" 'Yseult is absolutely radiant as Queen-elect, and it's affected her writing in the most marvelous way, so that it's become (if such a thing indeed could ever be) even more artificial and epigrammic, until it's just the sheerest scrim of beautiful shimmering words over an absolutely cold void, like a lace of frost crystals in space...' " --John Barnes, A Million Open Doors (1992)


Genre-fuck.


   "Cydonia"

Catacombs of amber sleep
Unfathomed
Let you come and get
Your existence
Crystal mutiny              bleed;
Adscititious skitoma
The last of the Mojitos


"O lost solitary
Argonaut..."

--Satire: Veritas


The Jew of Linz.


Nemesis.


My Vocabulary Did This To Me. (via Silliman)