Date: 1984
"Sandstorms raged across the scoured floor of his skull, generating waves of high thin static that broke behind his eyes, spheres of purest crystal, expanding."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)
Date: w. 1702-1713, published 1989
"At modern Rome an easy Nymph was bred / In tender tales & soft Romances read / These on the brain a wild impression brought / & made her sure she saw what ere she thought."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: May 30, 1994
"The Great Depression had entered our souls like fog."
preview | full record— Justice, Donald (1925-2004)
Date: 1997
Reflecting on the self, all that can be grasped is the "mighty whirlwind of the world-constituting self as it rushes by."
preview | full record— Peters, John Durham
Date: 1997
"Forgive me, Friend, I've again presum'd our Minds running before the same Wind."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 1997
"Nor might any left behind on the ground see her again,-- would they?-- passing above in the Sky, the sleeves of her garment now catching light like wings...her mind no more than that of a Kite, the Wind blowing through..."
preview | full record— Pynchon, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 1998
"His nakedness against the sheet, the wanton tangle of bedclothes by his ankle, and the sight of his own genitalia, at his age not yet fully obscured by the swell and spread of his gut, sent vague sexual thoughts floating across his mind like remote summer clouds."
preview | full record— McEwan, Ian (b. 1948)
Date: 2000
"The grief a loving son would feel, and of which I had no inkling when my own mother was lowered into her flinty grave, tornadoed through me at the news of the countess's death."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"Someone suggests he is in a mental fog."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 2000
"I realised how little substance any of my feelings had without the loop of listening to myself think and speak. Better to stay on this clifftop having my thoughts ripped from me by a gale."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)