A SENTENCE BY JAMES TIPTREE JR
“Oh, beautiful you became, my jewel of redness!” Alice, born in 1915, should have been born in 1980, I’m thinking.
“Oh, beautiful you became, my jewel of redness!” Alice, born in 1915, should have been born in 1980, I’m thinking.
High-shouldered to a degree little short of malformation, slender and adroit of limb and frame, his eyes close-set and the colour of dried blood, he is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy – some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself, where he can […]
The loon as toddler and his mother – 1946 white dress with red leaves red fingernail polish adobe house the shoes
Mannish Madame Nevtaya slowly cried “Fur bowls!” and the Fideist batter, alert to the sense behind the sound of her words, jogged toward first base. From TLOOTH. Hail Oulipo!
Gordon averted his eyes from a beastly Rackhamesque dust-jacket; elvish children tripping Wendily through the glade. Yes, alias George Orwell wrote that. Yes, Wendily. Wendily! Outstanding, old fellow! Killer! I bow in your general direction.
Out of the sky she had come, back to the sky she had gone. And no, she’s not talking about anybody from Alaska. At least, I don’t think Mary Poppins was from Alaska. Well, if I ever see her, Alaska.
A TALE OF TWO JESSIES Two Jessies were born in 1864, one in San Francisco, California, and the other in Gloucester, Massachusetts. The Californian was Jessie Anderson, who in time turned out to be the loon’s mother’s father’s mother. Arriving in Massachusetts was Jessie Ralph, who in time turned out to be the actress playing […]
At the foot of an old, old wharf lives the cutest, silliest tugboat you ever saw. Are you sure about this, Hardie? I’ve quaffed many a brew with a wide variety of cute, silly tugboats in my time. Your tugboat is undeniably cute and silly, but you steer into troubled waters when you add the […]
Are you crept hither to see the wrastling? My own answer to this question posed in ‘As You Like It’ would be, “Yes, Bill, I are.”
May the ghosts of Eppa Rixey and Leon Cadore bring assistance on this day of opening to the efforts of Edwin Volquez and Jered Weaver.