Your anorexic dimensions stick awkwardly into my memory – fidgeting through my mettle and blood. You squat over me at the curve I drink on, the bend I think along, spread thin over time spread thinner. You get inside the hole and make a hole inside where a hole does no good, fit a space [...]
Archive for November, 2008
O, these artsy little roomy ones taking away our automatic guns to blow their smug little faces dry “the poor animals! the poor animals! O, why must they die?” The singing, slimish, selfy ones taking away all our pellet guns “O, life is gentle, life is sweet… where is my stomach, O, why can’t I [...]
Twilight ambles through and bares a window across its semi-naked body. Pierre’s faceless monotone mood escapes through the gaps in the bathroom door and Mary feels the sickening thump of yesterday’s absinth beating her head to a pulp. -Monsieur, please wake up. Monsieur, the doors are being locked and you must leave. You cannot stay [...]
White to Move: Mate in Two
Posted: November 27, 2008 by sam penman in Chess ProblemsTags: Chess Problems
[note: I have had to make my own chessboard and pieces for technical reasons. I apologise for the crudity of it all which is why I have provided a key.]
Pandora ribbaly urches forward and jumps ship. Tippy toeing she goes across the wooden waves like Jesus over Galilean swoothes would do. -Filli me! and, o! Tables, all not-tables and square as circles are… back to good ol’ one plus one and up in the great big blue and blushy scalligug goes dreaming for the [...]
I am compelled to paint as I am compelled to shake the dust off my coat. Artistic creativity does not give birth to something new, but rather, discards something old - it is the creative act of abortion. A painting is severed from the artist in an act of self-mutilation; the finished painting is an amputated memory, which makes the act of memorizing [...]
