Professor of Creative Writing at Leeds Trinity University, Oz Hardwick regularly contributes to Emanations. Here he reads “Station to Station Part 2.”
Monday, March 24, 2025
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Meanwhile, beneath the Pyramid of Khafre ...
Archaeologists have discovered huge, spiral-shaped cylindrical structures stretching over 600 meters (about 2,000 feet) straight down beneath the Great Pyramid of Giza. These massive findings, located more than 2 kilometers (1.2 miles) below the pyramid's base, hint at enormous… pic.twitter.com/p0TEbKxKg2
— Historic Vids (@historyinmemes) March 20, 2025
Interesting discovery. It compares to revelations presented in the fourth chapter of Echoes and throughout The Sky-Shaped Sarcophagus, the first and third books of the Invisible Tower trilogy. Click HERE or the image below for more information.
Friday, March 21, 2025
Can an aesthetic artifact be both enigmatic and irrelevant? Are mystery and innaity mutually exclusive? Does an agreeable impression, even of the grotesque or of the absurd, negate banality? Are aesthetic experiences and responses predicated upon propositions, or upon utterances, or can silence suffice?
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Highbrow Helicopterfest: #3 Lockheed XH-51A rigid rotor concept
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Well, yes. Yes, of course. But then on the other hand there were all these convincing (and unconvincing, even better) colors and forms...
Another Time
For us like any other fugitive,
Like the numberless flowers that cannot number
And all the beasts that need not remember,
It is today in which we live.
So many try to say Not Now,
So many have forgotten how
To say I Am, and would be
Lost, if they could, in history.
Bowing, for instance, with such old-world grace
To a proper flag in a proper place,
Muttering like ancients as they stump upstairs
Of Mine and His or Ours and Theirs.
Just as if time were what they used to will
When it was gifted with possession still,
Just as if they were wrong
In no more wishing to belong.
No wonder then so many die of grief,
So many are so lonely as they die;
No one has yet believed or liked a lie,
Another time has other lives to live.
- W. H. Auden
I'm not sure what Auden is getting at. Is he making a point? Is he describing? Is he attempting to persuade? Does he mean to instruct us? Is he, ahem, is he moralizing?

































