CELEBRANT streaming audio 2

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CELEBRANT streaming audio 1

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CELEBRANT reading

Hello all --

At the other end of this rapidshare link, you should find an mp3 of a hoarse old drone reading a bunch of crazy nonsense.

CELEBRANT preamble

Should anyone be so foolhardy as to listen, let me know if it doesn't come through properly.

I recently had the honor of participating in a collection of new stories paying homage to the great Bruno Schulz, whose painting, "Spotkanie" (ie, "The Encounter") appears above.  Your reporter's story from that collection, "The Vile Game of Gunter and Landau," can also be found on the web here, at the Weird Fiction Review.

9.14.12

The art is by Shuji Tanase.

Ben Godby has posted a review of The Great Lover at Strange Horizons, and you can read it here.

This review, like D.F. Lewis' real-time review of Celebrant, which can be found here, however flattering to my vanity, is, more importantly, proof to me that the work I do does get across, and that I'm not spinning my wheels in unintelligible solipsistic monologues. This is a very difficult thing to know from my "side" of the writing.

I'm currently at work on a new novel. If I am able to muster up, I will begin posting recordings of myself reading extracts from the material here on this blog soon.

9.1.12

Adrian Slunj, from CELEBRANT.

I sometimes find images of characters before I write them, sometimes after. In this case, after.

This is actually German actor Fritz Rasp, as "der Mann" in Fritz Lang's Frau im Mond.

8.7.12

H.P. Lovecraft

There are men who address only his shadow

And fasten on the moon of hyacinth

Gifts of clear light, of an extinct color,

Nothing but fearsome names.

The carpet, winding in its course,

Fills an enclosure with its arabesques.

There is no one here. I am here. I am no different than

The king who creates prodigies and is astonished.

To a sad Mars in his chlamys of ammonia

The Deadly Inhabitor sends his cold

Mandate, which is an angel or a demon.

I have lost something, without having been its owner:

A phantasm perhaps, a pallor of summer

Dissolves in the ambience of my dream.

-- Emiliano González (1955 -- ????)
from his wonderful story, "La Herencia de Cthulhu" ("The Legacy of Cthulhu") available in the original Spanish here.