Monday, July 20, 2009

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (8)

One last morning under the pergola we discussed what had happened in the godhead's crucible, but the berries distracted us, we lost the thread, you touched my hand, and we were smoke.

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (7)

Emil Schildt

It was never natural, not cosmic rays unspooling, epic failure of photosynthesis. The lovers were fuse and timer, thrusting seconds home.

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (6)

Jason DeMarte

It was natural. Rivers divorced seas under the aegis of ending, tectonic plates shattered against apartment walls, all evolving closure.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (5)

It was not human. The bridges into the city were empty at midnight, the trains were silenced, bars dark: one great godflash, and lights out.

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (4)

It was human. A double knot in the double helix hardwired them not to fate but inevitable accident: one molecule awry, everything collapses.

Re-runs of the Apocalypse (3)

Alexy Titarenko

It was no one's. A destroying wave passed through Being, positron to pulsar, invisible, unknown to them as they removed each other's skin.

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (2)

a voice from the grave

It was not theirs. The boundaries betrayed them. Out of the core of their argument a shape arose, arsenical whirlwind, last word.

Re-Runs of the Apocalypse (1)

skeleton lovers

It was theirs. They stood by the water at dusk, lovers scarred by the violence of their alchemy, transmuting the darkness at the skyline.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Biography of Eros (7)

John William Waterhouse

Entropy, etiolation, emptiness: Nothing left but the bed, and the lovers on the bed, and the galaxy surrounding them, dark matter ascendant.

Biography of Eros (6)

Emil Schildt

Inside the penumbra there was no dying--death, yes, always, but no motion except the back and forth of the body, the thrust, and the scream.

Biography of Eros (5)


In the dream words were absence. An empty book had contained all truth but for one false letter. He, or was it she, read the other's shadow.

Biography of Eros (4)

William Blake

They knew it was insanity, and accepted it, but differently. One thought: madness, endlessly. The other thought: madness, finally.

Biography of Eros (3)


They wore raptor masks. One used a small flexible whip. Its marks were radiant traces of ichor. Thus the walls of the sanctum were broken.

Biography of Eros (2)

Vlad Gansovsky

Sleeping, one of them moaned. It was the dream of the interpenetration of souls. Death is in everything, crystalline arsenic dissolved in alcohol.

Biography of Eros (1)


The witnessing of things in the mind. But what mind? The lovers lay on the bed, handcuffed, saying Please, and just for a moment he knew.