Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

11.17.2010

Seal of the Demon BORGES






BORGES grants conversation with the dead, and aids in the navigation of Libraries and Labyrinths. BORGES will also give knowledge of fictional locations, and books that have not been written, have yet to be written, and will not be written.

(Blame Klint.)

9.13.2009

Nomi, now

I follow Chris Sims Twitter feed, and thanks to spam, he mentioned this old post.

And it got me to thinking, if Archie could mess up things like "Don't be sad, Emo kid", what would they do with something inexplicable?





8.05.2009

Rozz-Tox Manifesto



The ROZZ-TOX Manifesto

(a 1980 artifact with end of the millenium resonances)


Gary Panter


Item 1:

The avant-garde is no corpus. It merely lies in shock after an unfortunate bout with its own petard. It feigns sleep but one eye glitters and an involuntary twitch in the corner of the mouth belies a suppressed snicker. The giggle of coming awake at one's own funeral dressed in atomic TV beatnik furniture. A mutant with a mission.


Item 2:

There are twenty years left in the twentieth century. Twenty years to reap the rewards and calamities that have been put in motion in this period. At this time a current of aesthetic function is emerging: the inevitable culmination of concepts and experiments pioneered and conducted in this century. We declare society an amusement park and one to be dead reckoned with.


Item 3:

A deadly texture and tone have taken the cereal Nirvana: a misanthrope born of capitol realities, tendencies, and inter-office memos. Sightless businessmen-posed-entertainers shovel up tons of soulless Saturday morning animation. Would that you could make cost effective the rubbery genius that was the Saturday morning of our youth.


Item 4:

We say enough to the instigators of game show design for we are sick and dizzy. Show us the backs of these monstrous facades, for even bare plywood is a healthier texture. Oh you seekers of the new who run terrified from history into the clutches of an eternal life where no electric shaver can be
built to last.


Item 5:

Close the bars! We require well lit media centers that serve soft drinks and milk. We require that top-40 radio stop it. And this for extant executive entertainers: We know when to laugh. Machines don't, and it is irritation to hear them laugh at the wrong time. They laugh at nothing and nothing isn't funny.


Item 6:

Find the evil doers, the merchant peddlers of Pavlovia who use our unmentionable parts against us. Will you hide behind a scrim of two-dimensional phosphorescence when Biology exacts its reward?


Item 7:

Profound faith in glamour is a surefire way to not see that you kill what you eat. We believe and worship a two-dimensional world. No god printers save us when we stand naked and brainless before an uncompromising and impartial physicality. We are sick now/get wise to the media. Join the art police. We call for posting of cow pictures in every fast food franchise. And for vegetarians, recordings of screaming vegetables at every salad bar.


Item 8:

Beautiful and effective communicative marketing and aesthetic media are not innately evil; merely seductive. However, seductive aesthetics and media are prone to undermine common sense and vision in a capitalistic culture. Our own creations have shamed us. Teaching us that the hand and opinion of the individual are not as legitimate as that of opinion transmuted
and inflated by broadcast ... especially when that opinion is on 80-pound coated stock, in full color ... or when that opinion steals invisibly and incomprehensibly into a box in our homes. Would that society reveled in certain varieties of vandalism and disarray. May we mow our lawns and remain civilized.


Item 9:

It is unfortunate and unacceptable what vile and lazy do-nothings are given unwarranted credence for mouthing such foul and mean clichis as "rip-off" and "sell-out." They have no understanding of our economy and the time it takes society to go. Confess and shut up! Capitalism good or ill is the river in which we sink or swim. Inspiration has always been born of recombination.


Item 10:

In a capitalistic society such as the in which we live, aesthetics as an endeavor flows thorough a body which is built of free enterprise and various illnesses. In boom times art may be supported by wildcat speculation or my excess funds in form of grants from the state or patronship as a tax write-off. Currently we are suffering from a lean economy. By necessity we must infiltrate popular mediums. We are building a business-based art
movement. This is not new. Admitting it is.


Item 11:

Business 1. To create a pseudo-avant-garde that is cost effective. 2. To create merchandising platforms on popular communications and entertainment media. 3. To extensively mine our recent and ancient past for icons worth remembering and permutating: recombo archaeology.


Item 12:

Waiting for art talent scouts? There are no art talent scouts. Face it, no one will seek you out. No one gives a shit.


Item 13:

Market saturation was reached in sixties - everyone knows that. Fine Elitist Art is of diminishing utility. There is not more reward for maintaining or joining an elite and sterile crew.


Item 14:

Elitist art cannot help the emergent complex through its painful and potentially stupidly dangerous adolescence. Start or support primitive industry, propaganda to no dogma, and environmental jarrs.


Item 15:

Law: If you want better media, go make it.


Item 16:

We are born capitalists and manufacturers of alternative goods and services. We are made propagandists and propose an antimedia to no dogma. We call for popular environmental manipulators, primitive industry, an avant-garde placed squarely in the entertainment field, for archaeologists and synthesizers.


Item 17:

A call for mutant intuition and wrestling is real. A current that synthesizes ideas and entertainment .. an antimedia that creates, participates, and services and broader-based lunatic fringe and one that is capable of finishing the century outright. An avant-garde that has no mean diversion and stocks the supermarket.


Item 18:

Our lack of popularity in high school was led us to think and thinking has lead us to this. No war is waged here; only a strain, a virus, a toxoid, a Rozz-Toxoid. The emergent complex asks for just twenty years of your time. Now, stand and sing ...


Final Note:

Capitalism for good or ill is the river in which we sink or swim, and stocks the supermarket.


I first met the Rozz-Tox when the Post Brothers fought it, and the Residents.
I always had the "Stocks the Supermarket" line going through my head at work.
I wonder if the "idea = virus" of Meme theory owes as much to Rozz-Tox as Burroughs.

via Warren Ellis' Whitechapel.

6.22.2009

Hey, I've still got a Poetry tag



Mad props for pronouncing hesperian. I used some of the Fungi from Yuggoth in ritual work about eight years ago, and trying to read Lovecraft's verse aloud gives small joy. CAS seems more enjoyable.

Also, Clark Ashton Smith appreciation society.

6.10.2009

Twelve years late, but I support the effort

I'm trying to coin the expression "triple-yew", meaning the WWW at the start of web addresses, currently we are reduced to saying "double-yew double-yew double-yew" which seems ridiculously long. 
Clifford Marcus, Oxford, UK






5.20.2009

Edward Lear knows Dongs

"The Dong! the Dong!The wandering Dong through the forest goes!The Dong! the Dong!The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
-courtesy Ben Courtney
Why am I spontaneously quoting nonsense from 1894? Because I got the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo in my inbox today. Well, technically my spam file, since Google's good about that, but I still check my spam for... irregularities. And I still play Elder God or Anime Name, so it's all good.

And then I hit: 
Built it up with wood and clay
The plainer than ever it seems to me
- Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo
 The water it soon came in, it did
[link]
-Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
 On the Coast of Coromandel

and,

Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!
London Bridge has fallen down
-And no end of Stilton Cheese.
 They whistled and warbled a moony song
[link]
-London Bridge has fallen down
-For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long

Now I've opined on the combination of blank-verse and sci-fi cut-ups that spambots use to seem like humanoids, but I think this is the first time I'v seen full chunks of poems used to this effect. Why the quote about Dongs? Paradoxically, with filters being in place, it'll be the only poem that won't meet this fate.

For those keeping score:
Futrell Renate
Gannon Sprinkle

Anime Characters are winning.

