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Crucifixion -- Ivan Milev
Crucifixion, 1923 by Ivan Milev (1897–1927)
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biblioklept · 13 hours
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Plagiarism
Summer of ’99 In the summer of 1799, John Cummings, a 23-year old American sailor, crewed on a ship to France. The Mountebank’s Nefarious Influence Stationed there, he witnessed a mountebank pretending to swallow knives in a circus near Havre de-Grace. An Astonishing Claim The sailors returned to the ship after the show was over; most had had too much to drink that night. While discussing the…
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biblioklept · 16 hours
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Blog about some books acquired, other stuff
My family and I took our Florida asses to the West Coast for a wonderful week earlier this month. We flew into LA, stayed in Santa Monica for a few days and nights, riding bikes up and down the beautiful coast and visiting proximal neighborhoods. We later drove east to Joshua Tree, where we stayed in a lovely little house for a few days, visiting the National Park as well as nearby towns and…
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Untitled (Mitusia) -- Aleksandra Waliszewska
Untitled (Mitusia) by Aleksandra Waliszewska, b. 1976
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biblioklept · 5 days
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Vuelo Villa -- Xul Solar
Vuelo Villa, 1936 by Xul Solar (1887-1963)
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"Lifeguard," a very short story by Diane Williams
“Lifeguard” by Diane Williams We had tried we had tried my mother and I to get someone to help us stop the flood in the house. We had tried to get some man. So that when my father and the man who guards my father returned, but when they were not yet inside the house, I went out to them. That man who guards my father was sizing me up like he was wild. His head was on its side in midair bouncing,…
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biblioklept · 6 days
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Plagiarism
died of joy poisoned arrow struck by a pear swallowed hot coals executed by scaphism choked on molten lead drowned in a barrel of wine horse tripped over a black pig murdered with a poisoned toothpick killed by a tortoise dropped by an eagle rolled up in a rug and trampled by horses died on the spot through holding his breath broke his neck by tripping over his own beard devoured by wolves (or,…
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biblioklept · 7 days
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"Kienast," a very short story by Robert Walser
“Kienast” by Robert Walser translated by Tom Whalen and Carol Gehrig Kienast was the name of a man who wanted nothing to do with anything. Even in his youth he stood out unpleasantly as an unwilling sort. As a child he gave his parents much grief, and later, as a citizen, his fellow citizens. It didn’t matter what time of day you wanted to talk to him, you would never get from him a friendly or…
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Experience non-existence | From Nicholas Gurewitch's "Trauma Trooper"
A panel from Nicholas Gurewitch’s “Trauma Trooper.”
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biblioklept · 11 days
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"Some Moldenke" -- David Ohle
‘   1. Early Moldenke Moldenke lived the hainted life. As a child he was kept in a crumbled brick of a house where thick windows moaned in their frames through summerfall and gathered ice by winter. In the prime of his boyhood an ether tree patiently died in the view from his bedroom window. In the spring a green woodbird flew down and pecked spirals around its dry trunk. Moldenke would fold…
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biblioklept · 12 days
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St. Patrick and the Druid, an episode from Finnegans Wake (with explication from Joseph Campbell)
On pages 611-613 of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, St. Patrick meets the archdruid Balkelly: Tunc. Bymeby, bullocky vampas tappany bobs topside joss pidgin fella Balkelly, archdruid of islish chinchinjoss in the his heptachromatic sevenhued septicoloured roranyellgreenlindigan mantle finish he show along the his mister guest Patholic with alb belongahim the whose throat hum with of sametime all…
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biblioklept · 14 days
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An alternative list to The Atlantic's "The Great American Novels" list (Part II, 1975-1999)
I left off fifty years ago, in 1974, in my silly response list to The Atlantic’s silly list of “The Great American Novels.”  Today, here’s the rest of my run, spanning 1975-1999. 1975 The Atlantic selected Corregidora, Gayle Jones Biblioklept’s selects J R, William Gaddis The Dead Father, Donald Barthelme 1976 The Atlantic selected Speedboat, Renata Adler Biblioklept selects Roots, Alex…
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An alternative list to The Atlantic's "The Great American Novels" list (Part I, 1924-1974)
The Atlantic released a list of “The Great American Novels” today, purportedly covering the last one hundred years of American fiction. The list is not terrible, but lists as organizing principles are always up for interrogation. 1924 The Atlantic did not select a novel from 1924 for their list, despite their claim that they “narrowed our aperture to the past 100 years.” That’s…
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biblioklept · 16 days
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On Vladimir Sorokin’s Blue Lard, pp. 111-61 (L-harmony, 2 measures of red ants, a child's tiny golden hand, fantasies on paper)
Previously on Blue Lard… pp. 1-47 pp. 48-110 The following discussion of Vladimir Sorokin’s novel Blue Lard (in translation by Max Lawton) is intended for those who have read or are reading the book. It contains significant spoilers; to be very clear, I strongly recommend entering Blue Lard cold. The first hundred or so pages of Sorokin’s Blue Lard switch between Boris Gloger’s letters to his…
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biblioklept · 16 days
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"Phosphates," a short story by Hob Broun
“Phosphates” by Hob Broun CONLAN BOUNCED IN THE Ford and his fresh cigarette rolled under the pedals. He tried to stamp out the coal and lurched. How could the road be so muddy and still bounce him? Conlan was no scientist, that he’d grant. Breath plumed out of his mouth, made a milky blue patch on the windshield. His tongue was dry. It wanted to taste raspberry. “Mutual trust,” Mr. Tunbridge…
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biblioklept · 17 days
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The Coffin-Head Machine Right After Shooting the Witch -- Davor Gromilovic
The Coffin-Head Machine Right After Shooting the Witch, 2022 by Davor Gromilovic (b. 1985)
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biblioklept · 17 days
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Simplest possible statement
The teacher or lecturer is a danger. He very seldom recognizes his nature or his position. The lecturer is a man who must talk for an hour. France may possibly have acquired the intellectual leadership of Europe when their academic period was cut down to forty minutes. I also have lectured. The lecturer’s first problem is to have enough words to fill forty or sixty minutes. The professor is paid…
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