Torsade Literary Space The Lab-Grown Brain Makes Philosophy (poem)
The Lab-Grown Brain Makes Philosophy It is material to our essential understanding of power, if in defining good and evil we first grant that neither without what we will term actionability, is able to escape the formlessness of thought, taking thought as both a prompt to the accessing of images stored in […]
Sequence of Events: Moving On (part four)
Sequence of Events Chapter Ten Moving On (part four) “Thus,” he went on, “we need not abandon our mission due to a mere contingency, one that any careful plan would have anticipated. No…I still consider my thinking to have been sound. It was the weather…” He’d paced back to the […]
The Hillside (poem)
The Hillside Reprieve conserves tomorrow’s backwards step Names you neither queen, nor good nor evil Reprieve as a dogging mirror cold on counsel Reminding you there’ll be no answer No pattern but the sky Giggles your new-poured coffee Or the rain, just as the drops cease falling And the tipster turns his […]
Virginia Keltenham: First Pale Knight
The Folly The Legend of the Pale Knight Virginia Keltenham ‘Those deadly people. They’d like me a bit Elinor Glyn-ish But then they want sentiment. But then, of course, they don’t. They want some dismal comeuppance for bad behaviour, a heroine like one of Lawrence’s stultifying Magdalene figures. I suppose […]
My Blog Week: March 10 to March 16
All the Latest from Torsade! On Sunday another reissue of The Folly, “Utter Blame”, the temporary dénouement of Simon Tattersby’s quest to be forgiven. Monday, a new Yoharie, in which the weekly reading of The Totem-Maker gains, for Giarma, dimension. In Tuesday’s […]
Tunneling Through: Hammersmith (thirty-six)
Hammersmith Thirty-Six Tunneling Through Aimee and Vic found themselves dispatched by a new ally of Zetland…not the professor, though rather like him in feature…via Indian club, as to mutely point the way, and underground passage—being the way itself. They edged round the dim figures of Elton Bott and Ben Lemuel. […]
The Volunteer: Flash Fiction
The Volunteer His arm held in the grip of officialdom, he would tug, but gently, allowing himself otherwise to be moved along. He would search faces, for the onlooker willing to meet his eyes, and flash a smile to convey that a favor would be […]
La Catastrophe de la Martinique: forty-seven
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (forty-seven) Thus, at the limit of the phenomenon’s action, the people had died of asphyxiation, not burns. And instantaneous death, as with all who had been found mutilated, crushed, burned, carbonized, at the heart of this asphyxiating, explosive action. […]
The Dispensing (poem)
The Dispensing Is the person, as such, pleasing In ways, does the person please, and in ways offend If the good were scissored free from, we will say, four inferior samplings Sleeve, bodice, skirt, stitched, with a neat, tooth-to-tooth intermeshing Of their pinked edging We should be left to ask, part […]
Sequence of Events: Moving On (part three)
Sequence of Events Chapter Ten Moving On (part three) “Love is no use.” Bruner said it, finally, and Summers said, “No, you’re wrong. Love is a great motivator. One of those cases where you have to strike while the iron’s hot, though. Bruner, I think you can do a job […]