3.17.2009

Happy St. Me Day

Manifesto of the
BLACK THORN LEAGUE



  1. According to orally-transmitted teachings of Noble Drew Ali, founder & Prophet of the Moorish Science Temple of America: -- Ireland was once part of the Moorish Empire; that is, the celts were Moslems, & there were black moors from N. Africa also present in Ireland. But the moors were expelled by militant Christianity -- this event is disguised in the legend of St. Patrick's expelling the snakes - for which reason the MST celebrates St. Patrick's Day, in a mood of irony perhaps, in expectation of an eventual Return.



  2. In Noble Drew Ali's system, celts are considered an "Asiatic race", & thus potential converts to Moorish Science. We consider NDA's theories to be racial but not racist, because (again according to oral tradition) they were based (at least in part) on spiritual affinity. "Europeans" who wished to Join the MST (including some of the later founders of the Moorish Orthodox Church) were declared to be really celts or "Persians" -- (which may have something to do with the oft-remarked similarity of Eiran and Iran).



  3. NDA's hidden history of Ireland may be taken as an esoteric metaphor -but it is supported in some surprising ways by archaeology & even "official" history. In the first place, the celts are an Asiatic race, or at least the most recent arrivals in the west from the mysterious "Hyperborean" heartland of the Aryans -- last of those nomadic migrations which settled India, Persia & Greece.



  4. Second: What is one to make of those early Celtic crosses inscribed with the bismillah ("In the Name of God", opening words of the Koran) in kufic Arabic, found in Ireland? The Celtic Church, before its destruction by the Roman hierarchy, maintained a close connection with the desert hermit-monks of Egypt. Is it possible this connection persisted past the 7th/8th centuries, & that the role of the monks was taken up by Moslems? by Sufis? in contact with a still-surviving underground Celtic Church,
    now become completely heretical, & willing to syncretize Islamic esotericism with its own Nature-oriented & poetic Faith?



  5. Such a syncresis was certainly performed centuries later by the Templars & the Assassins (Nizari Ismailis). When the Temple was suppressed by Rome & its leaders burned at the stake, Ireland provided refuge for many incognito Templars. According to The Temple & The Lodge, these Templars later reorganized as a rogue Irish branch of Freemasonry, which (in the early 18th century) would resist amalgamation with the London Grand Lodge. The Islamic connection with masonry is quite clear, both in the Templar & the Rosicrucian traditions, but Irish masonry may have inherited an even earlier Islamic link -- memorialized in those enigmatic crosses!



  6. It's interesting to note that Noble Drew Ali's Masonic initiations may not have been limited to Prince Hall or black Shriner transmissions, but may also have included some hidden lines connected to Irish masonry, & dating back to Revolutionary days in American history. It is known that many common soldiers in the British Colonial Army were masons affiliated with the Irish rather than the London Grand Lodge. This "class" difference -was reflected in the American Revolutionary Army, whose officers were "official" masons but whose private ranks tended to be "Irish".




  7. Historians sometimes forget that in the 18th century, in America, the Irish were generally considered "no better than Negroes". In 1741 on St. Patrick's Day in New York a riot broke out, involving a conspiracy which included Irish, African, & Native American men & women -- naturally "of the meanest sort." Some Irish conspirators were overheard to swear they'd kill as many "white people" as possible. The uprising failed & the plotters were executed. As the bodies of two hanged in the open air decayed in an Iron gibbet, "observers noticed a gruesome, yet instructive, transformation. The corpse of an Irishman turned black & his hair curly while the corpse of Caesar the African, bleached white. It was accounted a 'wondrous phenomenon'" (Linebaugh & Rediker, "The Many-Headed Hydra").



  8. Clearly the Celt & African were linked not only in the gaze of the oppressor class, but also in their own world-view -- as comrades, as somehow the same -- in a solidarity which extended to Indians & to other "Europeans" who fell beneath the level of the "respectable poor" into the category of slaves & outcasts. Racist feelings did not divide the 18th century poor & marginalized -- as would become the case under later Capitalism. Rather the marginalized of all races constituted an underclass
    & moreover, an underclass with some awareness of itself, hence with a certain power (the power of the "strong victim"). This consciousness might well have been developed in part by Irish-black "masonry" of some sort. And Noble Drew Ali might have known of this tradition, which he masked (or perhaps unveiled) in his parable of the snakes - & celebration of March 17th.



  9. In another interpretation of St. Patrick's anti-reptilism, the "snakes" he banished were in fact "druids", i.e. Celtic pagans. The snake may have been an emblem of the Old Faith, as it is for many forms of paganism, including African (Damballah) & Indian (the Nagas) -- & even for the Ophite Christianity of Egypt (Christ himself depicted as a crucified snake).



  10. Celtic pagan lore was embedded in the Romance traditions especially in the Arthurian material -- & here once again. we find ourselves in the world of the Arabo-Celtic crosses. For the romances are permeated with "Islamic" consciousness. In Malory's Morte dArthur & Eschenbach's Parzifal many Saracen (i.e. Moslem/Moorish) knights are depicted not as enemies but allies of the Celts -- & in the latter book the entire story is attributed to Moorish sources (which are now lost). Saracens, Christians, & crypto-pagans are united in a mystical cult of chivalry which transcends outward religious forms, & is emblematized not only in pagan symbols like the Grail & the Questing Beast, but even in such cultural borrowings as the lute (al-'ud in Arabic), or indeed the cult of romantic/chivalric love, transmitted from Islam to the west by Sufis in Spain.



  11. Ireland's contacts with Spain certainly extend back into the Islamic period, & the so-called "Black Irish" may have as many Moorish as castillian genes. Medieval Irish monks probably absorbed Sufism & Islamic philosophy along with the art of the illuminated manuscript -- witness the extraordinary stylistic resonance between the Book of Eells & the Kufic Korans of Omayyad Spain. If St. Francis could visit N. Africa & come back to Italy wearing a Sufi's patched cloak, so the Irish might easily borrow from Egypt & al-Andalus.



  12. All speculation aside, the Moorish Orthodox Church entertains its own esoteric interpretation of NDA's teachings on these matters. We
    heartily endorse his "elective affinity" theory of affiliation with a greater spiritual Celto-Asiatic "race". DNA counts for something, but soul for a great deal more. "Every man & woman their own vine & fig tree" (one of NDA's slogans) is not a matter of fate but of character, not of birth but of choice.



  13. In our historical/imaginative exegesis & unfolding of NDA's parable, we have uncovered a complex of heretical Islamic & Moorish cultural strands linking Celtic neo-paganism, esoteric Christianity, & the Arthurian cycle, thru Sufism & masonry, to the perennial libertarian struggle of the marginalized & oppressed peoples of the "Atlantic" world.



  14. We propose to embody this poetic complex in a popular chivalric order, devoted symbolically to the cause of "bringing the snakes back to Ireland" - that is, of uniting all these mystical strands into one patterned weave, which will restore the power of its synergistic or syncretistic power to the hearts of those who respond to the particular "taste" of its mix. We have borrowed this slogan from contemporary neo-pagans in order to symbolize the special mission our order will undertake toward Celtic-Moorish friendship. The BLACK THORN LEAGUE will be open to all, regardless of whether they are MOC members or not, providing only that they support this particular goal.



  15. "Black" in our title signifies not only the black banners of the moors but also the black flag of anarchy. "Blackthorn", because the tree symbolizes druid Irelands & is used to make cudgels. "League", in honor of the various Irish rebel groups which have organized as such. Other organizational models include such Masonic-revolutionary groups as the Carbonari, or Proudhon's anarchist "Holy Vehm", or Bakunin's Revolutionary Brotherhood. We also emulate certain anarcho-Taoist Chinese tongs (such as the Chaos Society)~~ & hope to evolve the kind of informal mutual aid webworks they developed.



