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The Photograph
I register the details almost instantly, looking away before I can realize what I’ve seen. Turning my head, too quickly, snapping a look of innocence over my eyes. Have they noticed anything? I try to fit the details into a coherent image: the flat, glossy print, the mustache, a flash of teeth, what is that…
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This poisoned morning: dark gray shades that shift one to the other, and the doorway’s flesh begins to soften with the acid wash of sunlights our unfocused eyes can’t bear; we run down blackened streets, we try to flee serrated knives of light, the glaring dawn, turn sharpened corners, freeze to watch the change in…
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Dislocated
Feeling, late at night, peculiarly disconnected, dislocated: not merely in time and space, but in intention, in dream – I feel as though I don’t know who I would want to have been, what I would want to have happened. Regrets, as you no doubt know from the rest of my blog, are not unusual…
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Vathek
After a rather long and chaotic day (many undergraduates being foolish – getting distinctly irritated with some of them), reading Beckford’s Vathek (and The Episodes of Vathek) for fun, late at night. My taste for fantasy was established largely by Lin Carter’s vast publishing venture in the 1970s, the Ballantine Adult Fantasy line. A lot…
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Between
Between bad weather and good, winter and spring, overworked and relaxed, busy and casual…. Feeling a bit mixed on the whole. The weather has been sharply cold, then today it is sunny and relatively pleasant. The many stressful, big things to do are either done or in train, since Thursday – all weekend I’ve been…
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Ryman’s Air
Reading Geoff Ryman’s Air. I know: it’s a bit silly to talk about a book you’ve only started – I’ve read about three chapters. It’s also the kind of book that is deeply involving; a somewhat dangerous distraction when I’ve had so much to do – on the other hand many things are done, perhaps…
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Paul Attinello 