Tag Archives: S. J. Fowler

the Mereblut tunnel

I am a pedant of the highest order, hence the hundred length tunnel of pottery. The deluge of pots & ceramics. Nor am I not deaf to the lesson that boredom is benign torture. Still torture. Ask Theotokos, trapped in … Continue reading

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Tunning of Elynor of Rummin

                  The mirages are earned,                      in hours of disciplined concentricity I have begun to perceive the change in                                                                                                                               stone, from the renovation perhaps, from the explosions, necessary for Change.                   The reason behind the decision is explained to me at speed.          I … Continue reading

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how to enlarge the Pudenda

The Buffoon returns! forgotten, is my dismissal no man should ever be so aware that time is passing as it passes I will relay our conversation.             !             ? I try to flex my finger as I point so it will … Continue reading

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erudite symbolists, mystic poets, they form, then pluck the most perverse flowers of wickedness

Death stands next to the pope seated on a baldachin at left; the Pope holding the imperial crown with which he is about to invest the kneeling emperor at Right; a cardinal & bishop standing at right too Behind them … Continue reading

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across Steppe come horsebound Infanta

To attribute the dwarfs who roam the grounds a place in my conception of animals is to reveal a need for methods of classification long abandoned. Children are butterflies. They sell Lard here with butterflies emblazoned upon them, and children … Continue reading

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illustrations to an unidentified collection of Dionysius’ sermons

I. Dionysius Carthusianus; a whole-length figure in a monk’s habit, standing in a glory, turned slightly to the left; holding an aureole; a devil at his feet; framed by columns; on their capitals spheres scenes from the Last Judgement.   … Continue reading

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Endura

There is often the muffled laughter of women. And lime green hunchbacks. An old man with a beard and blistering nose skin tells me we have spelt the name of a subsidiary Korean city incorrectly. That’s fine I tell him, … Continue reading

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