A glimpse of the future

Sheela na Gig

At the court of the Crimson King

The Projectionist

La bourgeoise s'épate

'I am scandalised at these salacious details,' she said. Her eyes twinkled with the prurient lusts of the desiccated and empty.

'But they are entirely your own invention,' I objected. She could not hear me above the sounds of her hands rustling in her underwear.

'Oh how astonishing to find myself - me, just an unassuming housewife - part of this bohemian world'.

Like all the other products of her imagination, she made it sound like a shopping centre.

In the age of the romantic gesture

George Osborne says we must all tighten our belts (2)

We must share the sacrifice and spend the same

George Osborne says we must all tighten our belts

The Transmogrifiers

The teenage alchemists of E6 scatter pages from their records across the streets.

Pottery Should Be Made By Al

The Lusty Hero

His vigour was impressive

Stalked by a phoenix of retribution

The Midnight Show at the Folies Papales

Dancing for a special audience of hormonal pubescents who are thinking of joining the Hitler Youth

Birger Jarl's Golden Erection

Arcanum IX

The Big Society

Angry villagers seek out evidence of scientific progress

Primitive Survival

I dug an animal trap beneath my eye.
I grew a stain of leaf-mould to cover it
And hide the work of necrotising insects.
At the corners of the horizon
Oil-winged predators slip from my view
Leaving the smell of burnt fish-skins
And the taste of charcoal.
The soft rotting pops in my ears

The Eye is the Devil's Doorway

The Choir

Earless forger and gifted academic

The King and Queen of the Violently Dead

April on Eyjafjallajökull

From the Bloomsbury Zoological Garden

Pope Benny the Nazi Writes to the Irish

Hello sonny. You've probably been wondering about all these changes that have taken place recently, haven't you? Why you haven't seen Father Michael quite as often as you used to? Or quite so close up? Well, I'd like to set your mind at - gosh, you're big for your age, aren't you? I tell you what, why don't you hop up here on my knee while I tell you all about it. It's ok, nobody needs to know. After all, what happens in Maynooth stays in Maynooth.

For His Holiness Spartacus Mills, the Loose Canon

Sylvia's Hello pt 3

melt action pusher next!
under sheaf sheaf steer.
self fagot monkey some!
dormer steer dormer way!
choker livid throve throve.
shelve guslar.
detank dove.
arena billet layer rung?
bigamy next.
self dot cyder scar?
movie melt.
goof movie relic.
endue nobble way reddle!

da dextram misero et tecum me tolle per undas

The Companions of the Rosy Hours of Mazenderan