not metaphor, not mood, nor is it theory draped in allure. It is the low, persistent resonance that precedes language, slips beneath thought, et threads itself through lives that will not be explained.
This issue is an immersion in that frequency: subterranean, sensuous, souverain. It does not illustrate; it arrives as traces—traces of life inhabited rather than performed. It does not belong to discourse but to résonance. The atmosphere here is not argued; it is lived… comme un parfum que l’on ne peut pas nommer.
This last issue of summer moves through Clarice Lispector et Rimbaud, drifts into Agamben and Blanchot, brushes against Marguerite Duras, Han Shan, and Diogenes, lingers with Michel Serres et Salomo Friedlaender, and slips at last through Genet et Sarrazin… into Taoist fragments, fugitive gestes, refusals, et le murmure souverain beneath any articulation. These are not portraits but passages. Not homage, but movement — composed from within the hum itself, always returning to my dérive.
The Hum is available now. The first issue of Fall ’25, the upcoming Lore et Disorder begins mailing Oct.1

 

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Since the last issue, The Radiant Void… traveling, playing, writing.

Outside the stale, stuttering timeline are places that break the seal, where life moves in stranger, richer currents. Like Poland, Romania is one of them: étrangement ensorcelée, where language thickens and atmosphere overtakes architecture. Since I already shared on Poland: Bine ați venit în Sibiu, România. In Sibiu, earth-rich markets et unadorned meals give way to narrow streets where time thinned et afternoons folded into nights under sun-drenched façades, with the faint ghost of Dada flickering through alleyways. Not far from Cluj-Napoca, just a two-hour journey into the land’s unsettled edge, lies Hoia Forest, which lingers in mémoire. Its trees stand wiley like unfinished formes, twisting mid-step in a danse no one was meant to see. The air is older than the city of course, et is threaded with the wildest tales of vanishings, wandering lights, et noises without origin.
Like much of Eastern Europe, Romania is not mystery for spectacle’s sake, but a rare concentration of présence: dense, untranslatable, et entirely itself. The wild Carpathians still whisper with lore et disorder. Leaving the forest, the road bends west across open fields et low hills, the horizon widening until it spills into the squares of Timișoara, where Austro-Hungarian façades in colors too soft to be accidental still hold the faintest traces of revolt. Cafés dérivent into wide squares with Romanian, Hungarian, et German folding together. Even in its most modern form, the city does still carry a restless undertow… something akin to the margins back home, something that refuses to be civilisé.
Somewhere between those trees et the underlit caverns, The Hum began to write itself. And now it awaits you. Travel holds me in ‘the hum’ like nothing else… not as escape, not as desertion, but as a shifting of the ground beneath my feet, loosening what clings.

 

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Speaking of desertion… alongside The Hum runs another thread: Dancing in the Backwoods, a five-book constellation.

A series, yes, but more a movement, just beyond the visible edges of Backwoods Journal, orbiting the same starless terrain. I had not picked up Backwoods, Zerzan’s Against Civilization, various writings of cher Bellamy, nor Michel Serres in some time. With all the love et thanks to cher Vincent, Seymour — merci! — mon doux Jae, et le brillant et tant manqué Bellamy, I skipped down that windy road once again. Returning to those reads reminded me of what had always struck me so clearly: that my perspective breathes in such a different atmosphere altogether… one that was worth writing down. It is a divergence long-formed, yet one that engages aspects of anti-civ, ‘green anarchisme’, and related terrains from an angle I have never encountered elsewhere (though always wished to).

 
So I wrote my cosmology down.
 
Dancing in the Backwoods is neither critique nor variation, but breathing where thought has thinned the air. Without mythic innocence, nostalgia, or allegiance, it stands in full flourish at the margins of my favorites. These books are reverberations, not arguments; gestes, not manifestos. A way of living long inhabited, written in my own weather… tout parfum et rupture. To set it down, at long last, is a pleasure. I believe the Dionysian and Madame Simone readers will savor it.
A separate update will follow with more on the series Dancing in the Backwoods, including ordering links and the new website.

 

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For this moment, The Hum, dernier souffle of summer, begins mailing today. Copies are ready to find their way. I was hoping to link you to the new Bacchus site, but Apio-cats MyOwn issues are still be listed in the bookshop section, along with other treats like Renzo Novatore -translations that have never been published, now in a beautiful hardcover book. (The site is so very close to complete!) For now, do as you do, et send for Dionyisan here.
Dancing in the Backwoods’ Books I–III (The Feral Masquerade, The Soil Remains Intoxicated, et Nothing Is Innocent) are available for pre-order, shipping begins September 1. Books IV–V (Wild Ethics of Maternal Presence et The Disloyal Animal) — also available for pre-order with  shipping beginning Sept.15th
The Next issue of Distinctively Dionysian, Lore & Disorder, begins mailing October 1.

