“Clarity” / Memorable Fancies #785

      Recently announced: a program to enable people to find out what they really believe – not those solemn things said on solemn occasions but really – down deep – one’s ultimate beliefs unsullied by the demands of everyday dishonesty.        So I made an appointment with the local office of Credere, Inc., to help me sort all this out, discover what I really believed, what my “values” (as they called them) really were; to end my doubts and confusions. Credere would, their ads claimed, make … [Read more...]

“Photograph of a Young Man Slumped on a Bench” / Memorable Fancies #778

     So many worries! I walked right up to him and took his face. I wanted to ask, but it’s easier just to shoot.      What’s your problem? What are you, anyway? Twenty? Twenty five? <END> [note: there was an actual photograph, but I think the prose bit can stand alone - tk] THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon and Other Outlets: “At … [Read more...]

“Photograph, Railroad Station, Staunton, Virginia, Year 1976″ / Memorable Fancies #771

     See the crowds? The station rests from crowds. The boys came back in ’45 and everybody went away.      The place was hardly worth a picture then, before paint flaked and iron gates rusted shut.      Look out! when they start to call it Old Town: already the dread / antique / boutique. <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon … [Read more...]

“Little Murders” / Memorable Fancies #764

     Fluffy caught a mouse.      The other cats startle stiff at what she’d dragged into the house: bloody, disassembled, played to shreds. They stroll away with rigid eyes and glassy legs, pounce on dustballs, practice desperate death. <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon and Other Outlets: “At All Adventure” – an alternative … [Read more...]

“The Tweetiapp” / Memorable Fancies #757

     The famous writer bought a tweet-generator app to keep his name in front of his fans, so he could get back to writing. An in-app upgrade composed return tweets: loving and admiring messages as if from the writer’s own fictional characters.      This app became very popular, not only among writers.      Were there, at last, any real people, or only their frantic retweets? <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or … [Read more...]

“Strings” / Memorable Fancies #750

         Punch and Judy shows terrify children when they see the strings, realize that whoever is pulling Punch’s strings is the real evil being making Punch punch and hit and punch again and maul.          They wonder who might be pulling their own strings. Perhaps something they heard last week in Sunday School ... <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social … [Read more...]

“The New Chord” / Memorable Fancies #743

      The old musician walked carefully down the street toward home. I’ve heard everything, he thinks, all the music my century knows. I’m very old and I can’t seem to die. There’s nothing left to do or say, and even this I barely remember minute to minute.       But then he heard a tune a child nearby was playing on a pennywhistle. Not the basic tune itself, which seemed ordinary enough, but the structure, the hints of what might at one time have been a novel chord progression now reduced to … [Read more...]

“Competition” / Memorable Fancies #736

     In the poor mining town, funerals are the only theatre. Only there can people show extreme emotions without causing scandal, indeed are expected to do so. There are coaches, classes, competition for awards as the death of a loved one nears. [– after Thomas Bernhard] <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon and Other Outlets: “At All … [Read more...]

“A Shaggy-Computer Story” / Memorable Fancies #729

     A patent application described the new machine in detail. 56 pages of text were provided, along with 443 schematics. An external HD drive appendix contained its operating system. In terms of the machine’s function, or what apps it could perhaps host, however, the patent application was phrased with such obfuscatory verbiage that any reader (or patent examiner) would conclude that what the machine would do really was unique and clearly worthy of a patent, even though they didn’t really … [Read more...]

“The Robot Quanders” / Memorable Fancies #722

     Am I the only robot, or are there more? Perhaps only some of the people I work with are robots. But which ones are they?      Or, how do I know that everyone else isn’t a robot and I’m the only one? The others look like me, they talk like me, they have emotions (at least a few of them seem to).      But if I can’t tell the difference, perhaps there is no difference.      Who built us? The others seem to be very religious, say pretty much the same thing, that God built people, … [Read more...]

“Five Briefs” / Memorable Fancies #708

Some people say they saw Jesus in the clouds once and they never were the same after that ’cause they kept looking up looking up looking up # I made a second body for me. He’s my playmate. No, I have plenty of friends, so it wasn’t loneliness that led me to invent my other body. It’s just that my friends aren’t – aren’t me. # Hot, foul air poured into the subway stations from the tunnels: a breeze, then a gale. There were faint sounds, then louder. At first, we thought it was just … [Read more...]

