Thursday, 23 February 2017
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Monday, 13 February 2017
Passed for Sleep
I fell into a feverish state that passed for sleep at times. In it I dreamed that I had lost my suitcase on a train. A shrouded woman was sitting opposite in the same compartment, and the train, unlit, halted at a big country junction. The woman, though we hadn't exchanged a word was important to me. Next, both woman and suitcase disappeared. I knew I had to find both immediately and searched the train which was packed without success. Finally I got of it to look on the platform ; it was blinding down with rain. Thousands of people were hurrying about round me, jostling each other. When I found no sign either of the woman or my case I turned to get back on the train again, only to find that it had left. Now I was alone under the glaring lamps, the wet rails.
How the Dead Live
Derek Raymond
1986
Friday, 10 February 2017
That's the System
I think the way you stop it is to shrug it off. Or take it with your tongue in your cheek. Sure that's the system. At any rate it's the system that works for you. It's the automatic control board that keeps you out there where nothing matters, where it's only you and the keyboard and nothing else. Because it's gotta be that way. You gotta stay clear of anything serious.
David Goodis
Shoot the Piano Player
1956
imageRichard Virgil