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My Books Are Infested With Silverfish



I’ve not been online with any regularity lately. I am accessing The Hare indirectly, from a secret connection behind the bookshelf of a public library. You too can contact The Hare if you look hard enough for these Portals, or you could just email me.

I am about ready to “hang up my books, swallow the key, and throw away the towel”, as it were.

The Universal Library has books, full of not words but pictures. Nobody quite agrees  what the pictures are of – somebody’s brutalised Mother? two Sodomites in a Doomed Embrace? An Open Cage? 0r a Bird?

  • Do I know why?

Such is the nature of the puzzle of the enigma of The Universe, my Darlings! of which your life – with all this crazy gift of Time – is but a very silly part! So drink up! I would promise to never forget you, but you know I will, Children!

  • “Time is Not Money, Time is the Absence of Money.”

Willem Dafoe in the film “Faraway, So Close!” said that.

So Live Timelessly, kids. I’m counting on you.

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“Song of Childhood” by Peter Handke (From The Film “Wings of Desire”, dir. Wim Wenders, 1987)

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.


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The Hare – “On Interactivity” (or, “How to Earn your Servitude”)

Evening, my bright, young (?) candy-apples.

Just a few things to sweep your way regarding housekeeping issues. I want to draw further attention, away from the troublesome goat in the corner, to a feature of this site which is really quite something indeed, and that something, happily, is not a goat.

Warne’s Standard Extra-General Miscellanydefines a “web-log” as a highly interactive precision tool; a roundish instrument fashioned in gold, which large groups of people can simultaneously use to defeat any fast-approaching Irishmen.

The moral of the story is this:



Any style accepted, some more begrudgingly than others but, hey, you don’t know until you swing a cat.

This most blank of canvases should excite you. If not, you’re a corpse, and I don’t publish corpses,  nomatter how “At Risk of Exclusion” they are. Any subject, any tone, funny is good; we will give priority, without a pinchof shame, to anyone called Peter, or any writer/artist/musician/whatever who regards hares, rabbits, cats or owls (perhaps turtles, or other creatures) as one of their key Thematic Concerns. Any “Slave”…sorry…”contributor” will of course earn a guest writers credit, and the recognition you so desperately want yet don’t really need. Remember this, gold can turn to shit.

any medium, style, Hares or other creatures preffered…or any such lunacy. That is all, my dears.

 We reserve the right to giggle and point, or turn you out into the eternal winter of your disappointment. We are quite nice most of the time, though.  Everybody gets a pencil [note; this is a lie.]

Now, to redeem this post from the status of “filler” (there have been, i fear,  a few such posts lately)… let’s watch a movie. First a little fact; films are better than Opera, Chess, and Polo combined; if you take it upon yourself to do all that at once, you will just become confused.

This clip is a tribute to the film Princess Mononoke (1997, Dir. Hayao Miyazaki) which Peter re-edited and put music many ‘yons ago on crappy technology. Talk about killing a god.

Look! See!