“Are we doomed to do it again and again and again? Have we no choice but to play the Phoenix in an unending sequence of rise and fall? Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Carthage, Rome, the Empires of Charlemagne and the Turk. Ground to dust and plowed with salt. Spain, France, Britain, America — burned into the oblivion of the centuries. And again and again and again.”
— Walter Miller, A Canticle for Leibowitz
Just Some Motion, dancing to the tune of “All Night” by Parov Stelar
Thanks go out to Matt Molgaard at Horror Novel Review. I’m floored and excited that Floating Hospital made it in.
…going to be forced to wait a few more days to find out just who won! I’m kidding. I’m also a bit delirious from the staggering amount of reading I’ve done over the last week. It’s been tough. Hell, it’s been unbelievably tough. This contest yielded our greatest number of submissions by an absolute landslide. To be honest, we’ve never fielded remotely near as much work. The writers got busy for this one, no doubt about it.
It may have required countless hours to really dig into each and every entry, but it’s done… finally. I’ve got to say, I’m very pleased with the stories to hit my inbox. There were more than a fair number of duds, make no mistake (normalcy, as we’re not all stellar storytellers just yet), but the amount of enjoyable stories proved quite surprising. The talent level seems to rise with each release and…
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“We are largely a collection of marionettes on strings. And those strings are being pulled from the late 16th century.”
-Morris Berman, author of Twilight of American Culture, source (x)
“In other words, it’s not the ownership of a library which creates non-commoditized wealth but the joy, knowledge and pleasure derived from the reading of the books which defines wealth.”
Sufjan Stevens, “That Was The Worst Christmas Ever.”
“He would never forget this particular twilight. Years later, looking back across all their voyages together, this walk along Penn Boulevard would become his fondest memory. He would wake from a deep sleep in the dead of night and remember Philadelphia, Christmas, and the snow. He would hear the far-off carols playing their evensong and taste the winter air they breathed and feel the frozen grief of the solitude that divided them. That was the year I gave her a pear, he would tell the darkness.”
-Marc Behm, The Eye of the Beholder
An interview with Chalmers Johnson who authored Blowback and Sorrows of Empire. He passed away in 2010; his interview here is probably around 2004, just after the invasion of Iraq, and very clearly before any financial upheaval in 2008 or any discussion of Obama as a political force.
A Silent Film performs “John Wayne Gacy Jr”
Martin Rose 