“The Murmur of Names” / Memorable Fancies #1886

[“the murmur of names” – J.H. Prynne] I wait for my name to be called, but the angels are not reading them in alphabetical order, and they speak so fast and so quietly, and in their angelish accent as well, that my name might have been called already but I didn’t hear it, the name that would assure me of a place here with them forever, and now perhaps I’ve lost the chance because I haven’t answered quickly enough. They must have known I’d never wanted to be here in Heaven among these birds of … [Read more...]

“The Month Speaks” / Memorable Fancies #1885

[“The names of the months sound to me like threats.” – Pablo Neruda] And the threat is – you will never be rid of this month – I will return each year, finding you older, finding that you have learned nothing from my previous infestations of the years. >> [click Random Post on our Word Press page  – re-astonish yourself] … [Read more...]

“‘Mad about…” / Memorable Fancies #1884

[“Insanity is in some scary way the most freedom you can have, because you’re not bound by the laws of society.” – Tim Burton] It’s better than that: not only “not bound by the laws of society,” but not bound by the laws of ... yourself. > [click Random Post on our Word Press page  – re-astonish yourself] … [Read more...]

“The Collector” / Memorable Fancies #1883

I’ve been a collector all my life. When I was five, I collected rocks and dead leaves. My friends asked why and I didn’t have an answer. Later, I collected rocks and dead leaves and old bones. Still later I turned to rocks and dead leaves and old bones and ... living things. And then,... And when the authorities asked me why, I finally did have an answer. But it was too late. … [Read more...]

“The Longest Day” / Memorable Fancies #1882

Today, June 21, is the longest day of this year. From now on, the days will become shorter. But the annual turnaround, December 21, won’t happen this time. As announced this morning by God in a stunning decision, the days will become still shorter. The last day, when the sun just barely peeks over the horizon and then disappears forever, is expected to be a day of prayer.   … [Read more...]

“The Dig” / Memorable Fancies #1881

– Excitement, yes; but also a tremor of fear, remembering those who ventured here before. What will we find below the surface of this hellish place, where the earth shakes and erupts in fire and terror? With the first shovelful, the earth opens up in front of us like a mouth. Like the mouth, we suddenly know, that claimed those who came before us.   … [Read more...]

“Possibilities” / Memorable Fancies #1880

[“...the experience of projected possibilities implicit in desire.” ­­– Judith Butler] My desire planning its future with my desired one, abandoning as impossible, intolerable, my existence without her – or what’s more alarming, her existence without me.   … [Read more...]