Adrift in a Vanishing CityFiction. Neither a traditional collection of short stories nor a novel, ADRIFT IN A VANISHING CITY is an unguided tour through the tortured landscape of obsessive love and unreliable memory. These stories wind through the real and the imagined, linking Budapest, Berlin, Mexico City and Pittsburg, Kansas to the shadow-haunted places within the human heart. "...A small landmark in the sedimentation of new form in fiction..."-Samuel R. Delany. "ADRIFT IN A VANISHING CITY ought to come with a warning label: Herein lie levels of meaning beyond the grasp of the blissful best-seller reader. In poetic prose that flouts conventional fictive forms, Czyz draws on classical myth, fable, folklore, Shakespearean tragedy and other genres to create a metaphor of modern alienation"--Joe Castronovo. |
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... smoke from the fires headed for the ancient light of stars . The men wore masks , he said , opted for paint rather than shirts , and danced all night with a strange little hoo - hoo sound like no animal he ever heard , around and around ...
... smoke from the fires headed for the ancient light of stars . The men wore masks , he said , opted for paint rather than shirts , and danced all night with a strange little hoo - hoo sound like no animal he ever heard , around and around ...
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Vincent Czyz. source is at the center of our existence - and the smoke ( we pour ourselves into the fire but it is the smoke ) that will choke us off in the end , a day as black as the eruption of a fabled volcano that brought about the ...
Vincent Czyz. source is at the center of our existence - and the smoke ( we pour ourselves into the fire but it is the smoke ) that will choke us off in the end , a day as black as the eruption of a fabled volcano that brought about the ...
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... smoke rise . I watch the fragrant smoke rise while the dancing maidens dance . By winged fears and cravings I am beset . Always I am beset by winged fears which cause me to question the performance before my eyes . Is there no more than ...
... smoke rise . I watch the fragrant smoke rise while the dancing maidens dance . By winged fears and cravings I am beset . Always I am beset by winged fears which cause me to question the performance before my eyes . Is there no more than ...
Contents
Budapest Blue | 105 |
Bring on the Night | 125 |
Fire from Heaven | 185 |
Copyright | |
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