“Here. Here remain the suffering dead. Listen and you will hear them, if the night is still.”
Tag: Coventry
The Bones of This Land.
“The bones of this land are a conduit to a thing we cannot name; primal and endless, without beginning or end.”
ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! or The Anarchy Bridge.
“I arrived too late for Anarchy Bridge; too late for that freaked out array of anarchistic statements and surreal slogans, too late for the I have seen the fnords and the ALL HAIL DISCORDIA. Too late for all that.”
The Black Pad.
“The Black Pad is a wilderness seized, the urban sprawl of Wood End and Potters Green trapping it like a feral dog on a weakening leash.”
Over the Edge.
“In its dreams the cow can fly!”
Death Is.
“A death, any death, is the death of a universe unique and novel and marvellous, an attitude, an outlook, a spark blinking out of existence for an eternity, with life now a jigsaw with a forever missing piece.”
The Long Ache.
“The good times never last.”
The Spire.
“That’s the Moonlight Sonata humming in the fillings of my teeth. That’s the cries of the dissolution that crow beneath the jaunty Ska beat. That's history writhing beneath us like the biblical Beast. Watch the mystery play as we play it today, take another slug of the hard stuff. It burns as the Christchurch had in the shadow of the Heinkel He.”
Coventry’s Pride.
“Hidden sparks! The monotonous drone of bored machinery! A desperate cry for help, perhaps, or just dead inside and out...”
A Whisper in the Weeds.
“It had been The Devil himself who had stood in the place of that curious dog, atop a burning pyre the very shade of a weeping willow in Spring, his sly grin like an open vent, and out did spill a damnation song with it's fill of utter loathing.”
The Cofa’s Tree. 