Friday, August 28, 2009

The Walls of Israel

Walls can be used to define Israel. Here's one, using a hole in the wall to suggest a besieged Israel:

Here's another Israeli hole in the wall, except this one suggests tyranny:

Jerusalem's Western, or Wailing, Wall is world famous, but how many people have seen its Eastern Wall?

The more Israeli archeologists excavate Jerusalem, the more walls they find:

Will anyone have the courage to tell Israel to tear down their walls?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Still more Anti-Twitter

Locus Novus just posted a Flash version of Anti-Twitter. Though it contains only six stories (from the 150 in the book), it's "interesting" watching the bird cough to death.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

More Anti-Twitter

Is this the cover of Harold Jaffe's upcoming book?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Wall Poems

Poets don't write many wall poems - I think because walls sometimes make poets maudlin. Here are a few:

from Robert Frost, Mending Walls:

SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
from Heungshan, an Angel Island Poem:

There are tens of thousands of poems on these walls
They are all cries of suffering and sadness
The day I am rid of this prison and become successful
I must remember that this chapter once existed
I must be frugal in my dailyneeds
Needless extravagance usually leads to ruin
All my compatriots should remember China
Once you have made some small gains,
you should return home early.

from Karla Kelsey, We Do Wall Good:
One thing we do so good together Is we wall, yes we wall so so good ogether. Like that time. Like that time You held my arms so tight, you held my arms so tight To show me how your love was good, so Good inside your dark green Nova in the rain.

It's just that we wall and we wall and we wall So good together, Like brother to brother we hit hand to face And your silver ring grazes my lips - A forbidden embrace, a brother to brother Show of love, big hand And show of love.
from W. H. Auden, Roman Wall Blues:
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.

The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.

Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.

Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.

She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.

When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.

Border Walls

In about a week Fiction International will begin to receive submissions for the theme "Walls." Why walls? Because they are everywhere Politicians love building (erecting) walls. Here are a few:

There's a wall in China. It was supposed to keep out invaders, but it didn't.

There's another in England. It was supposed to mark the borders of an empire. But it didn't.

So why would this wall achieve both purposes?

Monday, August 3, 2009

Anti-Twitter: 150 50-Word Stories

Forthcoming from Raw Dog Screaming Press in February 2010: Harold Jaffe's Anti-Twitter, 150 50-Word Stories.

Here are a few sample stories:


Pakistan's supreme judge demanded a hearing into the flogging of an adolescent girl, videotaped and displayed on YouTube. The video shows an alleged Taliban flogging the girl with chains while she shrieks in pain.

US analysts insist this marks an advance.

Previously, Taliban beheaded females accused of un-Islamic behavior.

Dead Wired

Online social networks are crucial to our lives and increasingly crucial when we die.

An industry has emerged to deal with online contacts after death.

Through a site called Deathswitch, humans post posthumous emails, announcements on online social networks, and send text messages.

Current cost: $16 per month.


About opium, Jean Cocteau, himself addicted, suggested chemists modify its toxicity while salvaging the euphoria.

Were cannabis legalized, it would become, like Marlboros, overpriced, with carcinogenic additives for extended shelf life.

Meanwhile the real shit, strong and safe, that amateurs grow would remain, like bootleg liquor, subject to prosecution.

A German

and his Italian girlfriend abandoned her three children at a cafe in the northern town of Aosta, after ordering them a pizza.

They left the cafe, supposedly for a cigarette, but never returned.

Later the German tried, unsuccessfully, to hang himself with his belt in the railroad toilet.