This collection of prose bits,
micro stories, cracked fairy
tales and inexplicable flights
of poetry broods,... More > drools,
meditates, cavils, harangues
and dreams. These pieces are
mournful, nightmarish, crusty,
cobwebbed, alive with dark
meaning, rich with nonsense,
and hung with eerie universes
at their edges. They resound
with echoes of border ballads,
the rants of drunk Frenchmen,
the cadence of rejected Bibles,
the din of advertising that
sells you things you ought
not to buy. < Less

An authoritarian Uncle, a deficient Encyclopedia, a man made of spoons and saucers, the comet Xanderspot, invading armies, a... More > voracious Orange Roughy, Li'l Orphan Annie, a WWI dogfight, a giant house-stealing bird, Goodman's Good Brown Beer, Horace Pelwit (Private Eye) the discovery of Up, a trip to the Moon in a hollow wooden cow, a murderous grandmother, policemen riding giant bumblebees, alchemists, generals, potters, presidents, novelists, the end of the world, the beginning of the world. A fine thick novel. < Less

The Professor is quite mad...

Chuang Tzŭ and Hui Tzŭ had strolled on to the bridge over the Hao, when the former observed: "See how the minnows are... More > darting about! That is the pleasure of fishes."

"You not being a fish yourself," said Hui Tzŭ, "how can you possibly know in what consists the pleasure of fishes?"

"And you not being I," retorted Chuang Tzŭ, "how can you know that I do not know?"

"If I, not being you, cannot know what you know," urged Hui Tzŭ, "it follows that you, not being a fish, cannot know in what consists the pleasure of fishes."

"Let us go back," said Chuang Tzŭ, "to your original question. You asked me how I knew in what consists the pleasure of fishes. Your very question shows that you knew I knew. 1 I knew it from my own feelings on this bridge." < Less

A mysterious left-handed story!

This collection of prose bits,
micro stories, cracked fairy
tales and inexplicable flights
of poetry broods,... More > drools,
meditates, cavils, harangues
and dreams. These pieces are
mournful, nightmarish, crusty,
cobwebbed, alive with dark
meaning, rich with nonsense,
and hung with eerie universes
at their edges. They resound
with echoes of border ballads,
the rants of drunk Frenchmen,
the cadence of rejected Bibles,
the din of advertising that
sells you things you ought
not to buy. < Less

The Professor is quite mad...

An authoritarian Uncle, a deficient Encyclopedia, a man made of spoons and saucers, the comet Xanderspot, invading armies, a... More > voracious Orange Roughy, Li'l Orphan Annie, a WWI dogfight, a giant house-stealing bird, Goodman's Good Brown Beer, Horace Pelwit (Private Eye) the discovery of Up, a trip to the Moon in a hollow wooden cow, a murderous grandmother, policemen riding giant bumblebees, alchemists, generals, potters, presidents, novelists, the end of the world, the beginning of the world. A fine thick novel. < Less

A deeply spiritual journey through the trials and suffering of things with googly eyes