Monthly Archives: September 2008
other sides
Infinite Thought, porn & a pig. & if you really want to do science-&-the-arts, transforms like this –invisibility to light = invisibility to waves–should make the structure of what you write. The formal & metaphorical possibilities are huge for young, … Continue reading
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written abroad
There’s this feeling that if I don’t capture something–take a photograph, write a paragraph–I will be “wasting” this trip. if I don’t record it, when I’m home again I’ll have forgotten most of it & won’t really have been anywhere. … Continue reading
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an imaginary review (2)
The humanity of the world is maintained only through constant effort. If you learn to grow flowers as a child–if you understand how quickly they die without water–you become a better adult. People think of love as a given. Love … Continue reading
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the aleph of east sheen
B knelt down to look at the foot of the wall. He seemed to have found something there among the ivy, the dead leaves, the litter of discarded condoms & wrappers trodden into the ground beneath the yews. After a … Continue reading
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dying to be someone
Competent or not, the other four-year-olds were aggressively in charge of themselves: they did up their own coats. I let an adult do mine, so I could remain preoccupied by the colour of the buttons. At eight, I was staring … Continue reading
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an imaginary review
In this curiously involuted thriller of the near future, the father is not dead but absent, if only temporarily. The son must act for him, whether he wishes to or not. They exist in the most ideal loop of anxiety, … Continue reading
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mars
Our ears were bleeding and one of us had lost an arm: but what did that matter ? We had arrived on Mars, simply by pinching the bridges of our noses and wanting be there.
Filed under fantasy, pictures, science fiction, writing
a visitor
A squirrel arrived on my balcony yesterday afternoon, carrying an unripe fig as big as its head, & tried to get in through the window. Each time it banged the fig against the glass, the glass produced a kind of … Continue reading
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on the couch
Simon Chapman reads “The East” at Starship Sofa.
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