He bowed his head at the thought of how much strength a man would need to...– From The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
The First Dream, by Billy Collins
planetickets: THE FIRST DREAM The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to think about the first person to dream, how quiet he must have seemed the next morning as the others stood around the fire draped in the skins of animals talking to each other only in vowels, for this was long before the invention of consonants. He might have...
Style, structure, and "endless snarls of words" --
readhard: [More on House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski — because I’m resigned that I need more than one post to process this creature. The first part of this ongoing series talks about initial impressions and first encounters with the book.] In his introduction, Johnny Truant describes The Navidson Record, the manuscript of his friend’s dead neighbor Zampanò, as thus: Endless snarls of...
First encounter[s] with HOUSE OF LEAVES by Mark Z....
readhard: Hello, all. I’ve read this book, and think it’s Teh Awesomez. I’ve done a dissection-worship / groan-squeal over at my book blog, but I am reposting them here because, well, the book is Teh Awesomez. So. Here: ____________ I have been both relentlessly interested and [innately] skeptical of House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Since April, I’ve been drawn to this book in the...
Landscape II, Carlos A. Angeles.
presidents: Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky, Spilling a peacock stain upon the sand, Across some murdered rocks refuse to die. It is your absence touches my sad hands Blinded like flags in the wreck of air. And catacombs of cloud enshroud the cool And calm involvement of the darkened plains, The stunted mourners here: and her, a full And universal tenderness which drains The sucked...