#metafiction

"We tell the same stories over and over, with minor variations. It is cozy to have one’s expectations met"

Dear friends, it's been a while since my last Critical Notes, so it's time to publish another one. Play number 17, and I thought it was a good idea to dedicate it to a particular aspect of Juan Carlos

Is how Dr. Cinch described his latest Live from the imaginary Cafe Show 3/12/2019 Thank you Dr. Cinch for your consideration And publicity during this time The time of my record release Distribution

I guess this is one of my more normal stories, down to earth and with a beginning, middle and an end... It was a very large extraordinary staring back at me from out of the bushes of the night as 4 am

In my world there are many holy virgins and dwarfs with twitchy eyes; and so, here's a story about one of them... On the altar where the Holy Virgin used to stand was a dark ruin that still smoked hours

This is a double story and could be mistaken for something else... A government spy dressed up as an ice man and who’d been delivering bags of ice to the same address for the last five years groaned and

In a hot sauna with number 5... “How many times can you get into heaven?” asked number 5 going through her regimented panic stations, virally speaking, yet not moving an inch on her hot seat. “As many

This is one of those ones that has been plucked from the moments racing by... Sometimes when turning over every stone in the junkyard of your desires you may find that the fabulism of a smiling impermanence

This is one of my bus stories and is not what you think... Days went by like moments; smiling faces pushed through my dreams into what couldn’t be had; something was burning, and no-one would say what

I was going to write about Bogdanovich, but the kettle boiled and so I wrote about this instead... In the slipstream of his unknowing before he found himself where he wanted to be he was full of questions

I wrote this one while sitting in a Thai bus stop station in Bangkok after the sun had gone down... Zen: “A scandal of rarebits, ascended masters, and 5 blue tits were not in a church on Sunday. So, I

Another day another lie... “I feel I’ve been falling for years and never reaching bottom and so will live forever falling out of my tree,” said one sister to the other. In the coal exchange of this statement

If you're going to ask me what this one is about, don't bother... Of course things change, but don’t they take forever to do so; anyway, Kafka’s shoe was lying in the corner over by the saddest part of

This one came along unexpectedly and hung around for a while until I wrote it down... "You can't, and that's that, so you may as well stop crying," said God. But the man didn't hear, he was crying

And here's one on its way to bed... Tangles… There is a special name for it, I’m sure, but I can’t think what it is. So I will call it after midnight, wherever I am; tangled up again in all this wine that

This one comes from snowflakes anonymous where the dead moan forever... “Have you ever re-arranged onions to suit your mood?” asked Kafka under the moon that shone down brightly on the graves. “It comes

This is about somewhere else... And then they wrote me a notice to say that I had to appear before them forthwith or else a heavy fine would be placed on my head and spread about on the fake news that

The day grows dark as I sit in this cell not even waiting any more, or hoping. He is out there free, the real murderer, while I am left here to rot. I protested my innocence right from the start, but the

I wished for a last smoke as I was guided by the patterns of old requests that there’s room inside this flame, why don’t you be my guest, break down the walls, let my sentence be this open book, each page

“Now let me tell you a story,” said the ghost of lost dreams to his secretary: “Long were the days and longer were the nights of Rumi as he travelled around the land looking for something to do until he