  16. The League will bestow the Order of the Black Thorn as title & honor, & will hold an annual conclave & banquet on St. Patrick's Day in memory both of Noble Drew Ali's vision, & of those rioters of 1741 who conspired in low taverns to overthrow the State.

Bring The Snakes Back To Ireland!


 



Back to Hakim Bey and Ontological Anarchy.

 

1.26.2009

Googlism is the new Cut-ups

patrick is a good person
patrick is a god
patrick is my hero
patrick is associated with brotherhoods
patrick is great ~~~
patrick is a real
patrick is responsible for converting the people of ireland
patrick is sexy
patrick is looking for a thighbooted lady
patrick is leaving?
patrick is the hottest thing out today
patrick is a beautiful
patrick is still waking up
patrick is associated with brotherhoods; why he is patron of the tullow st
patrick is great
patrick is 2
patrick is responsible for converting the people of ireland to christianity in 450
patrick is available
patrick is focus of reconciliation
patrick is a good person patrick is also known to have driven the snakes out of ireland patrick is associated
patrick is the best
patrick is eating and drinking
patrick is learning his alphabet and numbers before he goes to kindergarten
patrick is written by a certain secundicus
patrick is using his leadership ability everyday in his role as team lead
patrick is the best writer in the media
patrick is the patron saint of ireland
patrick is the owner consultant of the company called precision vision
patrick is leaving?
patrick is distant
patrick is currently the state chairman of the natural law party of colorado
patrick is like most boys
patrick is supposed to have used the shamrock leaves to stand for the holy trinity of father
patrick is celebrated on the 17 march each year and st patrick is the patron saint of ireland
patrick is buried
patrick is an experienced and highly acclaimed web/print designer and art director
patrick is well placed in life
patrick is a very funny kid
patrick is the constant butt of jokes because of his irish ancestry
patrick is the patron saint of ireland and the one credited with bringing christianity to ireland
patrick is a historical character
patrick is a member in the firm's boston office
patrick is a member of the aircraft owners and pilots association and the national space society
patrick is born in scotland or roman britain to parents calpurnius and conchessa
patrick is having a pretty rough week
patrick is his own worst enemy
patrick is exactly how god wanted him to be
patrick is the person who will accompany you to the philippines
patrick is a man who study geology but a politician he became
patrick is kind of a benevolent fagin to an assault team of young photographers
patrick is his usual happy self
patrick is a third year sociology major at the university of maryland
patrick is the CO
patrick is credited with establishing
patrick is delighted to announce that he will now be represented by cloud moss of cumulus presents
patrick is horrified to learn he doesn't have the best one
patrick is one year old
patrick is founder and principal consultant of focused performance
patrick is given credit for driving the snakes out of ireland
patrick is an expert at communicating to a wide variety of audiences
patrick is going to become a 'household' name in the future
patrick is a management and security consultant and is involved in the creation of
patrick is an australian shepherd mix
patrick is remembered in many stories and folklore as an heroic preacher who must have lived 70 lives if we
patrick is trying
patrick is a true poet who shares more than mere songs; he shares experiences
patrick is a very skilled naturalist; especially in the fields of botany and herpotology
patrick is one of those extraordinary talents who combines raw talent
patrick is experiencing the break

patrick is
Thanks, Stuart.

1.12.2009

I'd take that bet

Honestly, that's the weirdest use of  a language proficiency I've seen in  a while.

11.26.2008

6.08.2008

BRUTE! MAGAZINE!



The BRUTE! archives.

I have Warren Ellis to thank for finding the distilled essence of Pulp sensibilities. I really think this is the modern response to Fletcher Hanks.

5.22.2008

KALIMAN

In honor of the second session of the Exalted campaign, Kaliman!






“Gentleman with the men
Gallant with the women
Tender with the kids
Relentless with the evil
So he is
KALIMAN, the incredible man”

4.27.2008

While I'm Here...

Wikisource provides the (presumedly ) Copyright free listing of Lovecraft's works:

Author:H._P._Lovecraft

The Commonplace Book

via La Petite Claudine, who makes me regret my poor Spanish skills, the text of Uncle Theo's Commonplace book:

COMMONPLACE BOOK

This book consists of ideas, images, & quotations hastily jotted down for possible future use in weird fiction. Very few are actually developed plots—for the most part they are merely suggestions or random impressions designed to set the memory or imagination working. Their sources are various—dreams, things read, casual incidents, idle conceptions, & so on.
—H. P. Lovecraft

Presented to R. H. Barlow, Esq., on May 7, 1934—in exchange for an admirably neat typed copy from his skilled hand.


1 Demophon shivered when the sun shone upon him. (Lover of darkness = ignorance.)

2 Inhabitants of Zinge, over whom the star Canopus rises every night, are always gay and without sorrow. [x]

3 The shores of Attica respond in song to the waves of the Aegean. [x]

4 Horror Story
Man dreams of falling—found on floor mangled as tho’ from falling from a vast height. [x]

5 Narrator walks along unfamiliar country road,—comes to strange region of the unreal.

6 In Ld Dunsany’s “Idle Days on the Yann”
The inhabitants of the antient Astahan, on the Yann, do all things according to antient ceremony. Nothing new is found.

“Here we have fetter’d and manacled Time, who wou’d otherwise slay the Gods.” [x]

7 Horror Story
The sculptured hand—or other artificial hand—which strangles its creator. [x]

8 Hor. Sto.
Man makes appt. with old enemy. Dies—body keeps appt.

9 Dr. Eben Spencer plot. [x]

10 Dream of flying over city. [Celephaïs]

11 Odd nocturnal ritual. Beasts dance and march to musick. [x]

12 Happenings in interval between preliminary sound and striking of clock—ending—

“it was the tones of the clock striking three”. [x]

13 House and garden—old—associations. Scene takes on strange aspect.

14 Hideous sound in the dark.

15 Bridge and slimy black waters. [Fungi—The Canal]

16 The walking dead—seemingly alive, but—. [x]

17 Doors found mysteriously open and shut etc.—excite terror.

18 Calamander-wood—a very valuable cabinet wood of Ceylon and S. India, resembling rosewood.

19 Revise 1907 tale—painting of ultimate horror.

20 Man journeys into the past—or imaginative realm—leaving bodily shell behind.

21 A very ancient colossus in a very ancient desert. Face gone—no man hath seen it.

22 Mermaid Legend—Encyc. Britt. XVI—40.

23 The man who would not sleep—dares not sleep—takes drugs to keep himself awake. Finally falls asleep—and something happens. Motto from Baudelaire p. 214. [Hypnos]

24 Dunsany—Go-By Street
Man stumbles on dream world—returns to earth—seeks to go back—succeeds, but finds dream world ancient and decayed as though by thousands of years.


1919

25 Man visits museum of antiquities—asks that it accept a bas-relief he has just made—old and learned curator laughs and says he cannot accept anything so modern. Man says that

‘dreams are older than brooding Egypt or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylonia’

and that he had fashioned the sculpture in his dreams. Curator bids him shew his product, and when he does so curator shews horror. Asks who the man may be. He tells modern name. “No—before that” says curator. Man does not remember except in dreams. Then curator offers high price, but man fears he means to destroy sculpture. Asks fabulous price—curator will consult directors.

Add good development and describe nature of bas-relief. [Cthulhu]

26 Dream of ancient castle stairs—sleeping guards—narrow window—battle on plain between men of England and men of yellow tabards with red dragons. Leader of English challenges leader of foe to single combat. They fight. Foe unhelmeted, but there is no head revealed. Whole army of foe fades into mist, and watcher finds himself to be the English knight on the plain, mounted. Looks at castle, and sees a peculiar concentration of fantastic clouds over the highest battlements.

