Onward | a dream
The planet was dead-- bleached sky and dry soil (dry soul?). The utopia-machines lay broken and defunct. Uninhabitable, like the air you can no longer breathe. Cherry flexes her shoulder and leg muscles in the cramped little spaceship, munching on olives. The shipment of drupes was the only sustenance she could muster for the journey. … Continue reading Onward | a dream
Translating (unfinished) Cavafy: From The Historia Arcana
[The otherwise model archive of cavafy.com doesn't offer English translations of his unfinished poems. Here's an attempt at a short macabre that shows a different side of the "sensational" Alexandrine. Original text can be found here.] Often the look of Justinian horror and disgust inspired in his attendants. Something they suspected they did not dare utter; … Continue reading Translating (unfinished) Cavafy: From The Historia Arcana
Book Review: MOVE UNDER GROUND, by Nick Mamatas
Mamatas kick-started his career with this rollicking road-trip adventure mashing the Beats with the Cthulhu Mythos. Far from foreign bodies, as he shows, these two entities share dark links, both navigating existential voids and the lure of enlightenment on broadly individualist terms. Among the book's most confident chapters are in the beginning, where Jack is … Continue reading Book Review: MOVE UNDER GROUND, by Nick Mamatas
Translating Thanasis Triaridis: prologue to the honey lemons
[the phrase honey lemons is a literal approximation of μελένια λεμόνια, which sounds like melénia lemónia, and if you think this phonetic wordplay jibes nicely with the clash between sweet honey and sour lemon, you should also appreciate it takes a real translator to carry it over into another language. If you are a real … Continue reading Translating Thanasis Triaridis: prologue to the honey lemons
Translating Thanasis Triaridis: Background to their love
Included in “Ich Bebe”, first self-published electronically in 2007 without copyright ( http://www.triaridis.gr/ichbebe/ ) Every time he saw, still a teenager, on TV or in books those famous wonders of the world, Pyramids, Great Walls, Cathedrals reaching to the sky, he thought of killers holding swords and whips and slaves buried in various foundations unable … Continue reading Translating Thanasis Triaridis: Background to their love
on Medium: Nothing Really Matters
Much can be made of Bohemian Rhapsody the movie shitposting Bohemian Rhapsody the song’s bad reviews in a sequence that resembles a bizarro trailer within the movie it advertises. It’s as if Bohemian Rhapsody the film anticipates its own critical brush-off and clues the viewer in to preemptively sneer at it together like defiant Brexiteers. … Continue reading on Medium: Nothing Really Matters
Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem
Home. Orange lamplight smeared like oil on canvas. Lying in my own vomit I try to remember. When was that? Where did it happen? What do you call this city. All the arcades a blur. Strolling the streets at night: Haze of place-names and out-of-joint watering holes. I remember the bar on the balcony, the … Continue reading Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem
Fiction submissive
Really hopeful for this one, sent through to the most prestigious contest I could find in the horror genre. In the effort to polish it up I also had a lovely first collab with an editor. Let's hope I'll have a reason to write back at her. I no longer know or want to know. … Continue reading Fiction submissive
Escapism | a sense-memory
Two notes, like clanging twice on metal, punctuating a mechanical, almost submerged drum-and-bass section. Soon it will meet chainsaw guitars coming and going in sly riffs and I, long before the age of smartphones and Shazam, will wonder, again—what’s that song? I’m wasted by the promenade as it dawns on yet another twenty-something day. The … Continue reading Escapism | a sense-memory
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