a dictionary of spectral curiosities
My long-standing hobby of rescuing/collecting other people's memories has resurfaced again. It would have resurfaced before, only, to my shame, I was unable to find the usual place in our local market selling vintage photos&postcards. It's like the magic little shop that Terry Pratchett pokes so much fun at in his Discworld novels: it would …
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Since I ended up deleting one of my initial posts, explaining my id, "amphisbaina", I thought I might write a new and improved one, for anyone who might be interested. ^_^ Usually, when I confess to owning a blog and people ask for the URL, they get stuck at "amphisbaina". They give me that "what" …
I ended up purging quite a few of my older posts from 1-2 years ago. I guess this tends to happen when I'm about to leave a piece of my life behind: I prefer to erase all incriminating evidence. Well, the stuff I deleted was mostly debris anyway, so I don't suppose the on-line multiverse'll …
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One of the most amazing, surreal things things happened today, when I was visiting the Holy Trinity Church graveyard in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was busy taking a photograph of a beautiful Victorian tombstone, when a little boy (probably aged somehwere between 4 and 6) ran to a tombstone nearby, kneeled in front of it, then started …
Getting serious again in the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo. For some reason, I've written about shadows again. [screencap from this video, via] Shadow Baby by Kalyiel Lately I've been able to hear shadows Moving stealthily with these, our bodies, The sound of their airy shackles as they Trudge between flesh and soul, moaning Miserably on …
Dear NaPoWriMo, Sorry for skipping yesterday's poem, but surely the fact that I had to pull an (almost) all-nighter is enough of an excuse. 😛 To make up for it, I have written two poems today (and no, the fact that they're both haikus doesn't mean I'm not playing fair! 🙂 ). Snapshot by Kalyiel …
Horribly busy day, so I am resorting to a haiku. 🙂 (Well, at least I'm being honest, right?) [via] Haiku of the Book-Plant by Kalyiel A handful of books Sown into the desk's hard wood: Harvest of the dead.
Creativity's welling up again after a few days of just throwing random, arid words on the paper. Today's poem's turned out a little better, I think. It's a bit weird, structure-wise and tone-wise, but I wanted it to have a weird feel to it. [via] Playground by Kalyiel She was like a fruitful soil that …
Incredible, but true: I am running out of inspiration. (Or maybe I'm just very tired...) Self-Portrait as a Grotesque by Kalyiel Perched onto an oriel window, I look down at the city. No one looks up, except children And tourists. But if they would, They'd see a pair of green eyes - The moss made …
I'm afraid I couldn't find a suitable image/video/song to go with this one, so I'll just proceed to the poem. Burning Judas by Kalyiel Then everybody tramped to the churchyard. The effigy was dragged to an open place, a black baseball hat on its head, and a half dozen drunken men fell upon it, shouting, …
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