Last Bender

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Roy and Sally’s sister, Lydia, were best friends, and it was Lydia who had the apartment first. They had become friends years earlier. I remember the night. I was lying on the bottom bunk watching The Crawling Eye on channel 9. I was neither awake nor asleep. The eyes attacked Forrest Tucker in the gondola, [...]

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Roy and Sally’s sister, Lydia, were best friends, and it was Lydia who had the apartment first. They had become friends years earlier. I remember the night. I was lying on the bottom bunk watching The Crawling Eye on channel 9. I was neither awake nor asleep. The eyes attacked Forrest Tucker in the gondola, [...]

ENDANGERED SPECIES
By Jon Frankel
 
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart.
-Ezra Pound Exile’s Letter
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Were it not for Dr. Porlach, I would not have answered the call. He was trying to sell me some books (as if I needed more of those). Still, [...]

My old pal Emily Lisker posted this poem the other day. She has multiple websites and bloghs. this is from the Urban Mermaid, where she posts quotes and short poems and prose pieces, as well as the occasional recipe. Go check out her amazing paintings. She also has illustrated many children’s books and designed book [...]

This morning I went to Ron Silliman’s blog and followed a link about ‘the deep image poets’ to a post by a poet who is reading a book of criticism about the Deep Image poets, bly in particular. The gist of the post is that while a lot of deep image poetry sucks, not all [...]

one thing I failed to mention in the Anna Kavan post is that, were it not for two publishers her works would not be available. The first is Jonathan Cape, which published three of her novels under the name Helen Ferguson. She was an unknown writer with limited commercial appeal but the publisher had faith [...]

Julia and the Bazooka
Anna Kavan  1901-1968
Anna Kavan  is the author of Ice, a surreal sci-fi masterpiece about a woman and two barely distinguishable sadistic men, one who has enslaved her, and one who wishes to. The world is slowly turning to ice. She has the incredibly smooth and detached voice of mid-century English fiction, flawlessly [...]

Well, that’s the end of that. And good riddance! I wrote this out on over a thousand composition book pages starting at the end of 1993. It’s been through so many revisions and permutations since then it’s ridiculous. But I learned something about writing a book I suppose. And the final product I hope is [...]

 
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
The deck of the ship rose and fell against the glittering blue and jasper waves. Helen and Linda sat on reclining wooden chairs across from Evalyn and me. Captain Beldam’s face was shaded by the visor of his hat. He was smiling. We were coming into view of Champa and he was explaining, again, [...]

I recently, while doing agent research, found an agent blog. it’s helpful for gaining an insight into the mind of a working agent. she’s funny, entertaining, mean. i guess it’s like hanging out with the enemy in some senses, a game everyone there understands. http://queryshark.blogspot.com/.
in the query shark part of her website she reads and [...]