. The word for horse in Greek has the literal meaning “Illogical.” I have searched the internet for the etymology of this name but found no answer. This name is illogical in itself, on the next level, since there is no possible reason to call a horse “illogical” except from the point of view of … Continue reading
Franx FictionI started this website since nowadays one needs a presence to be present, and physical presence is no longer sufficient to be seen in this nebulous virtual space. So think of it as a bullhorn, as an amplification, as a mic check.
AAN ZEEA scientist attending a conference in the Netherlands gets drawn into the spell of a hotel that has seen better days, and enters a time warp from which he finds it difficult to escape. A long train ride as he visits his aunt living in Austria brings a solution of some sort.
NARCISIn a post-apocalyptic world, in which man-sized music-loving roaches roam the earth, a young postdoc is introduced to the large electronic library in the New Mexico desert in which truth filters are employed to test scientific hypotheses, to make experimentation on animals obsolete.
The ObservatoryThe old observatory of the University of Bonn is sold to a shifty entrepreneur who promptly transforms it into a striptease joint and bordello. As Hubert, the director of the Astronomical Institute, struggles to keep the scandal contained, his marriage is falling apart.
. . The actors: God, Assistant God, Messenger. [God and Assistant God are casually dressed but both wear a cardboard halo that flaps when they move their heads as it is supported by a single spoke. The Messenger wears a uniform that shows rudiments of golden wings in the area of the shoulder blades. God … Continue reading
. 1. In the hills of that country, animals the size of your thumbnail used to sit on the branches of elm trees and sing. … 2. Herb made a fast, determined movement with his left hand – he was left-handed from birth, or as long as he could remember – and the little green … Continue reading
. Five thousand years from now, the people that are left on this earth will admire the grace and delicacy with which horses were rendered in acryl on hexagonal tilings — the medium of the day — not far from the ruins that once were the Towers of Trump on the Island of Man-Hattan, an … Continue reading
. It often seems to me that the sheer uniqueness of our existence, its frailty, and the uncertainty of my own survival beyond the span of a few years would call for outbursts of celebration, outbursts of a different sort than the ones coming from me. Instead, I’m spending my time with myopic affairs. This … Continue reading
. I found this image on the internet by accident, by entering “Screeching halt” into Google. The image in fact shows the very opposite: a horse determined to take off despite the lack of purchase on thin air. Amish horses will stop at nothing. They speak a hilarious mixture of Dutch and German, punctuated by … Continue reading
. The whole space shivers — how can we maintain our composure, thinking of our whole body contracting and dilating every which way by a fraction of the diameter of a proton? Not that we or our friends would notice it, but it is the idea that counts: that our very dimensions are changed by … Continue reading
. Today at lunch we talked about the goldfish kids used to bring home from craft fairs in plastic bags with just enough water to turn around, and I remembered the ecosphere someone gave me once for my birthday: a sealed plastic sphere that just fit in my two hands, inside half water and half … Continue reading
. I see Kurt Vonnegut’s luminescent beings, those propelled by incessant farting on another planet — the name is of no consequence — caught in the act of foreplay, giddy at that. The world watches, listens for needles to drop, the ocean boils in anticipation, the fish are open-mouthed and shudder at the thought of … Continue reading
. It was the experience of wandering around in his own mind, during all his wake moments, like a man who walks in the thicket of a forest, forgetful yet with bouts of certainty and firm knowledge that a treasure was there that would never go away. And just like that man walking by chance … Continue reading