When Claudio Mordlust began to suspect that his wife was having an affair he killed her with his bare hands, strangling the life out of her in a fit of jealous rage.
Did I overreact? he asked himself afterwards. Was I just being paranoid? Was she innocent? After all, nothing was proved. But it was too [...]
Archive for December, 2006
Claudio
Posted in Love on December 29, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Dreadlocks the Time is Now
Posted in Poems on December 21, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
1
At the heart and centre of all things
where worlds collide
and separate
ghosts in the memory
blur the features
of a twisting shifting face
lost in a mystifying place
where truths seen in a mirror
lie to liars
a world of storms of plagues and wars
enslaved by death, doomed to decay
a transient and troubled world
sunk in the flesh
shone through
by sunlight splashed.
2
At the heart [...]
Zen Squad
Posted in Head Ballet on December 20, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
They let the killer come to them.
When he arrives . . . they’re there.
One chops wood. One carries water. One draws almost perfect circles freehand on white butcher’s paper. One rakes gravel. One arranges flowers. They are the calmest police possible, and refuse to theorise.
(Actually, they’re all mentally ill. The crimes that they investigate take [...]
Bonfire Dub
Posted in Poems on December 20, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
I’m standing by a bonfire on a beach
although I can’t find my way back there
I can almost feel its heat
oh me oh my oh me oh my
how time goes by.
I’m standing on a cliff beneath the moon
while the surf below explodes in foam
on a night like this with a girl like you
oh me oh my [...]
Safe As Milk
Posted in Class Warfare on December 20, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
High on a green and gently rounded hill the big house stands. It has stood there for many years, since long before the Civil War. Below it, in the morning light, the leafy tree-lined streets of Genreville spread out in a rectangular grid. Beyond them, where the world begins, on the edge of woods and [...]
It’s a Glass-Half-Empty World
Posted in Head Ballet on December 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
“Larkfarkle Darkmarkener?” he asked again, more urgently.
And for a third time I said, “What?”
We were both yelling by now. The line was awful. I had no idea what he was saying. Was it some kind of code? Who was he?
Then he rang off, with what sounded like a shriek.
I sat staring blankly at the phone [...]
Incense and Peppermints
Posted in Poems on December 18, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Jim used to know a girl called Sarah-Jane
(although in fact he never did
he’s just enamoured of the name)
and she was fair and sweet and kind
and she lived down by the harbour
in a Federation house
built out of sandstone, wood and slate
with stained-glass windows: it was great
and so was Sarah-Jane.
Her boyfriend’s name was Rodeo
(although that’s probably not [...]
Green Thumbs
Posted in Love on December 16, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Emphatico Muleforte was a land fisherman. He fished in meadows and on the side of roads and in public gardens, uncompromisingly avoiding the use of water at all times. His failure rate was perfect, and his heart was pure.
At the age of 27, penniless and on the brink of starvation, he was fishing in the [...]
Enmeshed in ever darkling coils
Posted in Poems on December 15, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Eclipse in Lathe sits by a fire
that gives off neither heat nor light.
Around her, creatures made of pure
embodied algorithm play.
They feed and mate and reproduce
and finally decay, unmourned
and unremembered: fractal waves
of transiently interlaced
non-linear potential dancing
in the flames of unreal fires.
They play and fade, melt and reform
each time more solid than before
like threads of story, strands [...]
Book Notes 2
Posted in Cinema on December 15, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
THE INCORPORATED MOVING PICURES STORY
PRE-1920 FILMOGRAPHY (cont.)
<insert in Chap 2, or work it up to stand alone?>
4. THE MAN WITH THE MONOCLE (68 min, dir. Floyd Boyfriend, 1919)
Thanks to the obsessive detective work of Grant K. Olson (Films When They Were Good: a history of missed chances and lost roads, New York, 1996; and Maplessness: [...]
