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The Infernal AccordIf anyone were to listen to some of the whispered words passed between the citizens of New Crobuzon, then they would hear many things. Most of them untrue. Some, however, were not entirely lies and the tales of people vanishing never to be seen again were among probably the least verifiable and yet the most accurate tale of them all.
In New Crobuzon, people vanished. For no reason, it seemed, at all. There was no connection between the people and no pattern in the locations of their disappearances nor even a class distinction. While it seems that the Underclass - Prostitutes and Remade - would vanish on a greater fre
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More