dennis scharnberg

Nobody means anything.

Terence Theodore,  Proverbs for a New Era.

Regard the graffiti artist as a paradigm.  But of what?

Gunnar Grimes,  The Persistence of Vision.

A view came to be held that the Revolution is cumulative, not sudden and dramatic.

Benedict Tuttle,  Styles of Mendacity: The Life and Work of Max Horkheimer.

Ella meant tarry.

Andrew Tertullian,  Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

It is well-being that makes us stupid.  I fear that this is inevitable.

Rula Tebb, ed.,  Remarks Attributed to the Late Great Hubert Ambrose.

“I have earned the emotions that I express,” thought Linda.

Anderson Culpis,  Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.

An afternoon’s task:  Write down on a sheet of paper a numbered list of all the things you know.

Sidney Barbuckle,  A Pocketful of Sand.

Someone must determine which stereotypes are acceptable.  Now, who will that be?

Tanner Faust,  A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.

“There is something awful about reality,” mused Hadley.  “And I’m going to find out what it is.”

Brendan Shaughnessy,  Lobsters and Clams, a Novel.

Waves and wave phenomena are completely misunderstood.  Indeed, the very concept of periodicity.

Christopher Valerian,  In Search of Boundary Conditions.