My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]
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ARTICHOKE #poetry #nonsense thank you human for not cooking and eating me a few weeks ago pic.twitter.com/3QrqVRKzM2
3 of 5 stars to Pulp by Charles Bukowski goodreads.com/review/show/40…
SIGNIFICANT OTTER #relationships This is Hermione, my significant otter. pic.twitter.com/KN19uzW0rA
4 of 5 stars to Post Office by Charles Bukowski goodreads.com/review/show/40…
HOW TO GO UNDERCOVER #dada 1. secret agent 2. (secret agent) 3. (...... .....) 4.
5 of 5 stars to Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham goodreads.com/review/show/40…
the color of her world. Gray, all that she has known. She pauses. The mist wisps away. Sun bright. She thrills. A shiver. She sees. She gasps. She weeps. Red is beauty in a nest of green.
Through the night she advances. Drops of sweat drip from her nose and leak from the furrows of her brow. She will not yield. Day. Success. She drags herself from the slurry onto a shore of gray pebbles. Mist. Gloom. The shadow barrier. A hedge. Gray, the color of her world. Gray
DREAM #flashfiction Gray. Silence. Two figures. ‘There,’ says one. ‘The dream. I am too old. You go.’ ‘Yes, Grandmother,’ says the young girl dressed in gray tatters. The granddaughter rises, steps out and sinks knee deep into the muck. She grinds forward, teeth clenched. pic.twitter.com/saZfBwDD9Q
SILVERTIPPED WITH GRUEL #dada #poetry silvertipped with gruel she emerges from the corn knuckled cheeks abundant, sparklestars forlorn she whinges, thumbs atremble, dustcoat ever worn woe
COLETTE #dada Colette was there on the night they invented champagne, the afternoon of the faun, and the day they broke the bank at Monte Carlo. pic.twitter.com/jy8vuUcLrX
YAKIMA CANUTT #dada Yakima secretly called himself Society Islands Lou. pic.twitter.com/GRXy5v9scg
HORATIO LEAF #dada Horatio Leaf’s red globe minions thrilled to his rallying cry. ‘On this day at this hour the field is ours for the taking. On then, my lovelies, ATTACK!’ Glory was theirs. The bloody feast saturated the silent night. pic.twitter.com/lPIM5XNqLt
THE FIRST SCIENTIST #science observed sunrise sunrise sunrise years solstice
PATH, HIGH SIERRA #art pic.twitter.com/hrHUTxzv6A
4 of 5 stars to Burning Your Boats by Angela Carter goodreads.com/review/show/40…
chin. The armed guy wandered over and stole Nudd’s beaded vest. The sun set. The moon rose. Nudd Nettle stirred. He sat up. Alone in the night, he momentarily mourned the loss of his beaded vest. The he got up and went home.
NUDD NETTLE #flashfiction Nudd Nettle peered left. Was that guy armed? A glint off a rifle barrel. Spin, leap, and dive. Nudd Nettle’s jaw crashed against a rock. Unconscious, he sprawled at the path’s edge. One of his boots quivered. A trickle of blood lazed from his
4 of 5 stars to L.A. Woman by Eve Babitz goodreads.com/review/show/40…
WAITING FOR GODOT ON JUNE 16, 1904 #beckett #joyce In the novel, Ulysses, Bloom on the way to the funeral notices on the curbstone ‘an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot.’ Waiting for Godot, perhaps?
AN UNAPPETIZER #dada raw lark tongues on a bed of vomit dusted with bone powder
3 of 5 stars to Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell goodreads.com/review/show/40…
performance completed, the exquisitely horned being exited in glorious serenity by sailing through an open window and up into the night. The citizenry swooned en masse.
buffalo took a stance of elegance in the center of the ballroom. A single nod from the hirsute mammal prodded the orchestra to play. Gasps and swoons took up residence among the observers in reaction to the grace and supple magnificence demonstrated by the charming buffalo. The
THE CHARMING BUFFALO #dada The appearance of the charming buffalo at the head of the stairs doused the din below. All heads turned to gaze in admiration at the charming buffalo’s single hoofed gliding descent of the balustrade. The throng parted in deference, and the charming
AL ST. JOHN #dada #lies When not jumping up and down while waving his arms, Al relaxed by reciting Ovid, pawing through the thousands of lorgnettes he collected, undertaking freelance crime investigation, and drawing little tiny circles all over newspapers. pic.twitter.com/nOyqWTe1NI
SUN PRAISE #poetry #dada sun you are my favorite star and i’m not just saying that because my existence depends on you i genuinely like you you are the best star pic.twitter.com/1bGjKxvEAI
THE GATHERING #dystopia They answered the summons. They gathered silently. They advanced in somber anticipation. They arrived. They took note of the situation. They retreated in an orderly manner. They dispersed. They never spoke of it again. pic.twitter.com/AOCmPkS8Pm
5 of 5 stars to The Mars Room by Rachel Kushner goodreads.com/review/show/40…
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