Who, like Crozier, would rather have his kidney stones removed with a spoon than be forced to suffer sermons —
The world often seemed more like a template for fiction than something that should be indulged in for its own sake.
The difference between finding the right word as opposed to accepting the almost right word was the difference between being struck by lightning and merely watching a lightning display.
Suddenly understood perfectly why Abraham had agreed to sacrifice Isaac, his son, when the Lord commanded him to do so. It was not obedience. It was not even to put the love of God above the love of h...
She returned, trailing clouds of glory which quickly dissipated in the mundane flow of sensory trivia.
Said the bald little androgyny.
Relationship between creatures and their creators, the love between parent and children, artists and their art, all creators and their creations. The poem celebrated love and loyalty but teetered on t...
Nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.
No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.
It’s the mind analogy that bothers Crozier the most. Haunted and plagued by melancholia much of his life, knowing it as a secret weakness made worse by his twelve winters frozen in arctic darkness as...
Him to shoot anyone who even looked cross-eyed at him. Web English is such a subtle tongue, he said. That phrase is older than the Web, I said. Just do it.
Each time I hear the bells toll the brief notes of the early hours of the morn, I imagine ghostly hands pulling rotting bell ropes. Or perhaps rotting hands pulling ghostly bell ropes; I don’t know wh...
Driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heavens will; She can, though every fa...
Clusterboink
Beyond ideology and ambition, beyond thought and emotion, there was only pain. And salvation from it.
Anyway, I said. But I’ll do my best to play John the Baptist for you. Dur
Always visibly earnest and hopeful and strident and feminine and eccentric
All good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live. Besides, somewhere in the basement of The Jolly Corner to this day, mildewing amidst the pages of an equally mildewed...
A person born and raised into a world where information was always at hand, communication with anyone anywhere a given, and no distance more than a farcaster step away, this sudden regression to life...
[H]istory viewed from the inside is always a dark, digestive mess, far different from the easily recognizable cow viewed from afar by historians.