Svarte Greiner
Svarte Greiner – The Sickening by _type
Julie Doiron
It’s almost like Belly or The Breeders came back.
The Radetzky March
“He saw people shuffling by with deranged faces and gruesomely contorted limbs, but for the district captain madness held little terror, even though this was his first visit to an insane asylum. Only death was terrible. Too bad! thought Herr von Trotta. If Carl Joseph had gone crazy instead of dying in action, I would have brought him back to his senses. And if I hadn’t succeeded, then I would have come to see him every day! Perhaps he would have contorted his arm as horribly as this lieutenant here that they’re walking past me. But it would have been only his arm, and you can caress a contorted arm. You can also look into twisted eyes! So long as they’re my son’s eyes. Happy the fathers whose sons are crazy!”
— Joseph Roth (translated by Joachim Neugroschel; Overlook Press, p. 325)
Tristan und Isolde
September elimae
is now posted. In addition to the fiction and poetry, I hope you’ll also enjoy the painting by John Lindus and the photography of Karyn Eisler.
The Feelies
“Poor Moon”
UMA
Hymn to Undiscovered Land
I have a Nook.
I like it. So far I’ve read on it Wilkie Collins’s Armadale; Donald Hall’s Unpacking the Boxes; Larry McMurtry’s Literary Lives; Edgar Rice Burroughs’s Tarzan of the Apes; Arthur Conan Doyle’s The New Revelation; and John William Polidori’s “Ximenes”. I’ve read some of Arthur Waley’s One Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems and am currently reading W.B. Yeats’s Reveries Over Childhood and Youth.
“We could imagine
people living happy lives as we thought people did long ago when the poor were picturesque…”
– William Butler Yeats, Reveries Over Childhood and Youth
At Freddie’s
“The face, like the ample skirt, was creased with lines, as though both had been crumpled together at the same time. What might a good ironing not reveal?”
Penelope Fitzgerald, At Freddie’s (p. 10, Mariner: 1999)
The new elimae
is now posted.
Something That Has Form…
On – Something That Has Form And Something That Does Not by _type
“Your Naked Ghost Comes Back at Night and Flies Around My Bed”
On – Your Naked Ghost Comes Back At Night by _type
Howlin’ Wolf
The new elimae
is now posted.
In which
I tell some lies.
Robert Musil
“When Ulrich’s note arrived Walter and Clarisse were again playing the piano so violently that the spindly reproduction furniture rattled and the Dante Gabriel Rossetti prints on the walls trembled. The aged messenger who had found house and doors open without being challenged was met by a full blast of thunder in the face as he fought his way into the sitting room, and the holy uproar he had wandered into left him nailed to the wall with awe.”
The Man Without Qualities, Vol. 1 (Vintage paperback, p. 150)
Ken Sparling tipped me off to Jean-Michel Pilc
Al Green’s apex (in my book, anyway)
Daddy’s got a new baby
This poor fellow
flew full-tilt into one of the windows at my mom’s house and apparently broke his neck. He twitched for several seconds, then lay still. Didn’t move at all when I picked him up and carried him out near the alley. It was too many days till trash pick up to want to bag him and put him in the garbage in the garage, and I hoped that maybe his remains would get “made use of.” They were.
I didn’t see
any great queens, but maybe I was looking on the wrong side of the street.
The new elimae
is now posted.
In their next lives
they will all drive Rolls.
