At that time everyone lived in a cave underground and the burrow I found to call home hosted so many fleshy languid wayfarers that every move and thought became erotic, even walking to the fridge, now nestled against a few
Briefly About the Antinovel from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
Kafka in his antinovels attempts to show the absurdity of life as a whole; nothing is alive in this world or, at least, nothing makes sense. The processes are meaningless, authorities are incomprehensible. Chancelleries and institutions have no boundaries—it is
New Elements in the Old Epic (The History of Gilgamesh) from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
Let’s renew our path with examples. Gilgamesh is the hero of the Akkadian epic—of the multi-characteristic stage—who was apparently a historical figure, living nearly three thousand years before the Common Era, at a time when in the lower parts of
Forward from Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar
I lived once by the river near Chudovo when I was a boy. It was springtime. The bird-cherry trees had finished blooming. At dusk, when the slanting rays of sunlight lit up the forest, the nightingales would start singing. They
The Mountain Goats
I see them climbing their mountains and I see my mom looking up at them, her head raised and her chin pointing out, my dad with his back turned. We are standing there looking, up the mountain the goats and
A Brief History of Your Mom
One mother was not impressed with his urinal routine. Marcel’s aim was better than that she knew. Years later, when he changed the meaning of “meaning,” she pushed all her potted plants off the sill. There was no point, and
I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground
When was it? Summer in Minneapolis, near Lake Harriet, eighty-five degrees. Right, a tattooed group preceded us through the fifty-odd rows of roses, skin tanned and curlicued, bestial designs pouring out of their tank tops
Between the Banksys: A Conversation
In early May, rumor spread that a new artwork by the world-renown graffitist Banksy had surfaced in the Chinatown neighborhood near the Financial District in downtown Boston. Banksy’s politicized, pop cultural referenced street provocations appear mysteriously overnight on streets and
Death at the Shower
The winter Chet turned 83, his family threw him a death shower and invited all his friends. The ladies made a coffin out of yellow cake. The men measured the inseam for his last suit with the ribbons from the
Search for Grace
He says slow down and mouths words like mother and harder. He says sand is a form of torture for children. He claims he is a space invader but to my ears it sounds like I’m a masturbator. We make