“The Key” / Memorable Fancies #709

[“We think of the key, each in his prison / Thinking of the key” – The Waste Land] Someone tossed a key into my cell; I didn’t know who, because it happened when I was sleeping, and by the time I heard the tinkle of metal hitting the concrete floor and woke up, my perhaps-friend had disappeared around a corner. What was I to make of this? Of course I’d always wanted out of this place of dark remembrance, but that another would do me that favor was – well – suspicious. Would I be shot in … [Read more...]

“The Sprouting” / Memorable Fancies #566

[“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout?” – Eliot, The Waste Land] That was Philip. Yes, as soon as the last frost was gone I caught the ground heaving one day, just a little, and a tiny finger poking out, the nail still soft and pliable. A week later a few more parts of Philip sprouted, and the fingers had grown almost to full size. I probed the ground gently with a thin pole, and yes, Philip was growing healthily, the flesh firming up, the gaping … [Read more...]

“Connecting Nothing with Nothing” / Memorable Fancies #1519

 [“On Margate sands / I can connect / Nothing with nothing.” – The Waste Land] A prize was offered for the next person, after T.S. Eliot, who could connect nothing with nothing. I eagerly entered the contest and went about looking for two nothings to connect together. “Well,” a shopkeeper told me, “we have a nothing around here somewhere; over in that corner, I think. And there’s another one outside – I believe I saw it there the other day. – What kind of contest did you say you’re in? … [Read more...]

“The Conversation” / Memorable Fancies #1109

[“So I assumed a double part, and cried / And heard another's voice cry” – Eliot, Little Gidding]        It was a typical conversation between her and me: she was out somewhere and I spoke for her as well as for myself: the condemnations, the excuses, the lies. I accomplished quite a bit of relationship-building this way, over the weeks and months. But one day she didn’t return.    And so the conversation continued, more corrosive and pleasing than ever. <END> Buy it on Amazon: … [Read more...]

F567 “The Cannibal Variations XX: Sprouting” / Memorable Fancies #566

“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout?” – Eliot, The Waste Land]      That was Philip. Yes, as soon as the last frost was gone I caught the ground heaving one day, just a little, and a tiny finger poking out, the nail still soft and fleshy. A week later a few more parts of Philip sprouted, and the fingers had grown almost to full size. I poked the ground gently with a thin pole, and yes, Philip was growing healthily, the flesh firming up, the gaping … [Read more...]