Franx Fiction

I 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.

Blog Posts

The Competitor

My ferocious competitor in instant fiction, master of the flies and master of cognitive chaos, has changed the rules of the game. It is not to our advantage. We used to be able to make up stories, tongue in cheek, creating an alternative world to illuminate the real one in which we wake up every … Continue reading

Eclipse Face

So I curved my hand and left two spaces between my knuckles, and these should have produced two disks of light when exposed to the sun, but instead each became an image of the eclipse, and the incursion of the moon is interpreted as the direction of the movement of the eye.

The Death of Satire

Trump takes the wind out of my imagination, hence out of my responses to current affairs as a writer.  I used to think satire is the way to go in dealing with things that are wrong in this world.  Satire sharpens the thinking by pushing things into their extremes.  “A Modest Proposal” by Jonathan Swift, … Continue reading

The Reference Problem

The reference problem is an old problem.  We do measure the actions of people by norms that have been established before.  All our actions, our pronouncements, are predicated on assumptions we all hold dear.  Even satire requires a general system of reference to be heard and understood. Rogues are by definition people who defy norms.  … Continue reading

Litfaß Säule

Seeing a Litfass Säule in Krakow invoked childhood memories from Germany in the 50s where these advertisement columns were everywhere. These were large cylindrical columns made of concrete, erected for the mere purpose of acting as walls for advertisements, such as for concerts, circuses, lectures. Now with … Continue reading

Strength

The gallery is in a new building, in Manhattanville.  I was the only visitor at that time. I took the picture from the side, to avoid glare.  (It occurs to me now that the perspective distortion is a test of three-dimensionality. Hence … Continue reading

Was it all worth it?

photograph of graffiti in Krakow, Poland In this competitive  world — and “petty” is related to “competitive” for a reason — we must find our senses and our purpose. If after exercise we feel like shit, then we should listen. What else is out there? Have we missed something we saw as entirely tangential but … Continue reading

Cowbird — Magic Weekend

. Cowbird, Jonathan Harris’ website dedicated to the narration of stories of life, ceased to exist at the end of March after running for 5 years.  I tremendously enjoyed contributing to it and interacting with people while it lasted.  The reason was that I’ve always looked for a way to express myself in a way … Continue reading

Birkenau

. Birkenenau in German means a “meadow of birch trees,” just as Weidenau, the name of my home town, means a “meadow of willows.”  Both conjure a beautiful, peaceful scene.  But Birkenau, the bigger one of two Auschwitz camps created by the Nazis, is the most gruesome opposite of peace and serenity one could imagine. … Continue reading

Display of Power

(Puppets in the window of a shop in Krakow) . We all, or some of us, walk through this beautiful town thinking of a different kind of life. But what would that be? A few privileged people amassing a lot of power, their lackeys following each of their steps with forced adolation? Each display of … Continue reading