 

Merci pour votre patience, mes chéris. I hope you are all well.
—XO
·✦· Fíona

Comments

anon (not verified) Sun, 08/24/2025 - 09:43

i wish "anarchists" in the 21st c. had a greater passion for bomb-hurlding over peddling whiny hipster word salad bullshit. this outfit has been selling this stuff on novatore for decades now...it's all pie in the sky...the great "ought be"

9:43 (not verified) Sun, 08/24/2025 - 17:13

In reply to by anon (not verified)

Know nothing, ay? I know what I've sacrificed for worthless "comrades." You cowards, you dilettantes. Spectral architects of miragic chaos, spending your lives conjuring fabricated fantasies of destruction from the serene safety of your screens, as if daring to ignite revolutions were some worthwhile goal or even game for the privileged, bored, and the dis(hyper)connected.

The words. The astonishingly apollonian. Mere hipster incantations—you dance dangerously close to incitement, to murder, yet the bodies remain inert. Cocooned in comfort, revealing that rebellion is just a theatrical performance staged within the confines of a sterile waiting room or queue.

The obsession with revolutionary terror and political upheaval...The vain belief that the act of typing incendiary slogans suffices to shake the world. The shock and confusion and multiple ongoing genocides and deatha of beautiful cultures, of worlds. Oblivious that true chaos demands the fear and sacrifice and courage to confront something beyond the your keyboards sanctuaries.

K (not verified) Thu, 08/28/2025 - 21:35

In reply to by anon (not verified)

Wish on Buster. Be the change you want to be or move on lol. You can't control people....

anon (not verified) Mon, 08/25/2025 - 09:22

i went to comment about the main post just a bit negatively, but after reading this lame-ass comment of puffed-up bullshit, nevermind. it is the bang-your-head-against-the-wall-i'm-more-miltant-than-everyone-else shit that is the most atrocious "anarchist" tendency, NOT thinking and writing. sorry bub. anyway, my favorite anarchists have always pushed in the physical space as well as ideas. they are not mutually exclusive moron. also, you have no idea what people do in their lived lives. and also, cops, ice agents, and nazis are not the only targets out there. there are so many. twenty-first century "anarchists" bore the fuck outta me.

anon (not verified) Mon, 08/25/2025 - 13:38

In reply to by anon (not verified)

there's armed national guard troops deployed in cities and multiple ongoing genocides but ig we just need to do more thinking and writing. and by writing i mean selling expensive paper to other nerds in your echo chamber.

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 13:16

In reply to by anon (not verified)

There's no "false binary" and since you insist on misinterpreting me, "let me be very clear":

This bourgeois word-salad designer zine nonsense and most others like it are not run by anarchists, and criminals, but petty bourgeois art nerds and drunks who wouldn't even attempt to combat authority if it chained them down naked.

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 14:05

In reply to by anon (not verified)

The funniest part is how confidently you posture about people you clearly don’t know. Your picture of this outfit is so far off it borders on parody. You have no idea who you’re talking about and couldn’t be further from the truth.

You throwing around “bourgeois,” “poser,” “hipster” like goofy charms to ward off what you can’t grasp is lazy and the vocabulary of someone who mistakes their own bitterness for insight. You only expose how little you’ve lived outside your own rut.

Your slogans and full-blown fantasies of militancy and the chest-beating about who is “real” and who is not have always been the mark of the smallest players.

It’s too funny that you don’t know who you’re talking about. And you never will. You couldn't touch their lives or their actions if you tried.

One thing is for sure: the only stage left for you is this comment box. Cringe.

Keep up the great writing, DD. Sending ours for trade, looking forward to the next free issue.

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 14:24

In reply to by anon (not verified)

I assure you that I am familiar with these folks on an interpersonal level and that there is no bumb-hurdling going on. But it wasn't my intention to make this personal. You have to call this pair out to make the example.

For example, Fiona as a Novatore figure. Is she robbing jewelers and banks and shooting cops? Is Wolfi? No. They're not. They never will. They'll just do zines and drift amongst punk houses for the rest o' dayz. That's why they make a good example.

What's the deal with obsessing over, writing, selling material on anarchist terrorists your whole life in a continent where zero relevant anarchist terrorism has been happening for two decades or longer? I understand the role of the imagination and fiction and literature in having some "jouissance" in this life, that's fine. But it's all a lot of "ought to be" when the only thing stopping anyone from putting poetry into motion is the risk of personal harm.

That's the reason for continually highlighting sacrifice. I get the caricature you're painting of the overeager, warboy anarchist leftoid. I get the danger of the false dichotomies. My question is so straightforward regardless: why are the kinds of milieus in NA that produce zines like DD not capable in this period of also producing the militants and bomb-hurdlers needed for anarchists to assert their own desires on this society, in a self-legislative manner, by any means available?

