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Absurd Enticements: March 2015
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Tuesday, March 10, 2015. Glad they had done what they'd done to the garden. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Absurd Enticements is a blog of micro stories. Some have links at the end of them to audio works by texturetext. Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident. On A Piece of Monologue.
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Absurd Enticements: August 2014
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Friday, August 22, 2014. For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open. Links to this post. Thursday, August 21, 2014. Since she had last seen Newtown, she told me, King Street had gone downhill. With the pile of clothing the owners had brought in that morning still heaped, unsorted, on the counter and the girl's still fe...
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Absurd Enticements: Glad they had done what they'd done to the garden
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Tuesday, March 10, 2015. Glad they had done what they'd done to the garden. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Absurd Enticements is a blog of micro stories. Some have links at the end of them to audio works by texturetext. Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident. On A Piece of Monologue. Glad they had done what theyd done to the garden.
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Absurd Enticements: To find the rabbit waiting
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Wednesday, December 10, 2014. To find the rabbit waiting. She told me to tie the long, grey towelling rabbit by its ears to the sapling, because this way, should the child who had lost it return, she or he would find the rabbit waiting and what joy would ensue. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident.
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Absurd Enticements: Lost
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Thursday, June 4, 2015. Today I found that my father, who is still my father, has lost the feel of talking, although he still talks. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Absurd Enticements is a blog of micro stories. Some have links at the end of them to audio works by texturetext. Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident.
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Absurd Enticements: January 2014
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Wednesday, January 15, 2014. Of course, once I got going, it seemed far more ridiculous to stop short at the bottom of the stairs, so I passed the badly-dressed man, who had turned (no joint) and was now in mid soliloquy about the fucking smoke. From a passing train) and the fucking signs. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Reviews of Since the Accident. On A Piece of Monologue.
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Absurd Enticements: December 2013
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Saturday, December 28, 2013. Everything that has leached from you. Links to this post. Monday, December 23, 2013. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Absurd Enticements is a blog of micro stories. Some have links at the end of them to audio works by texturetext. Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident. On A Piece of Monologue.
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Absurd Enticements: Remnants of personal pronouns
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Saturday, May 23, 2015. Remnants of personal pronouns. And it was when we had got to the bit in the task that asked them to describe whether the system of the country they'd been born into could be called a formal. System or an in. Six in all - and, in more detail: that it was when the Chemistry teacher had stepped forwards in public. The second student had said, not kill. As if our heads h...
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Absurd Enticements: June 2015
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Thursday, June 4, 2015. Today I found that my father, who is still my father, has lost the feel of talking, although he still talks. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Absurd Enticements is a blog of micro stories. Some have links at the end of them to audio works by texturetext. Reviews of Since the Accident. The Sydney Morning Herald. Extracts from Since the Accident.
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Absurd Enticements: February 2014
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And where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle. Sunday, February 23, 2014. She said that while she loved the animals, and particularly the shellac-tongued wolves who were hurling themselves against a sheet of nothing in Cai Guo-Qiang's Falling Back to Earth exhibition in Brisbane - the whole experience of walking among all those oddly kiddy. These apparently trivial imperfections stopped her from enjoying it properly. Links to this post.
