Don’t be fooled by this poetry blog’s sleek and shiny “Web 2.0″ layout – Inside lurks the mind of a terrible human being who is only interested in the blood of innocents, the lamentations of women in general, and chocolate milk. Entering here puts you at risk of his unparalleled literary genius and searing urban(e) wit, and we will not be held responsible for the permanent damage it inflicts on the optic nerve
Let it toil lugubriously, drenched in the moonlight, chained and wailing as it is to a writing desk – some things are not meant to be disturbed by mere man, and that which has been seen cannot be unseen, and that which has been read cannot be unread: you are traveling deep into the twisted recesses of a charlatan and a thief’s mind, kind of like The Labyrinth, you know, that movie with David Bowie and the Goblins, except with less tight leather pants, and all homunculi have been restrained to writing words on a computer screen.
Here is the first. Do not say you were not warned.
“That which is not dead can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die.” - H.P. Lovecraft, reading from The Necronomicon.
“You can flay the flay!
I couldn’t make this stuff up!” – Chef Tony, on the Miracle Blade high performance kitchen utensil series.
It does look very sophisticated and ordered. I would like to know what other poets and writers you read and like from a range of different time periods, style and genre. I guess in return I had better start reading The Necronomicon. I think a student, Pip, gave it to me last year to read but if it is the same text is an an enormous tome.