and here we are as on a darkling plain

Gary J. Shipley (author)

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Title	and here we are as on a darkling plain
Contributor	Gary J. Shipley (author)
DOI	https://doi.org/10.21983/P3.0018.1.02
Landing page	https://punctumbooks.com/titles/dark-chaucer/
License	https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/
Copyright	Shipley, Gary J.
Publisher	punctum books
Published on	2012-12-23
Long abstract	blackening, like a corpse-reanimate, lost in nights of stars of heaven’s sick white light. And there are hilts wired to the widening grip of bleached palms, the edges remaining white beneath a spill of blood carved black. And each love and loveless seed of rot is white, leeching lignin and degrading and decolorizing all past worlds of woods of tar-black trees rooted in some foreign shame. And though the fox of this wood is black and the cabbages white in which it lays, there is no peroxide in the throat that trolls the art of stories of old things.
Page range	pp. i–vii
Print length	7 pages
Language	English (Original)

blackening, like a corpse-reanimate, lost in nights of stars of heaven’s sick white light. And there are hilts wired to the widening grip of bleached palms, the edges remaining white beneath a spill of blood carved black. And each love and loveless seed of rot is white, leeching lignin and degrading and decolorizing all past worlds of woods of tar-black trees rooted in some foreign shame. And though the fox of this wood is black and the cabbages white in which it lays, there is no peroxide in the throat that trolls the art of stories of old things.