Torsade Literary Space All Bedlam Courses Past (part one)
This week I begin posting the draft of a new novel, the sequel to A Figure from the Common Lot (no longer on the blog because it’s going through a major edit). All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter One The Peculiar Nature of Logical Science […]
My Blog Week: January 8 to January 14
All the Latest from Torsade! On Tuesday, a poem reissue from The Poor Belabored Beast, “Where Fashion Sits”. On Wedneday, The Mirrors. and a part of Carolee’s story. On Friday, a new segment of Catastrophe, with more […]
Catastrophe (part forty)
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part forty) XXV A conversation with former deputy M. Duquesnay An explanation of the phenomenon. And again, politics… M. Duquesnay is the deputy not reelected from Fort-de-France. He could not […]
The Mirrors (part thirty-two)
The Mirrors (part thirty-two) xvi. Carolee had studied business composition and etiquette, shorthand and typewriting, at a junior college in the city. Permitted to live in the dorm there, feeling not normal, not social among the girls. Never a fit with the normal, because she […]
My Blog Week: January 1 to January 7
All the Latest from Torsade! On Monday, December 26 and Monday, January 2, two episodes of The Mirrors seen through Charleton’s eyes. On Tuesday, a poem reissue, “Explication”; on Thursday, another, from Haunt of Thieves, “Charity”. Friday, […]
The Totem-Maker: A Mother or a Father (part nine)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Eleven A Mother or a Father (part nine) Returned to my room, I emptied totems, emptied other toys and games, onto my table. They were my trade’s tricks, mostly failed. I peered at my candle, thought with seriousness of setting the floorcloth afire. Give up, Nur-Elom. […]
Charity (poem)
Charity The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up […]
Explication (poem)
Explication Morbid feet on a ruminant’s road They are speaking likenesses of nervous rounding More than an anthropologist’s brush off An antelope’s roaming is found to be enough By epoch’s end we have all gone soft And taken to occupy our cushions gravely fanning a white layer of flesh Wise to […]
The Mirrors (part thirty-one)
The Mirrors (part thirty-one) Warning: A character in this episode, within a passage of dialogue, uses a racial epithet. Closing the door, he said, “My father is…” He said, his voice regained: “We need to lock the drug cabinets. Here at the back, maybe have bars fixed […]