There’s a spider crawling on the counter.
See What You Think About ThisVII – I awake with a start
I awake with a start, and then slip back to this time.
See What You Think About ThisVI — I stab the cherry tomato
I stab the cherry tomato with my fork; trying hard to not let it shoot off the plate or squirt seeds at me.
See What You Think About ThisV — People get killed
People get killed. Are hollow. They come up to me like clear outlines with no insides, no complexity.
See What You Think About ThisIV — The dirt falls from the shovel
The dirt falls from the shovel all too slowly. I swear it doesn’t want to cover her body: it keeps slipping off to the edges.
See What You Think About ThisIV — People talking in the hotel bar
People talking in the hotel bar. A couple maybe mid-sixties.
See What You Think About ThisIV — I wait here every day
I wait here every day for somebody to come in.
See What You Think About ThisIII — And after the bar?
And after the bar? What happened after the bar, he asked.
See What You Think About ThisII — We stop at the next bench
We stop at the next bench, only a few yards away and she sits gently.
See What You Think About ThisII — On the edge of a main highway
On the edge of a main highway that runs through a small desert town.
See What You Think About ThisI — Nominal Starting Point
This acts as some kind of nominal starting point. Because it was.
See What You Think About ThisI — It’s a bit embarrassing
It’s a bit embarrassing. I’m worried about stretch marks on my back.
Maybe in the future she’d embody the pure-feminine-ideal or something, but right now Suraj had to explain just who Judy was and why she killed herself…
Octavia Butler’s Parable Novels
Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents tell, in the author’s words, a “cautionary tale”—which some have called prophetic, and some attribute to extraordinary powers of extrapolation—about a speculative version of America betwe …
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https://player.vimeo.com/video/212201960?h=32754e9c6d&dnt=1&app_id=122963 There is a dedicated channel for Shantaram on InfiniteConversations.com. Readers are welcome and encouraged to expand the conversation with your own topics and …
Katherine Dunn, the original Freakmother, makes muses of monstrosity in her 1989 masterpiece, about a bizarrely geek-inspired, traveling circus family, born of the stale kernels of boxing reports and advice columns—a celebration of human adap …
Bahiyyih Nakhjavani’s poetic prose is a continuation of the Persian tradition of using lush, mystical imagery to awaken the soul. We hope you will join us as we take a journey inward with The Saddlebag.This was the third reading of Readers Underground …
December of The Dispossed
This reading took place Dec 1, 2015–Jan 2, 2016, and was the very first Readers Underground (then #litgeeks book club) read together. It served as a beta test of our format, forum software, and other systems. The conversation continues in our forum.
The Glory of Groove
Meet Sidney (aka the Sacred Scribe)—a PhD candidate in Physics with a problem in the paradoxical human realm of love. What does a love triangle look like in the fourth dimension? Quantum indeterminacy rules, as Sidney and her friends explore a bold new cosmology uniting Science and Spirituality, and Sidney’s “wave function” must decide between the primal magnetism of Bruno, her friendship with Alyzia, and the life of her mind and creative soul.
He was but a breath, a simple creation of some greater existence. Nothing implied, nothing necessary, nothing required. Just a breath. As was the face. And is the face. And always will be the face.
Did I dream it all? I guess I did. But then I see the card on the table. I pick it up. It feels real. TAKE THE ELEVATOR, it says. Did I?
These people in the church with him today have heard all those words over and over, they can’t really hear them any more. He remembers other words: If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.
A Precoded Message of Damage
The subject was discovered on a routine gravimetric exploration approximately one mile beneath the Earth’s surface in a small cavern rich in copper. Dwelling in complete darkness and surrounded by approximately 3500 urns of various shapes and sizes, the age of the subject remains indeterminate. Subsequent testing revealed the age of the urns to be approximately 500,000 years old.
The Name of God
He stood upon an old skull, and he crushed it under his dark heel. A snake was inside it, and its blood seeped into the ground. He stood in the crater where Gods went to die, the valley without light where a bloated Leviathan would rest upon the ground, and spears piercing its belly beneath dark clouds, the sun would turn away in time for it to rot and die. In its carcass, in its open bones a new God would form, a new rotten Beast to occupy the holy Throne….
The Long Curve of Descent
Since the end of the Paleolithic Era, it is possible that we have been riding a long curve of descent, in which all things once transparent have become more and more opaque.
ShantaramReading Group for Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts
Join the Readers Underground for a group reading of Gregory David Roberts’ novel Shantaram, hosted by David Gaian and Marco V Morelli, starting April 17, 2017.
Prose for the Paranoid
I am, I am slightly ashamed to admit, a little paranoid at the moment. Some of it is genetic. My family have a history of “nerves.” My lovely cousin, who shares a big batch of genetics with me along with a childhood of school holidays spent together indulging our creative whimsy
Songs of Sodom
We were lost. Daddy sucked on a fat cigar, leaned across the steering wheel, stared at the dark road up ahead and let out a stream of four letter words, which my mother told me never to repeat. She snapped off the radio, got real quiet. The car filled with smoke, my eyeballs burned. I rolled down the window, gulped the night wind, and squinted at the crescent moon…
Is Myth Dead?
If new myths are born, re-tethered to something sacred, they must be brutally immediate, possessing unavoidable gravity, poignant, fragile, they must be anything but contrived, planned, and developed with the intention of bringing us the sacred. (She does not come to us on a platter. More likely, the platter will have your beating heart on it.)