27 Life and Death
Death—its desolation and horror—bleak spaces—sea-bottom—dead cities. But Life—the greater horror! Vast unheard-of reptiles and leviathans—hideous beasts of prehistoric jungle—rank slimy vegetation—evil instincts of primal man—Life is more horrible than death.

28 The Cats of Ulthar
The cat is the soul of antique Ægyptus and bearer of tales from forgotten cities of Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.

29 Dream of Seekonk—ebbing tide—bolt from sky—exodus from Providence—fall of Congregational dome.

30 Strange visit to a place at night—moonlight—castle of great magnificence etc. Daylight shews either abandonment or unrecognisable ruins—perhaps of vast antiquity.

31 Prehistoric man preserved in Siberian ice. (See Winchell—Walks and Talks in the Geological field—p. 156 et seq.)

32 As dinosaurs were once surpassed by mammals, so will man-mammal be surpassed by insect or bird—fall of man before the new race. [x]

33 Determinism and prophecy. [x]

34 Moving away from earth more swiftly than light—past gradually unfolded—horrible revelation.

35 Special beings with special senses from remote universes. Advent of an external universe to view.

36 Disintegration of all matter to electrons and finally empty space assured, just as devolution of energy to radiant heat is known. Case of acceleration—man passes into space.

37 Peculiar odour of a book of childhood induces repetition of childhood fancy.

38 Drowning sensations—undersea—cities—ships—souls of the dead. Drowning is a horrible death.

39 Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.

40 Warning that certain ground is sacred or accursed; that a house or city must not be built upon it—or must be abandoned or destroyed if built, under penalty of catastrophe.

41 The Italians call Fear La figlia della Morte—the daughter of Death. [x]

42 Fear of mirrors—memory of dream in which scene is altered and climax is hideous surprise at seeing oneself in the water or a mirror. (Identity?) [Outsider?]

43 Monsters born living—burrow underground and multiply, forming race of unsuspected daemons.

44 Castle by pool or river—reflection fixed thro’ centuries—castle destroyed, reflection lives to avenge destroyers weirdly.

45 Race of immortal Pharaohs dwelling beneath pyramids in vast subterranean halls down black staircases.

46 Hawthorne—unwritten plot

Visitor from tomb—stranger at some publick concourse followed at midnight to graveyard where he descends into the earth.

47 From Arabia Encyc. Britan. II—255

Prehistoric fabulous tribes of Ad in the south, Thamood in the north, and Tasm and Jadis in the centre of the peninsula. “Very gorgeous are the descriptions given of Irem, the City of Pillars (as the Koran styles it) supposed to have been erected by Shedad, the latest despot of Ad, in the regions of Hadramaut, and which yet, after the annihilation of its tenants, remains entire, so Arabs say, invisible to ordinary eyes, but occasionally and at rare intervals, revealed to some heaven-favoured traveller.” // Rock excavations in N.W. Hejaz ascribed to Thamood tribe.

48 Cities wiped out by supernatural wrath.

49 AZATHOTH—hideous name. [x]

50 Phleg′-e-thon—

a river of liquid fire in Hades. [x]

51 Enchanted garden where moon casts shadow of object or ghost invisible to the human eye.

52 Calling on the dead—voice or familiar sound in adjacent room.

53 Hand of dead man writes.

54 Transposition of identity.

55 Man followed by invisible thing.

56 Book or MS. too horrible to read—warned against reading it—someone reads and is found dead. Haverhill incident.

57 Sailing or rowing on lake in moonlight—sailing into invisibility.

58 A queer village—in a valley, reached by a long road and visible from the crest of the hill from which that road descends—or close to a dense and antique forest.

59 Man in strange subterranean chamber—seeks to force door of bronze—overwhelmed by influx of waters.

60 Fisherman casts his net into the sea by moonlight—what he finds.

61 A terrible pilgrimage to seek the nighted throne of the far daemon-sultan Azathoth.

62 Live man buried in bridge masonry according to superstition—or black cat.

63 Sinister names—Nasht—Kaman-Thah. [x]

64 Identity—reconstruction of personality—man makes duplicate of himself. [x]

65 Riley’s fear of undertakers—door locked on inside after death.

66 Catacombs discovered beneath a city (in America?).

67 An impression—city in peril—dead city—equestrian statue—men in closed room—clattering of hooves heard from outside—marvel disclosed on looking out—doubtful ending.

68 Murder discovered—body located—by psychological detective who pretends he has made walls of room transparent. Works on fear of murderer.

69 Man with unnatural face—oddity of speaking—found to be a mask—Revelation.

70 Tone of extreme phantasy
Man transformed to island or mountain. [x]

71 Man has sold his soul to devil—returns to family from trip—life afterward—fear—culminating horror—novel length.

72 Hallowe’en incident—mirror in cellar—face seen therein—death (claw-mark?).

73 Rats multiply and exterminate first a single city and then all mankind. Increased size and intelligence.

74 Italian revenge—killing self in cell with enemy—under castle. [used by FBL, Jr.]

75 Black Mass under antique church.

76 Ancient cathedral—hideous gargoyle—man seeks to rob—found dead—gargoyle’s jaw bloody.

77 Unspeakable dance of the gargoyles—in morning several gargoyles on old cathedral found transposed.

78 Wandering thro’ labyrinth of narrow slum streets—come on distant light—unheard-of rites of swarming beggars—like Court of Miracles in Notre Dame de Paris.

79 Horrible secret in crypt of ancient castle—discovered by dweller.

80 Shapeless living thing forming nucleus of ancient building.

81 Marblehead—dream—burying hill—evening—unreality. [x] [Festival?]

82 Power of wizard to influence dreams of others.


1920

83 Quotation
“. . . a defunct nightmare, which had perished in the midst of its wickedness, and left its flabby corpse on the breast of the tormented one, to be gotten rid of as it might.”—Hawthorne

84 Hideous cracked discords of bass musick from (ruin’d) organ in (abandon’d) abbey or cathedral. [Red Hook]

85 “For has not Nature, too, her grotesques—the rent rock, the distorting lights of evening on lonely roads, the unveiled structure of man in the embryo, or the skeleton?”

Pater—Renaissance (da Vinci).

86 To find something horrible in a (perhaps familiar) book, and not to be able to find it again.

87 Borellus says, “that the Essential Salts of animals may be so prepared and preserved, that an ingenious man may have the whole ark of Noah in his own Study, and raise the fine shape of an animal out of its ashes at his pleasure; and that by the like method from the Essential Salts of humane dust, a Philosopher may, without any criminal necromancy, call up the shape of any dead ancestor from the dust whereinto his body has been incinerated.” [Charles Dexter Ward]

88 Lonely philosopher fond of cat. Hypnotises it—as it were—by repeatedly talking to it and looking at it. After his death the cat evinces signs of possessing his personality. N.B. He has trained cat, and leaves it to a friend, with instructions as to fitting a pen to its right fore paw by means of a harness. Later writes with deceased’s own handwriting.

89 Lone lagoons and swamps of Louisiana—death daemon—ancient house and gardens—moss-grown trees—festoons of Spanish moss.


1922?

90 Anencephalous or brainless monster who survives and attains prodigious size.

91 Lost winter day—slept over—20 yrs. later. Sleep in chair on summer night—false dawn—old scenery and sensations—cold—old persons now dead—horror—frozen?


1922?

92 Man’s body dies—but corpse retains life. Stalks about—tries to conceal odour of decay—detained somewhere—hideous climax. [Cool Air]

93 A place one has been—a beautiful view of a village or farm-dotted valley in the sunset—which one cannot find again or locate in memory.

