Tag Archives: Dadaoism: An Anthology

Wild Boys Party

In see-through red shirt I’ve had for over fifty years and Japan windcheater, off to Quentin’s party with champagne, cake, box of chenin blanc, card and Latin dictionary.  He’d said he’s doing Latin.  Wrong address directed me to right one, … Continue reading

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The Wart

“Have I told you the story of the wart?” Some time ago I had an itch in my bum.  On looking at its reflection in a mirror I could see no red rash about the anus, so ignored it. I … Continue reading

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Karaoke Party, from Diary Entry

The train was packed until Clapham Junction.  I found The Old Crown though that its advertising itself as OC fooled me for a minute.  Seeing no one in the bar I proceeded through to stairs going up and climbed to … Continue reading

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A Reading of Justin Isis’ Welcome to the Arms Race

I like the vibrant fuchsia of the cover with the simply centred, majuscule title, fractured to suit meaning – Welcome to the Arms Race – and the simplicity of title and author – Justin Isis – on the spine.  I’m … Continue reading

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On Readings of Short Exegesis

On Goodreads I followed the re-readings of Dadaoism, An Anthology to which I’d contributed ‘An instance from which telepathy can be proved…etc,’ the longest title ever, ‘Instance’ for short.  One reader, Janie, sought a mot juste and I offered ‘deconstruction’ … Continue reading

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Short Exegesis (of An instance from which telepathy can be proved,…)

Short Exegesis: a story in Dadaoism (An Anthology) starts without a title.  In the contents it’s called Instance.  The first sentence implies: a first person past narrative; that this is one of annual visits from far-off to another character called … Continue reading

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Meet the Girlfriend

After Quentin buzzed me in I was climbing the stairs in front when his head appeared round a corner at the back of the ground floor to redirect me.  I’d forgotten to bring his address but remembered it sufficiently though … Continue reading

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