January 2012
58 posts
6-word short stories
For sale: baby shoes, never worn. -Ernest Hemingway
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time -Alan Moore
Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses. -Richard Powers
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly. -Orson Scott Card
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. -Margaret Atwood
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth. -Vernor Vinge
Watchpathetic-fallacy:
Drew Barrymore on SNL - Body Fuzion
Carolyn and I could laugh about this skit FOREVER
“Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of...”
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
how can how can you ask me again
Tarkovsky's Dream
Last night I dreamt that I had died.
But I could see, or rather feel,
what was going on around me
….
I felt I had no strength or will,
I was only capable of witnessing
my own death, my own corpse.
Above all, I could feel in my dream
something long forgotten, something
that had not happened to me for a long time -
the feeling that it was not a dream but real.
It is such a powerful...