94 Change comes over the sun—shews objects in strange form, perhaps restoring landscape of the past.

95 Horrible Colonial farmhouse and overgrown garden on city hillside—overtaken by growth. Verse “The House” as basis of story. [Shunned House]

96 Unknown fires seen across the hills at night.

97 Blind fear of a certain woodland hollow where streams writhe among crooked roots, and where on a buried altar terrible sacrifices have occur’d—Phosphorescence of dead trees. Ground bubbles.

98 Hideous old house on steep city hillside—Bowen St.—beckons in the night—black windows—horror unnam’d—cold touch and voice—the welcome of the dead.


1923

99 Salem story—the cottage of an aged witch—wherein after her death are found sundry terrible things.

100 Subterranean region beneath placid New England village, inhabited by (living or extinct) creatures of prehistoric antiquity and strangeness.

101 Hideous secret society—widespread—horrible rites in caverns under familiar scenes—one’s own neighbour may belong. [x]

102 Corpse in room performs some act—prompted by discussion in its presence. Tears up or hides will, etc.

103 Sealed room—or at least no lamp allowed there. Shadow on wall. [x]

104 Old sea tavern now far inland from made land. Strange occurrences—sound of lapping of waves—

105 Vampire visits man in ancestral abode—is his own father.

106 A thing that sat on a sleeper’s chest. Gone in morning, but something left behind.


1923

107 Wall paper cracks off in sinister shape—man dies of fright. [x] [Rats in Walls]

108 Educated mulatto seeks to displace personality of white man and occupy his body.

109 Ancient negro voodoo wizard in cabin in swamp—possesses white man.

110 Antediluvian—Cyclopean ruins on lonely Pacific island. Centre of earthwide subterranean witch cult.

111 Ancient ruin in Alabama swamp—voodoo.

112 Man lives near graveyard—how does he live? Eats no food. [x]

113 Biological-hereditary memories of other worlds and universes. Butler—God Known and Unk. p. 59. [Belknap]

114 Death lights dancing over a salt marsh.

115 Ancient castle within sound of weird waterfall—sound ceases for a time under strange conditions.

116 Prowling at night around an unlighted castle amidst strange scenery.

117 A secret living thing kept and fed in an old house.


1924

118 Something seen at oriel window of forbidden room in ancient manor house.

119 Art note—fantastick daemons of Salvator Rosa or Fuseli (trunk-proboscis).

120 Talking bird of great longevity—tells secret long afterward.

121 Photius tells of a (lost) writer named Damascius, who wrote

“Incredible Fictions”
“Tales of Daemons”
“Marvellous Stories of Appearances from the Dead”.

122 Horrible things whispered in the lines of Gauthier de Metz (13th cen.) “Image du Monde”.

123 Dried-up man living for centuries in cataleptic state in ancient tomb.

124 Hideous secret assemblage at night in antique alley—disperse furtively one by one—one seen to drop something—a human hand—

125 Man abandon’d by ship—swimming in sea—pickt up hours later with strange story of undersea region he has visited—mad??

126 Castaways on island eat unknown vegetation and become strangely transformed.

127 Ancient and unknown ruins—strange and immortal bird who speaks in a language horrifying and revelatory to the explorers.

128 Individual, by some strange process, retraces the path of evolution and becomes amphibious.

 Dr. insists that the particular amphibian from which man descends is not like any known to palaeontology. To prove it, indulges in (or relates) strange experiment.


1925

129 Marble Faun p. 346—strange and prehistorick Italian city of stone.

130 N.E. region call’d “Witches’ Hollow”—along course of a river. Rumours of witches’ sabbaths and Indian powwows on a broad mound rising out of the level where some old hemlocks and beeches formed a dark grove or daemon-temple. Legends hard to account for. Holmes—Guardian Angel.

131 Phosphorescence of decaying wood—called in New England “fox-fire”.

132 Mad artist in ancient sinister house draws things. What were his models? Glimpse. [Pickman’s Model]

133 Man has miniature shapeless Siamese twin—exhib. in circus—twin surgically detached—disappears—does hideous things with malign life of his own. [HSW—Cassius]

134 Witches’ Hollow novel? Man hired as teacher in private school misses road on first trip—encounters dark hollow with unnaturally swollen trees and small cottage (light in window?). Reaches school and hears that boys are forbidden to visit hollow. One boy is strange—teacher sees him visit hollow—odd doings—mysterious disappearance or hideous fate.

135 Hideous world superimposed on visible world—gate through—power guides narrator to ancient and forbidden book with directions for access.

136 A secret language spoken by a very few old men in a wild country leads to hidden marvels and terrors still surviving.

137 Strange man seen in lonely mountain place talking with great winged thing which flies away as others approach.

138 Someone or something cries in fright at sight of the rising moon, as if it were something strange. [x]

139 DELRIO asks “An sint unquam daemones incubi et succubae, et an ex tali congressu proles nasci queat?” [Red Hook]

140 Explorer enters strange land where some atmospheric quality darkens the sky to virtual blackness—marvels therein.


1926

141 Footnote by Haggard or Lang in “The World’s Desire”

“Probably the mysterious and indecipherable ancient books, which were occasionally excavated in old Egypt, were written in this dead language of a more ancient and now forgotten people. Such was the book discovered at Coptos, in the ancient sanctuary there, by a priest of the Goddess. ‘The whole earth was dark, but the moon shone all about the Book.’ A scribe of the period of the Ramessids mentions another in indecipherable ancient writing. ‘Thou tellest me thou understandest no word of it, good or bad. There is, as it were, a wall about it that none may climb. Thou art instructed, yet thou knowest it not; this makes me afraid.’

“Birch Zeitschrift 1871 pp. 61–64 Papyrus Anastasi I pl. X, l.8, pl. X l.4. Maspero, Hist. Anc. pp. 66–67.”

142 Members of witch-cult were buried face downward. Man investigates ancestor in family tomb and finds disquieting condition.

143 Strange well in Arkham country—water gives out (or was never struck —hole kept tightly covered by a stone ever since dug)—no bottom—shunned and feared—what lay beneath (either unholy temple or other very ancient thing, or great cave-world). [Fungi—The Well]

144 Hideous book glimpsed in ancient shop—never seen again.

145 Horrible boarding house—closed door never opened.

146 Ancient lamp found in tomb—when filled and used, its light reveals strange world. [Fungi]

147 Any very ancient, unknown, or prehistoric object—its power of suggestion—forbidden memories.

148 Vampire dog.

149 Evil alley or enclosed court in ancient city—Union or Milligan St. [Fungi]

150 Visit to someone in wild and remote house—ride from station through the night—into the haunted hills—house by forest or water—terrible things live there.

151 Man forced to take shelter in strange house. Host has thick beard and dark glasses. Retires. In night guest rises and sees host’s clothes about—also mask which was the apparent face of whatever the host was. Flight.

152 Autonomic nervous system and subconscious mind do not reside in the head. Have mad physician decapitate a man but keep him alive and subconsciously controlled. Avoid copying tale by W. C. Morrow.


1928

153 Black cat on hill near dark gulf of ancient inn yard. Mew hoarsely—invites artist to nighted mysteries beyond. Finally dies at advanced age. Haunts dreams of artist—lures him to follow—strange outcome (never wakes up? or makes bizarre discovery of an elder world outside 3-dimensioned space?) [Used by Dwyer]

154 Trophonius—cave of. Vide Class. Dict. and Atlantic article.

155 Steepled town seen from afar at sunset—does not light up at night. Sail has been seen putting out to sea. [Fungi]

156 Adventures of a disembodied spirit—thro’ dim, half-familiar cities and over strange moors—thro’ space and time—other planets and universes in the end.

