“The War from Poolside” / Memorable Fancies #1819

[“like a war viewed from poolside” – Michael Palmer] We sat by the pool, calmly watching the far-away war on a small TV propped up on a chair. Reporters were breathlessly brave but ducked when a shell hit near them, when the news image shook. And then we heard the sirens of dread, our own news. Our TV shook, fell off its chair hissing dead into the water And all the images drowned. >  [Click Random Post above – re-astonish yourself] … [Read more...]

“That Final Secret” / Memorable Fancies #1675

I’ve got to tell you the secret now – because they’re on to me, and the world must know! By tomorrow – maybe even today – they’ll have captured me and uploaded me to an undisclosed location in the Cloud, or just deleted me outright. Even by telling you this, I’ve put your existence in danger, but you must be told that the world we know - ended in 1961. Bay of Pigs leading to nuclear war with the Soviet Union? No – you probably don’t remember learning about that. But that’s when our world … [Read more...]

“Tonight’s War” / Memorable Fancies #1564

[“Thank God there was no war tonight.” – Marilyn Chin] Some nights there are street-battles near enough to keep me awake. They’re so loud I open the window and yell out to both sides, hey can’t you keep it down a little out there? People are sleeping! They answer, no, people are dying. Sleep on. [Book ad: What if you could sell your memories for cash? Who would buy them? And ... why? Buy See/Saw at amazon.com/author/terencekuch] … [Read more...]

“The First Statue” / Memorable Fancies #553

“What is it? Did something bad happen to Boleslav the Bold that turned him to stone?” “No, Boleslav is still our king.” “But what is this – object?” “I call it a ‘statue,’" said the man with rock-dust in his hair, “a thing like a man, that we at home may remember him as he swords his way through the provinces.” “And these banners, flags, …?” “For the ceremony,” said the sculptor, “for the dedication of our new ‘statue.’” “That will prove a great occasion, for sure!” “Yes, … [Read more...]

“The Stones – I” / Memorable Fancies #1509

[“...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 Last Missile” / Memorable Fancies #1331

The last missile looks for someone to kill But there is no one <END> Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: See/Saw. In this novel from Ink Smith Publishing, you can sell your memories for cash. And regret it. … [Read more...]

“Dogtags” / Memorable Fancies #1297

     Europe, 1944: Dogtags have a special use. In war, if you find a comrade dead on the battlefield, you are supposed to pull one of them off his bead-chain and force it between two of his teeth, hard. In this way, despite vicissitudes of war and weather and time, the skull, at least, will always be identifiable as John Smith, or Bill Jones, or someone else, even as the rest of the body becomes a nothing, an anonymous not-me. My personal project, however, has been to collect dogtags from … [Read more...]

“War” / Memorable Fancies #762

[“They told us to charge. There was no one in front of us. So we went on and on, and kept going.” – Gabriel Marcel, his experience in World War I]       Finally we came back to where we had begun, and saw them: the ones who had told us to charge. We charged. <END> THE FRIDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here, in Facebook, or on other social websites. AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon and other outlets: “The Trees of Malice” – a collection … [Read more...]

“Pretense” / Memorable Fancies #567

[“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 First Statue” / Memorable Fancies #553

“What is it? Did something bad happen to Boleslav the Bold that turned him to stone?” “No, Boleslav is still our king.” “But what is this – object?” “I call it a ‘statue,’ said the man with rock-dust in his hair, “a thing like a man, that we at home may remember him as he swords his way through the provinces.” “And these banners, flags, …?” “For the ceremony,” said the sculptor, “for the dedication of this ‘statue.’” “That will prove a great occasion, for sure!” “Yes, … [Read more...]

“Come Out and Play!” / A Memorable Fancy #407

     Come out and play! We’ll put on nice new clothes and all look alike, and the other fellows will put on nice new clothes and all look alike – but we won’t look too much like those other fellows.      Come out and play! We’ll have toys of real wood and steel, hard and sharp in our hands. We’ll have toys that fly with us, and toys that fly from us, all very fast and make a lot of noise – the other fellows will have their toys, too.      Come out and play! We’ll put on our nice new … [Read more...]

“‘We sing what happened'” / A Memorable Fancy #314

     We sing what happened; music makes it real for us. Once there were great battles and only our ballads recall them. We sing to each other of brave warriors and ships covering the sea, shouting men, glints of spears, the men’s first glimpse of the walls, those high walls that reached to the sky and could never be thrown down, never scaled, never breached by intrigue.      Our warriors came home in despair, but we do not sing of things as real as this.     <END> … See … [Read more...]

“All the Beautiful Boulevards” / A Memorable Fancy #021

We built the ruin, the pre-destroyed city, all the beautiful boulevards. We arranged the corpses neatly, none asprawl or askelter, none with ragged stumps or eyes shot out. It was done with care, very carefully. No one can break our hearts again. <END> NOW AVAILABLE ON KINDLE or in paperback: Read Terence Kuch’s new novel about selling and buying memories, See/Saw. See his author page on Amazon. Review copies are available; inquire at terencekuch //at// … [Read more...]

“The War” / A Memorable Fancy #203

A fanfare, and the vitally important announcement begins. The Leader, the lesser leaders, the little leaders are all there. We turn the TV volume up, watch their moving mouths, the lips, the eyes. We change the color settings: the lips turn a garish red, the eyes rabid brown. The leaders are telling us to have faith in them, to believe, behave. The war will soon be won, they say, the war we know of only because the leaders have told us there is a war and that it is virtuous and necessary. The … [Read more...]

“Trouble” / A Memorable Fancy #166

That day I knew Trouble. Our castle wall breached, tower surrounded, we sallied out in one last desperate chance, arms a-quiver, bow-strings taut. Across the feasting moat we charged. "Run them through for God and King!" came the captain's quaking shout, his last. We poured out upon the plain, bellowing for our very lives. Arrows flew; most clattered to the stones, their desires unmet. But one – too late. I fell pretending death among the dead, and waited long beside our castle now in flames, … [Read more...]