I'm halfway through reading Big Sur. Can't say anything but Love it, Began it on a journey to Land's End, the south side of the south fork all the way at the tip, the Point, again, The End, Long Island, New York. Brother Ti Jean. I've been to Lowell, Massachusetts. Walked by the Merrimack River seeing … Continue reading Brother Likeness [Flash Fiction]
It is I or it is me--it's me is okay. What is this It is I shit. The French say, c'est moi; they do not say c'est je. Understand? C'est moi; It's me. I am a staff of one. I am everyone and everything herein. I am the whole review, all of it, all of what goes into it, every … Continue reading It is I [Flash Fiction]
Is it true that philosophy is not a tradition of theories, but a tradition of the literary, and do we call them fictions, otherly formed fictions? Is that what I imply by calling this a fictional essay? If it is a fictional essay, then the essay form is being employed in the service of fiction, … Continue reading Historicity and Hysteria [Flash Fiction]
Black and White Film [Fiction] Who wouldn't prefer snow to rain? I ask rhetorically, secure in the notion that snow must be universally preferable to rain. I know it is for me in December. I prefer 28 degrees Fahrenheit with snow to 38 degrees Fahrenheit with rain. Yes, I would prefer 30F with snow to … Continue reading Who Does Not Prefer Snow to Rain? Or, How Black and White Photography Helped Me Form a Renewed Idea about Truth
To be literate or to be alphabetic is a question that should be posed by any society that sees itself in conflict over just what the society is or should be or where it is going or where it has been, has come from. Being alphabetic, what is sometimes referred to by me as having … Continue reading Look at Me, I Can Spell My Name [short fiction]
This critical journal, this literary review, with its pages of Essays and its blog, where some of the essays are initially worked out, expresses the views of its author, Thomas Sarebbononnato, who is also the Publishing Editor, sometimes referred to as the Editor-in-Chief. The essays are all of them literary in form, and many are … Continue reading C’est Moi, The Review; or, A Blogger Blogs about His Literary Blog [Flash Fiction]
There is only the writing here. What else should there be? My only answer to the questions that plague us, hound us, haunt us, hunt us . . .is the writing, what I write when I write in response from my conscience. Each of my simple responses . . . my sword and my shield … Continue reading Ma Plume est Mon Droit
Our early human ancestors completed cave paintings because they did not have mirrors? A man asks another man, then pausing to wonder what he might have added or how he might have phrased the question differently . . . wondering perhaps if his question makes any sense at all, then waiting for a response that does … Continue reading Prime, Primitive, Motive; an Anonymous Author Writes of an Anonymous Man Having Spoken to Another Unnamed Man [Flash Fiction]
Me, a word I use in French sometimes, moi. The rays of the sun from behind the clouds one day on the beach lying and reading and sipping the beers we brought from our room, the beers that we bought yesterday in town, a summer ale, I think, or was it the Lobster Ale I'm … Continue reading A Deer, a Doe [Flash Fiction]
"We should take care of the misery in front of us," she said. She said that we needed not to consider the larger issues of the world; that every issue we think we need to emote over as we do pathetically insipidly are all connected to people who suffer them and show us their … Continue reading Candles, Lumens and the Sum of Light [a short-short story]
THE LESSENING OF DEMOCRACY To read or not to read is a question I might ask, yet do not; but to write or not to write is the question, something without question what I need to do, must do in order to be, to live. My to be or not is combined with this to … Continue reading How Under-Education is Contingent and Reciprocal in the Loss of Liberty
[A Short Story] An essay writer publishing an essay in his literary review revealing what it reveals about both his being and his existence, perhaps. What this then would say about us saying about him is as old as the form of the essay which all writers of the form cannot escape, and that is … Continue reading When Horse Shit Passes Itself Off as Bull Shit; or, The Essay Writer and You
What can I say? I have no words? Is that true? What then are these? There is always something to say? I'm not sure if I agree that there is always something to say . . . always? Never always, right? Suiting action to word and word to action is Hamlet's advice to the players, … Continue reading Montauk Shore with Great Dinosaur Looking Birds, and How We Imagine that the Most Recent Paleontology Determining that Dinosaurs Evolved Into Our Present Populations of Birds is Incorrect is Beyond Me [Flash Fiction]
Rhetorical questions are not withstanding--do not take the time to think of an answer, or even a response to any rhetorical question posed herein. Posture tells a lot about you, I have heard. Pose is an accurate way of describing the questions--they are posed as nudes are posed, and they are not naked as nakeds … Continue reading Art of Rhetoric, The
There is a way for literature to be bad literature--bad in form, bad in style, and bad in diction, for only several of the ways literature can be bad. This we should know, but do we, and how do we if we do? There are always examples of what a form should not be in … Continue reading The Good, the Bad and the Literary?
We fear questions because asking is always a form of taking.
All good reading is re-reading. --Anonymous A man says, I've ben reading Kazantzakis and remembering Kerouac, not that they have a lot in common, I mean, not that their prose style is similar. They might just be mutually exclusive in the manner with which syntax is handled, manipulated, in the telling of a story. But … Continue reading Satori in Brooklyn [Flash Fiction]
What then must we do in face of power and money and decadent politicians and Presidents who are the bitches of Wall Street or protected by Oil gangsters? Do I have an axe to grind with power and monied elites? Of course I do, but I also have observations and critiques as well as explications … Continue reading The Falling Leaf Review
I owe more to Francis Bacon than I admit. I owe a lot to Orwell and Camus, I know, I have said as much as many times asI have mentioned influences on writing, saying something about how I used to write a lot of essays when I was in university--at university--essays personal, essays literary, essays … Continue reading Fried Egg Sandwich [Flash Fiction]
The media are the messages? What medium do we consider first? There is no medium more effective in being the messages it disseminates than another. This review is a part of print media as well as social media. How could any medium not critique itself if it is to be serious about things other than … Continue reading Media, Messages, Criminals and Business
Et Cetera I like asking questions, have always liked asking questions, had never had much fear about asking questions, had also had a sensitive understanding of the inappropriateness of some questions, of what to avoid asking, when and where and with whom, to whom. At least what I had assumed was a sensitive understanding. I … Continue reading How Going on about What You Write Might be Interesting
I do at times skirt the borders of redundancy. How to repeat without the repetition becoming redundant is a skill. I avoid redundancy by transforming repetition into motif. Motif is only motif if not redundant; redundancy subtracts from motif, as there is a way to repeat things without them becoming motif and without them becoming … Continue reading From the Editor
I would never shove up my ass any of things that girls have shoved up their cunts only possibly to let in the air, as we hear the female protagonist say in Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants," they let in the air.