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FROM THE LAKESHORE, or A Few Cuttings Randomly Weeded Out From an Unpublished Typescript of YoreScrap the Third
… Tanks are crawling in ye medieval streets of ye ancient town– Unmoving, strained, alone, I sit—the sun of march, 1977, drills my skin— I had never lived—even playing shadows were no more— Murder did spread itself in a cool darkness of march, 1977— Everything...
FROM THE LAKESHORE, or A Few Cuttings Randomly Weeded Out From an Unpublished Typescript of YoreScrap the Second
Here only to rest— Here I spent everything—alone— mirroring for awhile—and smile. Illusion—Illusion— Skylines and lakes, and this same illusion— heard here in loneliness. At least a wish to cry—in a room— to cry for a woman to be here—lust, longing— Of...
FROM THE LAKESHORE, or A Few Cuttings Randomly Weeded Out From an Unpublished Typescript of YoreScrap the First
Streams never wear away. Our memories are coming afloat in a stream of thought—here. That’s something you tend to forget. A young man, a young woman, walking one beside the other. An old ceiling cobweb —Horror—Unceasing wailing. «The first thing I saw,...
No Other Memory
Running–Runaway storm faraway backwards– Cold reality of dream–turn back. Beyond the dunes the sun seemed shining– Earnest, neat palm-trees–white mild shaking, the tents–the lake–for the children. After supper she showed him starry forms– Breath of the...
How To Read, Perhaps
« … substantial, healthy sustenance …» for imagery «is also available in certain, though by no means all, works of cheap literature … ans so it happens that the person who can see more deeply can find the elements he really needs in the lower depths of...
Lady Duskrover: Towards a Kung-Fu Magick Fantasy Tale
… … … … dimly seen as a day-dream, walking down the green riverside in a wet & windy Sunday afternoon—the Ancient Western Crossing not faraway—the campsite someplace there but now forgotten—the ghosts of Punic hosts still looming in time, perhaps—still...
First Reconnaissance on the Field of Adventure
Happened or about to happen, adventure is an arousing, strange, or unforeseen event or experience —a chance —an hazardous undertaking as well as an alluring one for it holds a promise of oddity, of unknown —fate, doom, fortune, a commercial or financial...
Unbounded
… a vacant lot …… looking towards the setting sun …… a land beyond the worldsnow-covered and blue-shaded in winterwith wastes wilds and a long low ravine …… grasslands and moorlands and downs …… thickets and groves jungles and forests,swamps and canebrakes...
A Nether Picture from «Les Mohicans de Paris»
Treading the streets of Paris in the middle of the night to meet a beatiful lover, young Alexandre Dumas, «touriste noctambulant», carrying «ni canne, ni poignard, ni pistolets», passed always before a certain «porte voutée, à barreaux de fer», closed...
A Dim Scrying Sight
As ruins and forests were seen through the veils of time by the eyes of the flaneur strolling about the streets of Paris so nether pictures might be seen through the veils of plot, scenery and characters by the catoptromantic eyes of the visionary reader...