This has been main headline news in UK: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-21401111 regarding a Romanian abattoir. Nothing established for certain as I write this.
First, I was wondering about the cat’s meat trade — as depicted in my novella WEIRDTONGUE (The InkerMen Press 2010) — and whether Blasphemy Fitzworth’s trade between the UK and Middle Europe was a staggering premonition of similar news in 2013. Or was ‘Weirdtongue’ indeed affected retrocausally?
Also, I am still real-time reviewing, DEHISCENCE, a quilted patchwork novella published a few weeks ago in Romania, the plot of which seeming at least obliquely relevant to this news issue. Like a few of the publisher’s previous ‘Last Thinkers’ books, this one seems bound in some unknown animal skin, an arguable phenomenon that I think you can see from this photo I’ve just taken:
No sign of this skin dehiscing. It is a very well made book.
By John Cowper Powys in 1933. Above is a Picador bought new in 1975. Next year I took my then young family on holiday to Glastonbury. I am rereading it in 2012, and the gap shows where I have got up to so far.
My choice of quotes from it: http://weirdtongue.wordpress.com/quotations-from-the-glastonbury-romance-by-john-cowper-powys/
Just reached the aesthetic, workmanlike, spiritual and psychotic emanations from Sam Dekker’s ‘clay-hauling’. (Or ‘hawling’: https://nullimmortalis.wordpress.com/2012/11/18/hawling-in-john-cowper-powys/)
My previous ‘Weirdtongue’ photographs of the Clacton Pavilion over the years HERE.
The photographs below were taken today (5 July 2012) and I think the signs must have been put up in the last day or so:
A ‘pavilion bowl’ sounds like a holy grail from the Crusades.
I have just re-read Nemonymous Night (Chômu Press, June 2011) in its full beautiful regalia as a book. And I wonder if it is a metaphorical suicide-bomb now planted on my bookshelf, knowing how close I am to my bookshelf…
More thoughtfully perhaps, having indeed just re-read this my only published novel, I deem it the worthy culmination of a lifetime tussling with fiction. I shall continue to deem it thus, I feel, even if the critical reaction to it is negative, but I certainly trust that most of its readers will gain value from the adventurous Jules Verne-ian plot together with its apocalyptic and acquired accoutrements.
Nemonymous Night, the Last Balcony story collection and the Weirdtongue novella are the only works of mine I would like to remain in existence after I’ve gone into my own nemonymous night. But, obviously, I have no say in what is kept and what is not. And the earth may vanish before I do.
Please forgive any sign of pretentiousness that may be discovered in this statement. And sincere thanks to the publisher of Nemonymous Night.
The two quotes inside the book – the words from an Elizabeth Bowen story were discovered after completion and acceptance of the novel – and the ‘Carcosa’ words from Karl Edward Wagner were published in the mid-1990s, and the novel mentions a ‘lethal chamber’ and an anchovy!
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