“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 Disconsolate Chimera” / Memorable Fancies #1448

[“The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.” – Eliot] “He’s part...” something, they say about me, naming a few mammals or electronic components, “and part...” something else, and then something else again. No. I am neither this nor that, nor parts of this or that; I am a new thing in the world, singular and all myself. <END> Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: The Trees of Malice, 16 stories of horror and the weird too creepy to share. From Abuzz Press.   … [Read more...]

“I Made This” / Memorable Fancies #1243

[“I made this, I have forgotten / And remember.” – T.S. Eliot]       Sometimes I think I made the world – my world, anyway, perhaps not yours as well – and other times I think that the world was here long before I came and I’ve done nothing but watch the billiard balls of cause and chance collide, carom to their destined pockets. <END> Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: At All Adventure, a Maltheist gospel. … [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...]

“The Piper” / Memorable Fancies #183

[“What happens when a new work of art is created is something that happens simultaneously to all the works of art which preceded it.” – Eliot] I saw that the New Masters Gallery was resplendent with freshly painted ceilings and newly washed windows. Droplights had been dusted for the first time in years. All this was in preparation for the opening of recent oils by Nicholas Hamelin, a hitherto unknown artist, “whose art is a new voice in the world of art,” as the publicity postcards ineptly … [Read more...]