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The Touch That Topples Man and Rock |
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The Touch That Topples Man and Rock. March 16, 2012. Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak. 8212; August Strindberg, A Dream Play. Yet with petty misery. At heart, a petty misery,. Ever the prelude to your end,. The touch that topples man and rock. 8212; Wallace Stevens, The Man With The Blue Guitar (1937). When Inez came downstairs at 3 AM to find me sobbing uncontrollably and incapable of explaining ...
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Installment Three | The Brotherland Miracles
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The Pre-Postmodern Novella in Serialized Form. July 21, 2008. Bear with me for the next twenty pages. There’s a reason for doing this. I promise. Bear with me. Are you sure you can do this? Are you sure you’ve got what it takes to do this right? If we fucking fuck. Up it’s totally fucked. I paid a lot of fucking money to be here. They charge by the fucking centimeter, you know. It’s not by the fucking hour. What are you doing? We’re taking her to the hospital! The finest that money can buy! I am seriousl...
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August | 2008 | The Brotherland Miracles
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The Pre-Postmodern Novella in Serialized Form. August 21, 2008. In each corner and inscribed with ornately cursive script:. A fart is the ultimate passive-aggressive gesture, conjugally speaking, and a symbol of contempt, i.e.,. Who cares what you think of me? I am what I am. Only thing more significant is shitting with the bathroom door open, unless your inamorata has done time in prison. O’Sirus smells trouble. Here we are in the disco era and I’m still dealing with beatniks. At the moment of orgasm.
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R.I.P. Johnny Otis, ‘Godfather of Rhythm and Blues’ |
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RIP Johnny Otis, ‘Godfather of Rhythm and Blues’. January 21, 2012. Johnny Otis, the musician, bandleader, songwriter, impresario, disc jockey and talent scout who was often called the godfather of rhythm and blues, died on Tuesday at his home in Altadena, Calif. He was 90. At Mr Otis’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994, Ms. James referred to him as her guru. (He received similar honors from the Rhythm and Blues Foundation and the Blues Foundation.). Despite being a mover and shaker i...
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January | 2012 |
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Archive for January, 2012. January 23, 2012. Break Me In Pieces With Words. January 21, 2012. RIP Johnny Otis, ‘Godfather of Rhythm and Blues’. January 9, 2012. Everything Must Fuckin’ Go…. January 4, 2012. Perhaps A Great Age. The Touch That Topples Man and Rock. The Brutish Bile Of Britain’s Worst Newspaper. Break Me In Pieces With Words. RIP Johnny Otis, ‘Godfather of Rhythm and Blues’. Everything Must Fuckin’ Go…. There Is No Sanity Clause. I Listen To Money Singing. Come Fly With Me.
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Installment One | The Brotherland Miracles
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The Pre-Postmodern Novella in Serialized Form. September 21, 2008. Father was busy reading and did not notice that the house was being filled with strange Indians until Mother spoke about it. Narcissa Cornwall, 1846. A faggot is the poor man’s woman. A woman is the poor man’s what? Of the hairy male mouth. O’Sirus tells herself to snap out of it. I can tell you’re a tourist. The accent. In telling the story to Katryn, O’Sirus will refer to the jogging housewife as Marge. It’s a sickness, not a crime.
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archipelago – thedictionaryofoscarmacsweeny
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The fictioanlised account of my life. My life as literary fiction. I’m a worthy subject. Oscar MacSweeny – the protagonist. I am the protagonist. I am the stuff of literary fiction. 8230;too many islands. Prison suited Smith. He felt at home. He felt persecuted. It was just as he always imagined. Did any of these thoughts, either concrete or abstracts, originate in his sensory experience of the jail cell? He told Oscar about the empty hand and the pointing finger. An empty hand, eh? Smith dared to ask.
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anarchy – thedictionaryofoscarmacsweeny
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The fictioanlised account of my life. My life as literary fiction. I’m a worthy subject. Oscar MacSweeny – the protagonist. I am the protagonist. I am the stuff of literary fiction. 8230;the suburbs are falling apart. No longer the reserve of the variously disaffected and drunken children from the lower socio-economic bracket, smashing phone boxes and urinating in letterboxes have become two of the weapons in the arsenal of a new upper-middle-class intelligentsia. Attempts at speaking to these teenaged f...
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atavistic – thedictionaryofoscarmacsweeny
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The fictioanlised account of my life. My life as literary fiction. I’m a worthy subject. Oscar MacSweeny – the protagonist. I am the protagonist. I am the stuff of literary fiction. 8230;reverting to an earlier type or resembling a long lost ancestor rather than either of one’s parents. Henry’s mother was less than impressed. But Henry was certain this was his true ancestor. What the hell’s wrong with you? Elicited no answer from Henry other than the cessation of his inane grin. Once Henry had bought Osc...
