Dream-Pedlary

Dream-Pedlary

if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life’s fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a...
On The Road

On The Road

…I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there – after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and...
The Outsider

The Outsider

The trigger gave. I felt the underside of the polished butt and it was there, in that sharp but deafening noise, that it all started. I shook off the sweat and the sun. I realised that I’d destroyed the balance of the day and the perfect silence of this beach...
Heart of Darkness

Heart of Darkness

Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating buddha. Nobody moved for a time. ‘We have lost the first of the ebb,’ said the director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the...
Naked Lunch

Naked Lunch

She seized a safety-pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with the dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound. But her hideous...
Nausea

Nausea

Yes, i who was so fond of sitting on the banks of the tiber in rome, or in the evening, in barcelona, of walking a hundred times up and down the ramblas, i who near angkor, on the island of the baray of prah-kan, saw a banyan tree knotting its roots around the chapel...