Houses built on bridges are scandals. A bridge wants to not be. If it could choose its shape, a bridge would be no shape, an unspace to link One-place-town to Another-place-town over a river or a road...
Things are going up in fire and never been there. When she looked no wiser he said, There was a warehouse in Finchley. Round between the bath shop and the Pizza Hut. I know there was because I used to...
Le lapidi erano banali, parevano chiedere scusa ai defunti.
Into sleep's benthos and deeper. A slander that the deepest parts are lightless. There are moments of phosphor with animal movement. Somatic glimmers, and in the trench of sleep those lights were tiny...
I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefull...
But the powerful and respected party right, particularly Stalin, went so far in the direction of moderation as to support a merger of Bolsheviks and Mensheviks - the proposal of Irakli Tsereteli, the...
Time was doing what time always does, going faster & faster as if downhill.
Ils se laissèrent porter en direction du nord, vers la gare de Perdido. Ils tournaient lentement, revigorés par cette présence urbaine massive, profane, en dessous d'eux, par ce lieu fécond, grouillan...
In North Pittman is a particularly striking theology. There, one church memorably teaches that if all the trains were to be still, together, for one moment, if there were no rails percussing the iron...
Staggering out of Language, into language
That's what gets converts these days, Baron said. It's a buyers' market in apocalypse. What's hot in heresy's Armageddon.
Lenin turned to page 2 of the Neue Zürcher Zeitung. There, a short report informed of a revolution in Petrograd. Lenin, too, looked u in thought, his eyes wide.
In those late days of summer, as the right ruminated a cleansing, there flourished a millennial indulgence.
Tutte le note erano come a strati, un palinsesto di interpretazione in progresso. Feci archeologia.
Rude creatures emit slime and phosphorescence and move with flickerings of unclear limbs. The logic of their forms derives from nightmares.
I admit defeat. I’ve been trying to present these events with a structure. I simply don’t know how everything happened. Perhaps because I didn’t pay proper attention, perhaps because it wasn’t a narra...
He glanced beyond the walls, at the strange night, in which gods were ignored and memories were out hunting the future.
And even if you’re right, the CIA paid millions of dollars to men trying to kill goats by staring at them, I said.
When people dis fantasy—mainstream readers and SF readers alike—they are almost always talking about one sub-genre of fantastic literature. They are talking about , and Tolkien's innumerable heirs. Ca...
Being a child is like nothing. It’s only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.