In Parkland (Preview)

1 The morose poet Mayakovsky sits down next to her, And, just so that she cannot mistake his intentions, says: —I do not exist. Ok, she can cope with that. —But you’ll have an orange juice… or a coffee, won’t you? You look like you need something. The magic hour. He watches the bumbling carpContinue reading “In Parkland (Preview)”


The gambler says:—Tell them I came, but no-one answered. Entranced, as the gambler is ever, by the lovely mathematics in softest lighting, the ballet of numbers, the chemin-de-fer, the vingt-et-un. Good evening, enchanté that you could join us tonight, When he enters, M’sieu, your usual. Rum and stunning fractured ice placed at the elbow, AContinue reading “Casino”

The Compendium of Degenerates – part 12

The cloth remained on the barkeep’s shoulder, ghostly of the casual and practised flick, ein Bund Idioten, the SPD guys are in the Niedrige Kneipe tonight, unruly and impossible. —Mierscheid will pay, he is in the john. The SPD make a run for it, scattering across Mulackstraße. They are anarchists really, the bastards. They’re soContinue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 12”

The Compendium of Degenerates – part 13

How Florian and Pim had come to be acquainted: In 1918, having reached an age, Florian had gone to the Exemption Board. With a pacifist theme worked out, demeaning but safest. Somehow, during one of the interviews, a physician had got something else into his head — a nuance, or even a code, transmitted mistakenly,Continue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 13”