Once again a lot has happened since I last posted anything ages ago…which is probably why I haven’t posted anything. Where to begin….?
A few weeks ago, Hannah and I spent one of our free Fridays in Dublin. 2,579 more words
The paradoxcycle dilemmena: the langauge theories (gauges more typtopically ordered to put the Four Forcemen of the Antipocolypse (BANG!) into their group theorhetorical cages to prove onceandforall, onallstages fourallayges, the symmetrickly (it’s super!) allelegance and the scaley invariance undoudubitably sphericentral to our infinidismal variexistence) novel is all about rhymerhythm and flow (from swerve of shore to bend of bay), which requires the reader ‘listen’ carefully, meaning quite literally sounding out everything on the page in your head. 88 more words