Continuing to read William H Gass’s The Tunnel . . .

The lost book has been found, the last writings of Walter Benjamin! It is out: Charles Baudelaire: Un poeta lirica nell’ eta del capitalismo avanzato (in Italian and edited by Giorgio Agamben and others). I gasped as I read that it has been out since December 2012, (London Review of Books Vol 35, No 22…
In the beginning was the word. Was there ever not the word? The word having been ‘here and there’, everywhere forever. We understand this even if it crumbles the mind. Why not call it the infinite, a timeless zone, the uncreated, before, beyond, behind creation; a zone that is no-zone, a place that is no-place,…
The wondrous warmth of that ruby red; I wouldn’t have thought of it as blood red, but somehow the idea comes to mind, some correlation between blood and red wine. But of course, then the connection flashes up – the Mass: the blood the wine, the wine is the blood. I had to…

I was there but I was not harmed, Mr Fox’s Story continues. Sunday a week before last I watched a hare drink beside a common pond*. It was late afternoon and I was in Cumbria over a long weekend with a group of men. We were twelve in all stood in a field, until the hare arrived…
Will you find me, will I find you, will you know me? Questions to perplex the weary and destitute. To language or not to language, that is more likely to be the question. Hamlet, Hamlet let’s sit down and talk about this. Look, I agree this is horrible and neither of us has any…
Pimlico powercut, Snow is coming from the north. The men grunt silently. The women are streaming. It is the realm of fear and contrary to all the best scientific evidence I am still breathing. In fact I am breathing easily and the air smells curiously fresh. Ok the written word is proving difficult to use…
Uncle Mel and Aunty Mel and all the little Mels, all with their heads down, hiding out until the pink one with the army of shotguns has finished blasting the night air. Meanwhile there is plenty to discuss, to while away the long hours. After the ancient bard Max Mele has finished his…
Setting off just after nine in the morning on the return journey, completing the circle, begun the previous day, dry to start with and only in the closing miles the rain, that driving fine rain of Dartmoor, accompanied us down from the high moor towards Tavistock and then the last couple of miles…
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Different WORDSTALL Categories in the past supported the mainly experimental personal writing in posts. The previous list of Category headings was: Anti-gravity Surgery / Atelier / Catastrophe Games / Echo Effects / Exodus / Fundamental Perversions / Hitting the Potholes / Holy Fool-Hero / In Conversation / Old Men Traveling / On the Street / Out in the Wilderness / Over and Beyond / Tonite at the Coliseum. Some of these still persist or recur as Tag key-words.
The even earlier Category headings for the walkingtalkingwriting blog (2006-2012) have been forgotten, but can be explored if desired via the long tail of monthly posts for those years here.