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A.Z. Foreman
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Heineken's "World Apart" and Corporate Sociopathy
Watching the recent Heineken ad I was instantly reminded of when Donald Trump told Caitlyn Jenner she could use any bathroom she liked at Trump Tower. Then I realized it was nowhere near that dignified. The ad is apparently working quite spectacularly. It's...

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Ever Livid In The Tide
I have walked out of step with my time these past few years Or so. No I must not fall out of tune. The streets of home are walked by the old fears Of neolithics praying to the moon. Yeah, right. Yet out of tune the towns do seem to go As land razed under ri...

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Call to Action
Let us devote ourselves to the cause of eliminating all witch hunters. Anyone who does not agree to my program of eradicating witch hunters is under suspicion of being a witch hunter themselves.

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Immemorabilia
No greater memory we have Than of the things that were not so Stock footage dug out of the grave Of mind to make them old days grow Good. See: the coasts of might-have-been Are there for having not been once. The ugly statue rots to green Before we sigh at ...

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Dolezal Syndrome
There ought to be a term: Dolezal Syndrome. Quite a few people, many from fucked up families, have behaved and are behaving in this fashion. To the point where their assumed ethnicity truly does become part of their sense of reality. A world that places mor...

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Fiction Spéculative
I find there is a curious flavor to French Speculative Fiction from the 80s onward written under the overwhelming influence of a peculiarly French brand of postmodernism. If you read this wall, you know how I feel about French postmodernism. But SF written ...

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Lera Yanysheva: The Sense of the Father (From Russian Romani)
The Sense of the Father By Lera Yanysheva Translated by A.Z. Foreman (Set in the 1890s) I grew up in a camp, a traveling Rom. I'm living in St. Petersburg today, The city of His Majesty the Tsar. Is there a finer city? I can't say. Now Russian gentlemen pay...

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Nightenment
Black the night. Deep, seamless oh-dark-thirty. Armor. Eyes in a gunbarrel. Unseen Black falls from overhead upon the head I think, and kills the view— a guillotine. Black like a facelift given by the blind, Thick to the eye, to breath. Black dense as bars ...

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Leksa Manush: To Wine (From Latvian Romani)
A light little Romani Sonnet. To Wine Leksa Manush Translated by A.Z. Foreman A cup of wine does anything you will:  It gives a manly courage to shy men, And to the weakest man a strength of will. Wine knocks strong men out cold beyond their ken.  And wine ...
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