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Medieval Musings |
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Hello, weary internaut. Welcome to my murmurs in the machine. This is a site I will use to give a home to stories & fragments, list names of yet to be formed bands, place on the web for the first time the complete writings of the mysterious author known as the Pseudo-Liam, and present bits of wisdom culled from my reading of medieval history (below on this same page). In other words, it is a site dedicated to literature, knowledge, narcissism and absurdity. If you should come across something you enjoy on this site, check again sometime to see if it has mutated. Nothing is fixed here, things morph, swell, spread like fungus. This site pulsates with biological generation and decay. It is process, not product. More to come. Lo que no mata, engorda. |
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Que me den morcilla,
or the archtypal image of desire |
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On this site: |
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NEW! LINKS!
Not many yet, I'm afraid. But I have gone one step further in my narcissim and started a blog, believe it or not.
I would also like to recommend the page featuring the works of my dear friend and a great poet, Alexandra van de Kamp. |
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Stories |
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Unfinished stories & Fragments |
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The Raid: a serial in progress |
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The Fragmentary Writings of the Pseudo-Liam |
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Band Names |
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Liam Moore |
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wrm2002@columbia.edu |
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Email: |
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"There were questions as to whether or not the beerdonkey had been commented on by 'the philosopher.' Averroes claimed something of the sort according to some traditions that refer to a lost book of commentaries on a likewise lost book of Aristotle know as either De cervesia (On beer) or De asinis (On donkeys)."
-Julian Clochner. Aristotle: The Missing Texts. New York: Bier & Eisel, 1956.
"At the Council of Reims, our most holy Pontiff Alexander III was shot out of a circus cannon. He flew over the Alps, across the blue Ligurian Sea, and landed on the steps of the Basilica of St John, where he promptly called for the Third Lateran Council through the bull Pontifex volans."
-Hans Ulrich von Machstelpfulffer. Fliegepapstgeschicte. 18 vols. Berlin, 1856. |
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Links to my work at other sites:
Things, at the great English-Spanish journal Terra Incognita |
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Scythian Bus Station and other poems at the Rogue Scholars Collective site
(Scroll down to "July's Feature Poets" & "June's Feature Poets") |
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Miniature: The End of the Journey at Zafusy, an online journal for experimental poetry |
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