[“...the forgotten stones...” – Thomas Bernhard] This one is round. I’m hefting it now. Yes, it fits well in my fist. Very well. It seems to want to be thrown, as it might have been thrown long before, by some forgotten other. Yes, it seems to say, throw me!, but not now – not now – no one is near enough. Wait. … [Read more...]
“The Confession” / Memorable Fancies #1450
26 January, 2016 by Leave a Comment
[“He would say, for example: At times I feel that another person and I are the same and at times I don’t.” – Wittgenstein] Jorgensen imagined me one day, pretended that there was a vicious man, a second self, who compelled him to do all those – violent things. So when Jorgensen went on trial he called me as a witness, implored me to confess that I had forced him to violence. And to his surprise I did appear and I did confess, but my revenge on Jorgensen for inventing me was this: I confessed … [Read more...]
“A Gesture” / Memorable Fancies #1124
25 February, 2015 by Leave a Comment
[“The disconcerted gestures of statues ...” – John Ashbery] The statue’s arms, in that gesture. What ... ? Was there another statue there before, facing it, sledgehammer raised? A statue of a friend? A lover? <END> Buy it on Amazon: See/Saw. In this novel you can sell your memories for cash. And regret it. … [Read more...]
“Pretense” / Memorable Fancies #567
2 January, 2014 by Leave a Comment
[“They pretend to declare a war.” – Albert Camus] But the declaration is also a pretending, a way of imagining vast destruction that may never be needed, now that our hearts are sufficiently black. <END> If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites. Subscriptions to this blog are available at www.amazon.com/author/terencekuch or at www.bit.ly/Fancies. – or you can just Follow … [Read more...]
“The Playgoer’s Dream” / A Memorable Fancy #059
12 March, 2013 by Leave a Comment
There is a prop or two on stage: perhaps a stool turned backward. Mist rises from under-stage machines. Experts have assured the theatre manager that no toxic chemicals are involved, or at least that none will, under normal circumstances, reach the audience. Nonetheless, physicians are in attendance. At last the house is full. The audience shifts uneasily in its seats. Coughs ring out from those who suppose, vainly, that by coughing at this permitted time no coughs will issue from them … [Read more...]
“Extinction” / A Memorable Fancy #275
9 March, 2013 by Leave a Comment
“The problem with forgetting,” said the man in the dark suit, “is that you have to remember what you’ve tried so vainly to forget – before you can forget, excise it from your mind scrape by scrape. In fact, that’s the key, isn’t it? ‘Extinction,’ we call it. Over and over and over, remember everything you can about her in the utmost detail, about how you and she were, together, and how you imagined she was when you were alone. The more you feel your pulse rising, your hands shaking, the … [Read more...]
“Friends” / A Memorable Fancy #052
5 February, 2013 by Leave a Comment
Herbert had seven friends, but they all moved away. No one reads his blog. A Google search turns up nine hits on “Herbert W. Norton, Jr.,” but this is someone else with the same name. He is accidentally omitted from the company phone book. “Just an oversight,” SueAnn Carleton says, “I’m sorry.” Herbert buys a gun, takes it to work, points it. Now SueAnn is really sorry. … [Read more...]
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