Torsade Literary Space Yoharie: Neverers (part two)
Yoharie Neverers (part two) Here was the special vocabulary. The character, by the author, had not been made male or female. Hearty debate in the World, did Southey have a preference, did he/she plant clues, were phrases such as “…an ex-slave, bearing his mark…”, evidentiary, or only grammatical, was the […]
Sequence: Give a Dog a Bad Name (part seven)
Sequence of Events Chapter Eleven Give a Dog a Bad Name and Hang Him (part seven) He had spotted the window’s lavish draperies (there was a strong touch of Harvey, even here)—and like Magda, thought to couch himself behind these…but unmusically, and careful to draw the fabric over the toes of […]
The Totem-Maker: Winter Alone (part six)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Five Winter Alone (part six) I had slept at my first home in profoundest silence…fairly it might be said, that of the grave. Childhood dreams did not meander here from sound to sound, weaving a story of footsteps, caterwauling, morning birdsong; rather mine, I could now suppose, had […]
My Blog Week: May 12 to May 18
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Problems You Didn’t Know You Had Starting small and going large, let’s consider a little story followers of late night TV will have heard. Last week, a twist of plot […]
Poison in the Marrow: Tenth Pale Knight
The Folly The German Spy Poison in the Marrow Now Trout had had an aunt A woman inculcated with a fair education Of course, one mustn’t laugh No. There, but for the grace of… She’d spoken of burning one’s Rubicons behind one He feels, coming to himself, the point is […]
La Catastrophe de la Martinique: fifty-six
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (fifty-six) This passage contains, within quotes from interview subjects, some strongly racist opinions. The journal that represents the radical socialist majority of Martinique voters, the organ of the people of color, of negroes has printed, therefore, these beautiful compliments to the […]
Transposed (poem)
Transposed The wreckage walks mumbling beneath a slack jaw “That’s right” He tells himself, some plans in ruin are transposed Today the wretched knick-knackery composes all Dry cleaning, tweeds to wedge away until the sky turns grey Arch, the eyebrow raised, the place descending Underneath the bridge where cups bob in the […]
Entrée (poem)
Entrée Touché, Stingray, time to play I think they do respect it Respect it in the way of fearing it Fearing in the way of doubting all their money spent Procured them more than a costly duplicate Intuited ahead of the pace of classwork By the fresh new voice and rat-a-tat footwork […]
Put to Sleep (poem)
Put to Sleep See in his confusion the never-clean corner Never touch the waste of thought ebbs And pushed by other thoughts No better than the last Fear and reverie whirl here into scum ponds He is feeling bad for someone No, he feels sorry, envy drains the heart― For himself…he feels […]