dennis scharnberg

cleverness contest winner

Kenneth was hoping for a nice soft meteor.  The kind that don’t hurt.

Anselm Bligh,  A Collection of Miniatures.


far far closer

Orange proves that red and yellow do not exist.  Cannot exist.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

decline is fun

In 1967, Harold declared himself a Maoist.  Though few people seemed to notice.

Thaddeus Crewes,  Crowded Evil World.

hiring script writers

Not all feedback is constructive.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

beg steal borrow

“…and that’s not who I am anymore, believe me,” said Hodges.  As though we just choose who we are, at any particular time.

Herbert Fallowes,  Unfit for Murder.


nothing to do

…here’s kindred of

Your whispered honestie….

Lawton Troost,  The Foole’s Felicitie.       (1590)

Priscilla Fanning,   Fragments From the Elizabethan Stage.

swollen with lies

At home, combed my head.

Lute till late,

And so to bed.

Patrick Malmsey,  Verse.

bottom of things

All we can expect is the relentless creation of “literariness.”  A product to be consumed and then discarded.  A never-ending cleverness contest.

Clifford O. Mounce,  A Portable Darkness.

illusion of pleasure

“Never talk to an angry dog, Janice.  Just move along.”

Jane Chetwynde,  The Have-Not Faradays.

fall of towers

“Will reality prove itself to me today?” Jack wondered.  “Is it just round the corner?”

Jason Starling, ed.,  Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.