A poetic game in five stages. by Ioana Jucan Hand-Made Lying in your own hands at the time that was riper than ever before and again was not the situation entirely. All along were you planning on
by Ioana Jucan The bottle is on the table. The table is in the middle of the room. Therefore, the bottle is in the middle of the room. Which means – by implication – that the center of the room has been found. The bottle is the center of the room! The bottle is on […]
by Ioana Jucan A Prelude to The Bottle and the Fly “Good day, my dearest ladies and gentlemen. I/we/you/they are broadcasting live today – right this minute, though perhaps with a slight delay that, nonetheless, has no bearing whatsoever on the course of the events – from our so well-known – indeed most popular – […]
by Ioana Jucan The car .. was being driven safely on the asphalt highway. It was a newly purchased 280-hp, 3.6 liter V6 VW Passat as white as the thick head of foam of freshly boiled milk. It was a dragon-car neither too big nor too small – exactly the perfect size for its four […]
by Ioana Jucan Ripe. Riper. Ripest. Ripening. Ripeningly. Ripened. Rip/Ready.