157 Vague lights, geometrical figures, etc., seen on retina when eyes are closed. Caus’d by rays from other dimensions acting on optick nerve? From other planets? Connected with a life or phase of being in which person could live if he only knew how to get there? Man afraid to shut eyes—he has been somewhere on a terrible pilgrimage and this fearsome seeing faculty remains.

158 Man has terrible wizard friend who gains influence over him. Kills him in defence of his soul—walls body up in ancient cellar—BUT—the dead wizard (who has said strange things about soul lingering in body) changes bodies with him . . . leaving him a conscious corpse in cellar. [Thing on Doorstep]

159 Certain kind of deep-toned stately music of the style of the 1870’s or 1880’s recalls certain visions of that period—gas-litten parlours of the dead, moonlight on old floors, decaying business streets with gas lamps, etc.—under terrible circumstances.

160 Book which induces sleep on reading—cannot be read—determined man reads it—goes mad—precautions taken by aged initiate who knows—protection (as of author and translator) by incantation.

161 Time and space—past event—150 yrs ago—unexplained. Modern period—person intensely homesick for past says or does something which is psychically transmitted back and actually causes the past event.

162 Ultimate horror—grandfather returns from strange trip—mystery in house—wind and darkness—grandf. and mother engulfed—questions forbidden—somnolence—investigation—cataclysm—screams overheard—

163 Man whose money was obscurely made loses it. Tells his family he must go again to THE PLACE (horrible and sinister and extra-dimensional) where he got his gold. Hints of possible pursuers—or of his possible non-return. He goes—record of what happens to him—or what happens at his home when he returns. Perhaps connect with preceding topic. Give fantastic, quasi-Dunsanian treatment.

164 Man observed in a publick place with features (or ring or jewel) identified with those of man long (perhaps generations) buried.

165 Terrible trip to an ancient and forgotten tomb.

166 Hideous family living in shadow in ancient castle by edge of wood near black cliffs and monstrous waterfall.

167 Boy rear’d in atmosphere of considerable mystery. Believes father dead. Suddenly is told that father is about to return. Strange preparations—consequences.

168 Lonely bleak islands off N.E. coast. Horrors they harbour—outpost of cosmic influences.

169 What hatches from primordial egg.

170 Strange man in shadowy quarter of ancient city possesses something of immemorial archaic horror.

171 Hideous old book discovered—directions for shocking evocation.


1930

172 Pre-human idol found in desert.

173 Idol in museum moves in a certain way.

174 Migration of Lemmings—Atlantis.

175 Little green Celtic figures dug up in an ancient Irish bog.

176 Man blindfolded and taken in closed cab or car to some very ancient and secret place.

177 The dreams of one man actually create a strange half-mad world of quasi-material substance in another dimension. Another man, also a dreamer, blunders into this world in a dream. What he finds. Intelligence of denizens. Their dependence on the first dreamer. What happens at his death.

178 A very ancient tomb in the deep woods near where a 17th century Virginia manor-house used to be. The undecayed, bloated thing found within.

179 Appearance of an ancient god in a lonely and archaic place—prob. temple ruin. Atmosphere of beauty rather than horror. Subtle handling—presence revealed by faint sound or shadow. Landscape changes? Seen by child? Impossible to reach or identify locale again?

180 A general house of horror—nameless crime—sounds—later tenants—(Flammarion) (novel length?).

181 Inhabitant of another world—face masked, perhaps with human skin or surgically alter’d human shape, but body alien beneath robes. Having reached earth, tries to mix with mankind. Hideous revelation. [Suggested by CAS.]

182 In ancient buried city a man finds a mouldering prehistoric document in English and in his own handwriting, telling an incredible tale. Voyage from present into past implied. Possible actualisation of this.

183 Reference in Egyptian papyrus to a secret of secrets under tomb of high-priest Ka-Nefer. Tomb finally found and identified—trap door in stone floor—staircase, and the illimitable black abyss. [x]

184 Expedition lost in Antarctic or other weird place. Skeletons and effects found years later. Camera films used but undeveloped. Finders develop—and find strange horror.

185 Scene of an urban horror—Sous le Cap or Champlain Sts.—Quebec—rugged cliff-face—moss, mildew, dampness—houses half-burrowing into cliff.

186 Thing from sea—in dark house, man finds doorknobs etc. wet as from touch of something. He has been a sea-captain, and once found a strange temple on a volcanically risen island.


1931

187 Dream of awaking in vast hall of strange architecture, with sheet-covered forms on slabs—in positions similar to one’s own. Suggestions of disturbingly non-human outlines under sheets. One of the objects moves and throws off sheet—non-terrestrial being revealed. Sugg. that oneself is also such a being—mind has become transferred to body on other planet.

188 Desert of rock—prehistoric door in cliff, in the valley around which lie the bones of uncounted billions of animals both modern and prehistoric—some of them puzzlingly gnawed.

189 Ancient necropolis—bronze door in hillside which opens as the moonlight strikes it—focussed by ancient lens in pylon opposite?


1932

190 Primal mummy in museum—awakes and changes place with visitor.

191 An odd wound appears on a man’s hand suddenly and without apparent cause. Spreads. Consequences.


1933

192 Thibetan ROLANG—Sorcerer (or NGAGSPA) reanimates a corpse by holding it in a dark room—lying on it mouth to mouth and repeating a magic formula with all else banished from his mind. Corpse slowly comes to life and stands up. Tries to escape—leaps, bounds, and struggles—but sorcerer holds it. Continues with magic formula. Corpse sticks out tongue and sorcerer bites it off. Corpse then collapses. Tongue become a valuable magic talisman. If corpse escapes—hideous results and death to sorcerer.

193 Strange book of horror discovered in ancient library. Paragraphs of terrible significance copies. Later unable to find and verify text. Perhaps discover body or image or charm under floor, in secret cupboard, or elsewhere. Idea that book was merely hypnotic delusion induced by dead brain or ancient magic.

194 Man enters (supposedly) own house in pitch dark. Feels way to room and shuts door behind him. Strange horrors—or turns on lights and finds alien place or presence. Or finds past restored or future indicated.

195 Pane of peculiar-looking glass from a ruined monastery reputed to have harboured devil-worship set up in modern house at edge of wild country. Landscape looks vaguely and unplaceably wrong through it. It has some unknown time-distorting quality, and comes from a primal, lost civilisation. Finally, hideous things in other world seen through it.

196 Daemons, when desiring an human form for evil purposes, take to themselves the bodies of hanged men.

197 Loss of memory and entry into a cloudy world of strange sights and experiences after shock, accident, reading of strange book, participation in strange rite, draught of strange brew, etc. Things seen have vague and disquieting familiarity. Emergence. Inability to retrace course.


1934

198 Distant tower visible from hillside window. Bats cluster thickly around it at night. Observer fascinated. One night wakes to find self on unknown black circular staircase. In tower? Hideous goal.

199 Black winged thing flies into one’s house at night. Cannot be found or identified—but subtle developments ensue.

200 Invisible Thing felt—or seen to make prints—on mountain top or other height, inaccessible place.

201 Planets form’d of invisible matter.


——————————

202 A monstrous derelict—found and boarded by a castaway or shipwreck survivor.

203 A return to a place under dreamlike, horrible, and only dimly comprehended circumstances. Death and decay reigning—town fails to light up at night—Revelation.

