A poem by C. K. Williams
The Gas Station
This is before I'd read Nietzsche. Before Kant or Kierkegaard, even before Whitman and Yeats.
I don't think there were three words in my head yet. I knew perhaps,
that I should suffer,
I can remember I almost cried for this or for that, nothing special, nothing to speak of.
Probably I was mad with grief for the loss of my childhood, but I wouldn't have known that.
It's dawn. A gas station. Route twenty-two. I remember exactly: route
twenty-two curved,
there was a squat, striped concrete divider they'd put in after a plague of collisions.
The gas station? Texaco, Esso -- I don't know. They were just words
anyway then, just what their signs said.
I wouldn't have understood the first thing about monopoly or imperialist or oppression.
It's dawn. It's so late. Even then, when I was never tired, I'm just holding on.
Slumped on my friend's shoulder, I watch the relentless, wordless misery of the route twenty-two sky
that seems to be filming my face with a grainy oil I keep trying to rub
off or in.
Why are we here? Because one of my friends, in the men's room over
there, has blue balls.
He has to jerk off. I don't know what that means, "blue balls," or why
he has to do that—
It must be important to have to stop here after this long night, but I don't ask.
I'm just trying, I think, to keep my head as empty as I can for as long
as I can.
One of my other friends is asleep. He's so ugly, his mouth hanging, slack and wet.
Another -- I'll never see this one again -- stares from the window as though he were frightened.
Here's what we've done. We were in Times Square, a pimp found us,
corralled us, led us somewhere,
down a dark street, another dark street, up dark stairs, dark hall, dark
apartment,
where his whore, his girl, or his wife or his mother for all I know dragged herself from her sleep,
propped herself on an elbow, gazed into the dark hall, and agreed, for
two dollars each, to take care of us.
Take care of us. Some of the words that come through me now seem to stay, to hook in.
My friend in the bathroom is taking so long. The filthy sky must be
starting to lighten.
It took me a long time, too, with the woman, I mean. Did I mention
that she, the woman, the whore or the mother,
was having her time and all she would deign to do was to blow us? Did I say that? Deign? Blow?
What a joy, though, the idea was in those days. Blown! What a thing
to tell the next day.
She only deigned, though, no more. She was like a machine. When I
lift her back to me now,
there's nothing there but that dark, curly head, working, a machine, up and down, and now,
Freud, Marx, Fathers, tell me, what am I, doing this, telling this, on
her, on myself,
hammering it down, cementing it, sealing it in, but a machine, too?
Why am I doing this?
I still haven't read Augustine. I don't understand Chomsky that well. Should I?
My friend at last comes back. Maybe the right words were there all along. Complicity. Wonder.
How pure we were then, before Rimbaud, before Blake. Grace. Love. Take care of us. Please.
C. K. Williams
(1936-2015)
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Thinking about creating a Discord server for talking about science fiction literature and its influence in other media. I just wanna talk about science fiction books so bad.
So anyways, if you have the desire to talk to other people about scifi lit too and want to join a Discord, say something to me, and if I get enough people I'll make the server.
Authors I like that will undoubtedly be topics of conversation:
Alastair Reynolds
Isaac Asimov
Greg Bear
Frank Herbert
Philip K. Dick
Arthur C. Clarke
William Gibson
Bruce Sterling
Greg Egan
Carl Sagan
C. J. Cherryh
George R. R. Martin (yes he writes scifi too)
C. S. Lewis (ditto)
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A historical hunger games simulator (and me)
Jimmy Carter kills everyone.
Already he’s killed three people.
Czolgosz and I are hunting together, Robespierre almost killed Bernie, Breckenridge being creepy
Dammit, Madison. Dammit Czolgosz. Also Coolidge auto corrected to Koolaid when I was making this…
Oh goodbye Hayne… also who is giving Breck a hatchet? OK Mary.
Carter kills another one. Weird as fuck alliances. Oh Clay.
Carter killed another one! And so does Jackson!
lots of people die. Including me.
What an anticlimactic death.
Honestly, she’s the best person to win this. I’m not mad.
Jim my Carter had six kills. SIX.
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Books
Huge congrats to The Iliad. It's only taken 3,000 years.
This list is brought to you by Tor Publishing Group, which you're probably familiar with, given what tops the list this year.
The Locked Tomb series +3
by Tamsyn Muir
The Percy Jackson & the Olympians series -1
by Rick Riordan
The Harry Potter series
by J.K. Rowling
The Six of Crows duology +3
by Leigh Bardugo
Dracula -3
by Bram Stoker
The Warrior Cats series -1
by Erin Hunter
A Song of Ice and Fire -1
by George R. R. Martin
The All for the Game series
by Nora Sakavic
The Discworld series +7
by Terry Pratchett
A Court of Thorns and Roses series +3
by Sarah J. Maas
The Silmarillion -1
by J. R. R. Tolkien
Pride And Prejudice -3
by Jane Austen
Frankenstein
by Mary Shelley
The Raven Cycle series +3
by Maggie Stiefvater
The Sun and the Star
by Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro
The Vampire Chronicles
by Anne Rice
Wings Of Fire +9
by Tui T. Sutherland
The Secret History -7
by Donna Tartt
The Trials of Apollo series -4
by Rick Riordan
The Iliad +10
by Homer
The Odyssey +24
by Homer
The Folk in the Air series -8
by Holly Black
The Animorphs series +5
by K. A. Applegate
The Stormlight Archive +8
by Brandon Sanderson
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
by Jeff Kinney
Moby Dick +24
by Herman Melville
1984 +6
by George Orwell
Fables
by Bill Willingham
The Diaries of Franz Kafka
by Franz Kafka
The Song of Achilles -10
by Madeline Miller
The Last Hours series
by Cassandra Clare
The Simon Snow series -10
by Rainbow Rowell
The Throne of Glass series +13
by Sarah J. Maas
Nimona
by ND Stevenson
Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard +6
by Rick Riordan
The Bell Jar -15
by Sylvia Plath
The Dreamer trilogy +6
by Maggie Stiefvater
The Shadowhunter Chronicles -15
by Cassandra Clare
The Mistborn series
by Brandon Sanderson
This Is How You Lose the Time War
by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Captive Prince -1
by C. S. Pacat
The Twilight Saga -7
by Stephanie Meyer
The Sandman
by Neil Gaiman
The Deltora Quest series
by Jennifer Rowe
Romeo and Juliet -8
by William Shakespeare
The Far Side
by Gary Larson
Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde +2
by Robert Lewis Stevenson
Calvin and Hobbes
by Bill Watterson
The Picture of Dorian Gray -31
by Oscar Wilde
Good Omens
by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman
The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.
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