La Catastrophe de la Martinque: thirty-two

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (thirty-two)             Monday, 5th. This morning, flat calm, detonations rare. The top of the mountain is covered in a clear, blue cloud. The neighboring houses appear all white. We hear noises like a lava that boils and overflows. Towards one o’clock, louder detonations. […]

Time and Place (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 28 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      Time and Place   Cheating to elude the advertising Where grains of revenue pour in theory As the ant lion makes an hourglass of its victim’s Struggle, so ant resisting capture gravitates Pitwards the half-dome lengthening time As the Romans measured summer hours Sunny ones, as the public gardens Godwotting avowal in […]

Confidante: Fourth Wake

Posted by ractrose on 27 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Confidante   Travel, if that were the cause of it A career of amputating limbs…a bent Towards a ruthless, curious, yearning to experiment Perhaps an inclination when he spoke Of all humanity’s being one To place himself outside of it Howitt, the only friend I’d known […]

Turtle Island (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 26 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      Turtle Island   ii.   The cavern wastes its vapors, offerings here Sacrifices to the god of Secret Dealings Far from the watchful eye of Nemesis Not so far she doesn’t see But the leg-bone in its trouser clad Snagged on a thrust of rock Separated from an old indentured torso But […]

Totem: To Be and to Choose (part four)

Posted by ractrose on 24 Nov 2018 in Fiction, Novels

The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part four)             “Now he who is challenged may see fit to decline. If it be entered into the record that he has answered no, this is the same as to forfeit the right of dispute. Whatever is charged against him […]

Surgeon to the Bowfin: Third Wake

Posted by ractrose on 23 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Surgeon to the Bowfin   ‘I am a respectable woman. Inspector, I still feel myself at sixes and sevens. I believe I took the greater shock today.’ ‘Now, madam, I hope you’ve thought of it— The assailant could well have cast aside those letters.’ She tells […]

La Catastrophe de la Martinique: thirty-one

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (thirty-one)             Around one o’clock, we heard something like salvos of cannon-fire, issuing regularly, that is to say, at equal intervals. This lasted about an hour and a half. That evening, M. Alain, director of the Pecoul settlement, warned us that there was […]

King of Chaos: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      King of Chaos   The recruitment sheds are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by […]

Bon Marché: Second Wake

Posted by ractrose on 16 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Bon Marché   What makes a thing grow to a torment Not a thing, Wake tells himself. He has fallen prey The succubus has dealt him night for day. The Queen’s Road constable falls in beside him. ‘Fine evening, sir.’ ‘How,” says Wake, rigid, and refusing […]

La Catastrophe de la Martinique: thirty

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (thirty)               “During the night of the 7th to the 8th, the phenomena redoubled in intensity. The women gathered in the salon, praying. We heard continually the din of the volcano. One could distinguish three sorts of noises very distinctly: intermittent explosions, […]