“Understand?” / Memorable Fancies #701

      I was infatuated with a man I knew slightly. I began to dress like Rob (that was his name), talk like him, develop the same interests. People noticed; some were amused. All this time, Rob didn’t know what I was up to, but eventually someone told him, and then that person told me what he’d done.       I waited in embarrassed dread for Rob to accuse me, belittle me as some petty impostor. After several days, he did call. But he wasn’t angry or even amused, just regretful. “Look,” he said, … [Read more...]

“Five Briefs” / Memorable Fancies #694

Living on a planet of a two-sun system, each of us has two shadows. Sometimes one overlays the other, looking like an eight-limbed two-headed beast. Sometimes the shadows fight over who’s on top and who’s beneath. # Sleeping quietly will pass for a theatre-goer’s mild critique of a play. Coughing is the next level of disapproval, followed by nose-blowing. Snoring is the most devastating critique; it is widely appreciated, and often reported in the press. # Perhaps, we thought in the … [Read more...]

“At the Shrine of Apollo, 524 B.C.” / Memorable Fancies #687

      There were visitors on our island this morning, rich pilgrims. I overheard them saying that Apollo may not have been born here on Delos as our old stories say, but somewhere else.       We must make sure that our visitors say this no more: loud gold-giving pilgrims may hear, bright Apollo’s shrine - dim. <END> THE SUNDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW … [Read more...]

“Five Briefs XXXII” / Memorable Fancies #680

The temple statue says: I am not a representation of the god, I am the god. If not me, then where is the god? Let it for once show itself! # The Story: A narrative appears, then a different version, then yet another, as if someone were reluctantly confessing, searching to find the right story one whiplash at a time. # What happens in the audience IS the play. Sneezing, groping, fights. The plot unfolds in the audience as the actors do some trivial and irrelevant performance, stage business … [Read more...]

“Five Briefs – XXXII” / Memorable Fancies #673

The mirror must be destroyed: it saw me as I am, never mind that tomorrow I will reform. # A TV is invented that customizes a show in response to our wishes. In Washington, for instance, the Sunday talk shows display the deep respect Republicans and Democrats have for each other. # Why do we sometimes remember events that never happened? This puts the whole concept of “happened” into question, doesn’t it? Why do we remember our shameful defeats that surely never happened? Couldn’t have … [Read more...]

“Revelation” / Memorable Fancy #666

      A young priest came to me today. Most worshipfully he stared at my feet and asked for a blessing. Then he said that he had – regretfully, in all modest humility - founded a Reform movement to supersede my revelations, or at most preserve them as thoughts known to an earlier age, beliefs no longer relevant to modern life.       I told the priest that if there were to be a Reform movement I would found and lead it myself, not him. Then I sent him away to do penance.       I know I will … [Read more...]

“Five Briefs – XXX” / Memorable Fancies #659

     More statues of me appear every day. One would be an honor, perhaps two or three would show even more honor. But now there are dozens, with a deteriorating level of craftsmanship as each new one appears. I suspect a joke, a silent protest. #      The place our shadows went, the old legend says – is the shadows’ new country. They won’t ever admit there were people, that they are not their own originals. #      If all the noise suddenly stops, what would we hear? What sounds … [Read more...]

“A Clear Conscience” / Memorable Fancies #652

“The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt.” – Kafka      The feeling that we are all guilty spreads through the country like a dread disease. There is disagreement as to what we are guilty of, but each of us can remember something – a petty crime, a cruel act, a long-held grudge, a wish for an enemy to die in unendurable pain. The guilt-plague spreads from person to person.      Cures are sought. If we could find one person who is not ridden by these guilt feelings, … [Read more...]

“Third Epistle to the Corinthians – What If…” / Memorable Fancies #645

Therefore I write these things being absent (2 Corinthians 13:10)      In our last letter, Paul wrote "God saved us from dying in Asia, and he will save us again." But by now you know that Paul is dead in Rome, and Timothy in hiding.      Before he died, Paul asked me to write you in his name, that you remain strong in the faith. I know how much you venerate the two letters he wrote you. You copy them to other churches. You settle doctrine with them. You decorate them with gold. You touch … [Read more...]

“For Demetrios, 226 A.D.” / Memorable Fancies #634

     They say that few have been killed by the sweet forbearing god, never mind the shaking angry sky above or tyrant’s crushing rule below.      No one but Demetrios was killed by the god, no, not even he, but only one of his thieving guards, splayed bleating on the altarstone, pressed down hard by some invisible hand until his various moistures leaked like rotten fruit.      They say the sweet avenging god has left you for last, Demetrios!   <END>   THE SUNDAY … [Read more...]

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