Taking Occupied Possession

To walk step by step contracts space by the consumption of distance which though contrary, because it takes so much longer, distills in memory to encompass. This is the taking possession. The space may be machine made dwarfing little human but the distilled memory...

Beautiful Things

There was a short-haired French woman, late 30s, playing first violin in a small Orchestra. The program alternated classical and populist current songs and this vignette is set to Love Story by Indila. She wasn’t pretty or severe enough to be statuesque. She...

Splurge: Moon to Mars

The older ones are called Generation X, the younger ones are called Millennials. Grand titles indeed for half a century of docile dispossession. Dispossession of what you may ask? Well: of something greater than the homogenized facsimile individualism (note the...

Juke Box Heroes with Stars in Their Eyes

“Wealth used to wield influence as a trumped up aristocracy, now it is wildly influential as a plutocracy of Trumps.” Wealth redistribution, socialism, all these pipedream panacea: they’re just fodder for the dinner table conversation of wageslaves....

Diaspora of the Angels

Having opened the isthmus that should never be made manifest, bridging the gulf between the world and the Blood Red Moon, the Fallen One has turned his back on the shattered Sethron homeland and passed the Rubicon - the point of no return that forces a way into the...

Poetic Shiraz

Most don’t get much of a ‘classical’ education these days. Huysmans’s cut-and-paste reflections on literature and poetry is choc full o’ poetical jargon and though it looks lovely on the purplepage, I don’t think one in twenty know...

English Grass

Clutching at this English grass, bound Teviot to Tamar, north: raggle-taggle grey and green, south: Exmoor stags and russet… It should be the same as the grass of France, of polders, bergs, of Normanlands, or up in Cuzco’s lush plateau, or down to...

Berlin and the World Cup 2006 by Ambulance

JANUARY 2006: It was four bottles of red a night to reach the end, sweeter the wine,  more sour the mood.  Makers Mark Bourbon got to the gold only by the second bottle. Fun times, paranoid times as a lack of death wish dredges up endless concerns on the...