204 Disturbing conviction that all life is only a deceptive dream with some dismal or sinister horror lurking behind.

205 Person gazes out window and finds city and world dark and dead (or oddly changed) outside.

206 Trying to identify and visit the distant scenes dimly seen from one’s window—bizarre consequences.

207 Something snatched away from one in the dark—in a lonely, ancient, and generally shunned place.

208 (Dream of) some vehicle—railway train, coach, etc.—which is boarded in a stupor or fever, and which is a fragment of some past or ultra-dimensional world—taking the passenger out of reality—into vague, age-crumbled regions or unbelievable gulfs of marvel.


1935

209 Special Correspondence of NY Times—March 3, 1935

“Halifax, N.S.—Etched deeply into the face of an island which rises from the Atlantic surges off the S. coast of Nova Scotia 20 m. from Halifax is the strangest rock phenomenon which Canada boasts. Storm, sea, and frost have graven into the solid cliff of what has come to be known as Virgin’s Island an almost perfect outline of the Madonna with the Christ Child in her arms.

The island has sheer and wave-bound sides, is a danger to ships, and is absolutely uninhabited. So far as is known, no human being has ever set foot on its shores.”

210 An ancient house with blackened pictures on the walls—so obscured that their subjects cannot be deciphered. Cleaning—and revelation. Cf. Hawthorne—Edw. Rand. Port.

211 Begin story with presence of narrator—inexplicable to himself—in utterly alien and terrifying scenes (dream?).

212 Strange human being (or beings) living in some ancient house or ruins far from populous district (either old N.E. or far exotic land). Suspicion (based on shape and habits) that it is not all human.

213 Ancient winter woods—moss—great boles—twisted branches—dark—ribbed roots—always dripping. . . .

214 Talking rock of Africa—immemorially ancient oracle in desolate jungle ruins that speaks with a voice out of the aeons.

215 Man with lost memory in strange, imperfectly comprehended environment. Fears to regain memory—a glimpse. . . .

216 Man idly shapes a queer image—some power impels him to make it queerer than he understands. Throws it away in disgust—but something is abroad in the night.

217 Ancient (Roman? prehistoric?) stone bridge washed away by a (sudden and curious?) storm. Something liberated which had been sealed up in the masonry of years ago. Things happen.

218 Mirage in time—image of long-vanish’d pre-human city.

219 Fog or smoke—assumes shaped under incantations.

220 Bell of some ancient church or castle rung by some unknown hand—a thing . . . or an invisible Presence.

221 Insects or other entities from space attack and penetrate a man’s head and cause him to remember alien and exotic things—possible displacement of personality.

2.10.2008

Rest in Peace, September 11th



Speak, the Hungarian Rapper.
Stop the Batman, Stop your Business.

1.16.2007

Journal of Unsolicited Poetry, Vol 1.

Welcome all to the first edition of The Journal of Unsolicited Poetry.
This irregular Journal collects the works submitted over the
last 30 days before the publication date. I'm happy to see
so many new names here, all working in the pioneering
manner of Burroughs and Gysin, some breaking the rules of
Micropoetry itself. There are some collaborative works here,
such as Gist and Sharkey, and the stunning first work of
Deshaunn Capps, who I hope to hear more of in the future.
I congratulate all of these artists, toiling in their day jobs
as copywriters, for their brilliant work.
- John Sarkos,
Kohat,
January 16, 2007


BANDERO
Yoshiko Brunner

before she mentioned the gig.

was. It was better lit now and I saw that rows of seats reached up in
and practically hypnotized into immobility. So it wasnt just a matter
hope. The door opened and there was a hiss, rumble and clank behind me
these musicians before-on the box-so their delightful entertainment
Thats great news. Over and out. I raised my voice. Company-halt.
themselves the Machmen. Man is strong, woman weak, virility rules,
And it really was special. We watched ourselves attacking the song
eternal-and four hundred and twelve channels.
gloomily into space.

ANGLOPHOBIC
Sarava Darossa

baksheesh for years. They started selling it to support the habit.

The bit more went on a bit more than I appreciated and I was just
Dont these sheot shepherds ever wash? Tremearne asked.
He placed a small recorder on the table, stepped back. The green
Training film? You mean more about the pool in the forest?
soon as you spoke.
really eye-bugging time for the tourists.
Maybe, but not too clear. Could have been here once but it is so
We were very silent on our return trip, scarcely aware of the
some firewood. It is breakfast time.
with.

SERRAT
Ciara Blass

you one. You may be a big man out there in the galaxy, but here you

Could you teach me unarmed defense?
conversation.
I heard the same thing. Grab Floyd, He must be recovering because I
which was tastefully labeled with jewel-studded gold letters PEDERASTS
to supply a leader for them to follow? I asked.
Given to us when we were booted out of the place. Hints made of
He looked from me to Floyd, even down at Fido who wagged its tail,
us informed about all the masculine meanderings beyond the wall. I
But there is a road alongside it. Which appears to be the only road
someone who sort of makes up the tunes, then writes down the stuff

COMMONPLACE
Merrick Holzclaw

giants back and kidneys that opened his mouth wide with pain, forcing

sleeping patrol.
To do what?
you agree to take orders from me and no one else. Even better. Now I
frequencies and that would be the end of that. Anyone know of a kind
about the . . . execution.
labors to you. Since you gentlemen come from the surging, mongrel
Where? Floyd asked, since he had only heard my side of the
You will come. Quickly.
behind completely with that one. Explanation?
covered with rusty, reddish hair. His beard cascaded down his chest-
A bit hungover are we? Steengo asked cheerfully. I suppose there

SARACEN
Danette Hanney

these myths to justify their existence.

shyster who is theoretically paid to uphold the law. Yet you stand by
behind me-along with most of the squad of guards. Everyone wanted to
sight.
before. Not one with six legs.
hair, were the only signs of age.
We burtued at a slow trot, down the road and turned right at the
his downfall had been an accident. I blocked his punch, grabbed and
Are we going to have to talk to all of them?
We are born into danger; we leave it only when we die.
It was pretty good. Before we got to the second chorus the stampede

COIL = REFRIGERATOR
Paol Overton

Teddy. Not a real bear. Teddies are for children and you are no

Who seems to be the top trader around here.
Discarded. Gone from Paradise. Non-existent. Men have no need of
You wouldnt like to, maybe, explain just what you are talking
as supports for a singularly crude platform. Planks had been set up
Dont we look for the thing any more? Floyd asked worriedly. A good
We are born into danger; we leave it only when we die.
doesnt like this operation? Who wants it to fail?
going out live. Only with a him instead of a her.
Your restraints will be removed and you will be given an orientation

OPHTHALMOLOGIST
Naomi Portillo

you.

tired eyes, I followed the others. Outdoors into a field of ripening
had had about enough for one day. We were alive, if not too well. We
they were arranging around the platform; there were even a few flowers
but a very good one. These militaristic themes were also carried
the Pentagon with the Machmen close by outside it. The Fundamentaloids
But what about the thirty-day poison?
in, probably caused by drugs in the earlier session, rendered that
Shbsha . . . I said, or something like that. Chomped my dry mouth
tomorrow is another day. Forget it.

HYPNOTIZED
Unnur Carpenter

shut and I was alone. Very much alone.

what all that was about?
his henchmen roared with laughter at his subtle humor.
without meeting any opposition. Though I had the gun ready just in
scatologically; he had a fine turn of phrase and went on for a long
says it looks like we are but really rooty-getooty!
Just knock off the superior attitude cagal, diGriz. I know your
guessing. I put the finger out again and promised myself that I would
he dropped the prints through a slot. A second hologram floated in the
Pretty tightly is not the way I would describe it. Hermetically.

INSECT
Dayna Franco

information and have been not only rebuffed but warned off.

