“Oh Master al-Qarawi,” The Elder said with a smile. “You are aware of the widow’s calamity.” The Master did not speak. This meant that he was aware. Silence speaks volumes in the jalsa.
Category: Prose
HOST
“Excuse me! Do you know where the host of the party is?” He pointed to a man on a pillar, doused in gold and honey, made by the gods. He was The Host.
porch
Two men are standing on the porch. Black coats. Black pants. White shirts. Neckties. Smiles.
apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
TRANSCRIPT: You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that there’s some sort of technical disconnect between kids and language. … Continue reading apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
apocalypse March 27, 2020
TRANSCRIPT: I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms. There’s just no way. No amount of language—language simply doesn’t allow for it. Language is simply incapable of expressing things that don’t make sense. Only poetry, the transcendence of language, the manipulation and mutation of words to say … Continue reading apocalypse March 27, 2020