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 14:58

In reply to by anon (not verified)

The funniest part is how you posture with such certainty about people you have never once encountered. You have built a puppet show of “pairs” and “types” that exists only in your own head. Dionysian contributors are not squatting in your punk-house caricature or living in the petty scripts you are desperate to project, least of all the editor. The idea that she exists in the squat of your imagination is *hysterical*. She lives far outside anything you could picture and certainly beyond your ridiculous notions of illegality, which obviously will not be discussed here. The more you try to paint any of them into your tiny boxes, the more you expose how little you actually know or see.

And speaking of “them,” Apio is not Dionysian and never has been. Shows how much you know. No one buys your bluster about “knowing them interpersonally.” Some of us actually do, so your grotesquely inaccurate picture makes your claims look pathetic.

And here we reach the most absurd part of your performance: your obsession with “militants and bomb-hurdlers.” You write as if zines were supposed to churn out action figures for your fantasies. That question alone proves how unserious you are. You confuse literature with a training manual, imagination with an assembly line.

Those who act, act. And they don't advertise it on the internet. Those who whine about “why aren’t there more bomb-hurdlers” stay right where you are: anonymous, pounding out commentary with a vocabulary borrowed from yesterday’s failures.

Your fixation on sacrifice and terrorism as proof of “authenticity” is not radical. It is juvenile. It reveals nothing but your inability to recognize what creation actually is. Dionysian and its editors are not here to stage your warboy daydreams. They are here to publish, to create, to live, in ways you cannot even begin to imagine.

Your comments expose only your resentment for what you cannot touch. That bitterness clings to every lazy slogan you throw around, aimed at a life you will never know. Meanwhile Dionysian and its editors continue, publishing, living and creating, and you remain what you are: an anonymous warboy fantasist, rattling the bars of your comment box because it is the only barricade you will ever reach.

lumpy (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 15:12

In reply to by anon (not verified)

uhh ...because media projects are way downstream from anything that produces political violence?

for every random ghost-hacking that produces a militant in total isolation (a phenomena almost completely exclusive to the far right because their shit isn't based in reasoned argument), there were 1000 militants created by simple material conditions, most of whom, never read any anarchist shit.

turbo-charging mental illness with thinly veiled appeals to death cults and blood gods isn't a worthy goal, or very anarchist in my view but it also mostly works on people who aren't very media savvy, don't understand anti-authoritarian analysis and are basically just looking for somewhere to punch down and feel like the main character for the first time in their miserable lives.

punching up is much harder, requires more capacity, almost always means hardened targets, which means you need training and hardware, you can't get very far by tricking angry, feral kids in to rolling the death cult dice. crowd sourcing angry dumbasses produces extremely low-quality results, obviously. it's good enough for MAGA but nowhere near good enough for the beautiful idea

anyway, to me, your question reads like you're asking why wolfi's little writing projects don't cause more successful anarchist moonlandings after prompting a well funded anarchist space program.

anon (not verified) Mon, 08/25/2025 - 20:00

What's this pedant nerd on trust funds doing in Timisoara, Romania? Gap Year travel with the usual WWOOFing long stays?

But you're missing the train! Serbia is where the shit's going down these days, like as we speak. And yes you also got plenty of colorful Art Nouveau facades of the Habsburg empire in the northern Serbian towns if that's the late 19th century hipster LARPing that makes you horny. And don't ask me what was my trick to have super cheap trains across the Balkans, I'll let you pay full price like the good civilized normie you are, POSER.

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 15:43

In reply to by lizard (not verified)

Just following an anarchistic way of travelling (like through fare dodging/bribing, lifting, wild camping, free meals and other DIY shit) instead of the same-old boring normie tourism of pay-for-everything doesn't make one "revolutionary moralist". It's just lived anarchy.

More like an actual Novatoresque Dyonesian way of being. But feel free to keep performing for the peanut gallery, on how you understand the meaning of dyonesian, have read some philosophy book n other edgy shit. Lucrative business, maybe.

anon (not verified) Tue, 08/26/2025 - 15:09

In reply to by anon (not verified)

Check out the cosplaying circle-A authority, rattling off train routes and tourist trivia as if that makes them dangerous. You sound less like someone “where the shit’s going down” and more like a lonely TripAdvisor review with delusions of militancy. The sneers about trust funds and gap years are the funniest part of your projections. You imagining caricatures because you have nothing real-life to offer exposes the depth of YOUR LARPing and how desperate you are to pass off bitterness as credibility.

They aren’t your academic backpacker fantasy nor bougie hipster caricature,. NERD.

What is it with rando commenters here? Clueless beyond measure.

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