I put on my funky bejeweled spectacles and looked through the door.
again and then-with sudden determination-turned and hurried off. He
Floyd and Steengo were ushered reverently into the other vehicle.
doing my duty. Which is to sample your saliva. And test it, which I
grins and handshakes over our heads. When the shouts had died away old
I havent the slightest idea. Why?
closed the window and went to bed. It had been a very, very long day.
Gone, Majesty. All gone. Just lake all of those who have gone
technical observers seem sure that the artifact is down there

EFFECTUAL
Danilo Camarillo

door. A young woman with torn clothing, dusty and staggering.

silent steps in his direction and launched myself into a flying kick
that lowered the ability to think clearly, that left the brain open to
situation here on this planet. Not only the way your group is being
Ill try to remember that. And I want to copy this into memory in my
I know a lot more than that, he said pressing the beard and
even paler. He worked his way through them all. Sighed tremulously,
I suppose there are plenty of job opportunities for skilled
Discarded. Gone from Paradise. Non-existent. Men have no need of
and His followers. That has been told. And it is told that to avoid

BAYONET
Snorri Chong

I cannot answer that. But I have been instructed to take you to

Not a real dog, Steengo said, turning away from me. A symbolic dog
this the chamber will be flooded with water by an automatic device
others come, to more pressing business. Since I am now in the open, so
What good will you do me-if the trial will be after my execution?
not be hurt-but only if you answer truthfully. You have seen this
Nor would our watcher answer any questions in the few minutes that we
Swallow. This. Will. Help.
Veldi looked in.
some time for us to extract ourselves from the attentive embrace of

INHERIT=DATELESS
Jai Gist

Training and programming, dear boy. Before this present assignment I

combat, why none of us would be here. Thanks guys. Mission complete
Steengo nodded agreement, then winced and touched the bandage around
I projected a holo of a watch. I truly dont know-because I dont
injections that were to simulate the aftereffects of our drug
rations. Which had the texture of cardboard-if not the same exciting
my pendant skull-computer but of course it was gone with the rest of
Take yourself in hand, Jim! I ordered. Reached back and took a
I remember it. The show about the cook who marries the dictator.
guns, Rapellit-binetti X-nineteens. Rate of fire twelve hundred rounds

PRONOMINA=DIESEL
Lizaveta Pridgeon

I shall query the people involved hourly on the hour, he said

around. Any requests?
as my bonds snapped open. I rubbed my stiff arms and stood up slowly
So everyone out there is a nutcase or a weirdo of some kind?
I kept turning to face the rear. I reached out and got a hand on the
passed the wall was high and unscalable. Though I stayed in radio
know about. That I dont know about. Because I watch the watchers. I
decision. We have heard, from reliable sources, that there is to be
had found the artifact so our mission was accomplished. The fact that
What was in that green beer? Floyd said hoarsely, then began to

SKINFLINT
Marisol Spohn

He said nothing, just leaned over to retrieve the gun.
subside. We have indeed been hard done by.

almost touching, wrapped up in each other. I was forgotten. I hated
The last time I looked she was. I moved sideways a bit, closer to
little explanation is very much in order.
He started towards Steengo, a red giant of unleashed power. Hands
Absolutely, Floyd. With their protection we need not feel insecure.
barked, and when I looked up launched itself down at me. I caught it,
And more still ahead, Madonette said. Three bricks high now.
I really slept, I said. Like a rock. Thirsty.
attractive. Tired-looking vegetables, crude clay pots, piles of dried

PAEDOLOG = GREENBACK
Leigh Christiano

join the other three already up. Made for some interesting shadows. A

I dont think that this tune would make the galactic top ten but it
birdbrains present. Men struggled to draw weapons and roared crude
we are enjoying your hospitality, neither I nor my associates will
glowing numbers appeared before me.
Neath the blue sun.
I am afraid that it was, and I do apologize. But you must realize
sort of life they prefer to live. Without endangering the peaceful
next to him. Who folded and dropped without a sound.
Ill need another bullet, he said. With my voice.
Wish I could-but theyre nomads.

GEHENNA = MULLET
Loyd Sharkey

Then here we go. Packs on, weapons ready, fingers crossed. Forward!

of the barred door. Instantly. If you attempt to touch me or the
And a good-morning bow-wow to you gentlemen. Your new friend has
You are all here now, Iron John said. Soldier-guard the entrance.
I jumped to my feet, spilling dry crumbs of dead sandwiches onto the
guns, Rapellit-binetti X-nineteens. Rate of fire twelve hundred rounds
looked fearfully at the Commander who sneered in return.
Nothing, I said.
talking.
And wants to hear more. On tour. Which is impossible. The planet is
A stripped-down version wouldnt have been half as much fun for him

FANFAROND
Deshaunn Capps

asked. The gas projector I had palmed when my back was turned towards

TERMAGANT
Biagino Starr

once again by the lake.
and plenty of rest and raw vegetables. Think positive.

He looked startled at my tone, put it back on the table and turned it
Why do you grieve, oh king? he asked in a light and clear voice.
to me and . . .
punched deep into your mind, into your subconscious. You were being
what all that was about?
ability by your almost-successful theft. The poison guarantees your
Why unhappily and tragically?
Either to guard the beasts or keep them from wandering. I have a
sound as well. The audience was looking at the screen instead of at us
combative, confrontational, insecure and unstable-and appear to need

GANGSMAN
Agapito Horner

on pulleys to the rear of the chariot. This lifted and dropped a small

be less trouble to them if I were safely dead. And there were only
there are any other coins not in our custody the signal will sound.
Are you there, Aida? Madonette said.
This was all done with ruthless efficiency. My toes dragged along the
ear as he rumbled on.
mortally wounded animals filled the room.
Foods food and I never consider the source. Floyd reached for
could just as easily have killed you. Then we could rustle all your
climb up. Floyd saw my condition and if he hadnt half dragged me I
You might say that.

EXTENDE=DUSTPAN
Cuc Harjo

That sounds like absolute waffle to me. The truth, now, or you are

smile like a poker player laying down five Aces.
Footsteps sounded in the darkness, and there was a small laugh. Light
sentenced to death-without making any attempt to interfere?
before him, behind him-striking him. Wearing him down.
it all. The test circuitry is simply testing the circuits of your
out of sight of the others-and talk to him. Show him the photograph
as I could I constructed a new tachyometer, conveyed it to the site of
she appears to be . . .
passed me he dropped something small into my lap. I waited a minute

VIVI
Hedwig Higgenbotham

Everything, you dimwit. That is why I am here.
booklet, a canteen of distilled water, as well as a weeks supply of

survivors aside, tell them about me and the assignment. Ill meet them
the photo. Turning it around at arms length, squinting farsightedly
like you say. He swung about and stamped over to me. Now you give
drinking even more. We played a number but no one was listening.
No, of course it couldnt be. The man at the bottom of the pool has
porcuswine prods stomped up and glared obnoxiously while our manacles
What was I doing here, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the
there any remote possibility that I might be informed of the nature of
Source not visible.

ULTRAMODERN
Bosmat Hiller

rehearse the stuff and hopefully gain at least a moderate level of

No. But the thirty days are past. Two days ago!
riposo.
they are?
this in. Drinks! he ordered his men. And food whatever they want.
Vote seconded, motion passed. They were all horizontal now. I took
forever. It is their rare privilege to be admitted to Paradise as full
going. I shut up. Floyd shook the spittle from his so-called musical
and a mighty organ sounded out the opening bars of Mutants of
Iron John-you have forgotten something. You have forgotten me.
Youre right. We dont. During the sleepless hours of the night I