Here it is, the musicianless musical instrument: an auto-eroticon, if you will, self-stroking or pounding. These all seem to have clever,...

This is the sound of an orchestrion, one of those cleverly-named self-playing musical instruments at the Siegfried Museum. When I first ...

This is an old, old computer run by a sewing machine engine. It plays some sort of tune, a mystery, maybe like HAL in 2001 singing "D...

This is just so vulgar and terrifying, I had to share it with you today. It seems to grin at us like some twisted corpse, rattling and ba...

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. ...

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I didn't write this - it was a Facebook thing  I cut and pasted, which I realize is a no-no, but I HATE posting links which no one...

I searched far and wide, long and hard for this special Xmas video. Took maybe 2 minutes. There are numerous weird, antiquated...

Blogger's note. It never ceases to amaze me with what reverence people approach the work of Dylan Thomas. You can't e...

I decided to cut-and-paste this piece rather than publish a link, because YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE IT if you are a serious writer, especia...

Oh yes. Oh, yes, Captain Kirk, and his noble soliloquy in perhaps my fave original Star Trek episode,   Miri.   The one with all th...