"News was murderous gossip and men who could talk of nothing but news thought their preoccupation profound because of the solemnity of death and the horror of human pain; but in frivolous fashion, men who did not share this suffering were buying it to legitimise their old prejudices. The news of a day, properly contemplated, would make you wish not to see another day.
Newspapers knew this and weighted their material accordingly, this much civil war, this much marvellous meals with mince. It was for this shameless packaging that he craved a newspaper now."
—Debatable Land
“Shiver Theory
Go flotted turnip
& stutter the neverant pitchearth
no blown out reorderings for fake ediction
go basalt scrounge mortifier
soaked in sprite sort
folio ham is mighty yarn
a palfully selfaware bullet of bread crusts
wagering hugely on an empty veil
she was the soda we meant to tackle
matter-of-fact in a cage match
you can pretend yourself until final believing
bellying sort strung self-impaired
or be lucky enough never to believe your own story”
–Highway Rob
"No-one escapes Powell’s digs and perhaps no-one deserves to."
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