“But when you have to turn into a chrysalis…and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?” Continue reading “On the Queer Nature of Wonderland”
Tag: dreams
Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse
Because the world I live in is not the world I dream of. Continue reading “Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse”
Christmas Is a Time for Ghosts
And winter wonderland is full of holy terrors. Continue reading “Christmas Is a Time for Ghosts”
Wes Anderson, Where Art Thou?
or { My Own Private Orlando }
A Midwinter Night’s Dream
Floating fragments of winter-spring dreams, guardians of prophecies, frenetic notebook entries—my own cabinet de curiosités, made of paper and ink—strung together to achieve some sphere of meaning. Continue reading “A Midwinter Night’s Dream”
I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?
Another Stream Storm of Consciousness Continue reading “I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?”
where does the wonder go?
“He was angry…with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavor in secret.”
–James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Continue reading “where does the wonder go?”
Morbid Longings, Killing My Darlings
Pertaining to The Secret History and the Death of Disney Continue reading “Morbid Longings, Killing My Darlings”
GreenBlue Neighborhood
Come, let us peel back the mind in a moment of freedom and fury and see what we can find. Continue reading “GreenBlue Neighborhood”
Private and Intimate Thoughts from the Bedroom Floor
“The last light fades and drifts across the land—the low, long land, the sunny land of spires; the ghosts of evening tune again their lyres and wander singing in a plaintive band down the long corridor of trees; pale fires echo the night from tower top to tower… this midnight my desire will see, shadowed among the embers, furled in flame, the splendor and the sadness of the world.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald Continue reading “Private and Intimate Thoughts from the Bedroom Floor”
a literary labyrinth 