modern canadian fiction

"Wisdom is something beyond language. " Then knowledge, knowledge must be learning, skills, reeling, writhing, drawling, sketching...

Everything is everything. There is no lowest common denominator. Nothing stands separate, alone. Everything interacts with everything else, ...

she is wise in her madness the solitary wren. wingtips flutter, perhaps, after all she is peregrine as she swoops and dives but What’s in a ...

"When one has expanded his consciousness, one’s thoughts enter the paraverbal. Then to communicate with others who have not yet crossed...

“Games are nature’s most beautiful creation”; it is lucky, then, that humans fall under the category of Nature, and can partake in such eph...

i. Is suffering the opiate of the individual? How else does one explain the addiction to faith? Perhaps this is the “true” nature of the add...

All of the losers are beautiful ; beauty and terror intertwined, suffering and joy (not mere pleasure, mind you), coherence and chaos, self ...

And today is existentialism. Bella heard essence in the gentle warmth of sunshine, and crushed a moth.

And today, existentialism is. He speaks of essence, but the classroom’s hot and butterflies don’t.

pour l'edification (alors, je suis un peu fou!) de le professeur: there are extras, sort of like DVD easter eggs but less intense and ...

"A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring..." What a spicy idea! But where is the substa...

deicide, perhaps. decide! form before function? matter? (does it? perhaps.) or myth? alone in the garden, she waits patiently for her father...

It would seem to me that the Major Arcana of the tarot speak to the Jungian archetypes; perhaps this is what the elusive Drew was trying to...

metalep-what? nah. Pity. but of what sort? at a distance? cue sympathy, the pathos of binary in which the indomitable-I can feel sorrow for...

“Love is its own justification.” What about the kind theoretically steeped in sin? Must or may you overcome it? It is, after all, the word t...

Truth is subjective. It is the subject, fiction, and the object is you. Don’t object, gentle reader, but settle back into the space of metaf...

Fuck a saint. Any one will do; the martyrs are best. It’s not polite to refuse if a Canadian saint lays before you and begs with her innocen...