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Senior couple hiking Mount Augustus near Gascoyne Junction found dead by walkers

Senior couple hiking Mount Augustus near Gascoyne Junction found dead by walkers

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A senior couple have died while hiking up Mount Augustus near Gascoyne Junction.

Walkers made the sad discovery this morning, when they came across the body of a man in his 70s while hiking to the peak’s summit.

The man’s body was discovered about a 45-minute walk from the parking area, about 7.30am.

After police were called, it was established that the man had been travelling up the…

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[philosophenstreik]

gascoyne

roman von stanley crawford

erschienen bei louisoder

2018

isbn: 978-3-944153-50-6

(von tobias bruns)

gascoyne ist der protagonist dieses romans, der zu gefühlten 99 prozent auf der straße stattfindet... es wird nie ganz klar, was gascoyne eigentlich macht, aber er macht es per telefon aus seinem alten wagen heraus, mit dem er unentwegt unterwegs ist (dass es in den 1950er jahren tatsächlich schon autotelefone gab,...). er scheint von hier nicht nur sein eigenes imperium zu regieren, sondern seinen einfluss über die ganze stadt geltend zu machen, mit für ihn reservierten parkplätzen an allen ecken und enden... rufus roughah, und das scheint niemanden traurig zu machen “hat gerade einen schuss zwischen die augen bekommen”. gascoyne bekommt am tatort mit, dass der polizeichef ohne weitere untersuchungen das ganze unter selbstmord abhakt, was für ihn nicht verständlich ist und für die witwe sehr unpraktisch, da sie bei selbstmord keine lebensversicherung kassieren kann. von ihr bekommt gascoyne nun den auftrag den mord zu beweisen (er ist scheinbar auch detektiv...), doch immer mehr seltsame dinge geschehen - angefangen von verschiedenen porsche, die ihn plötzlich verfolgen. dem souverän die stadt managenden gascoyne scheint nun alles aus den händen zu gleiten, sein einfluss scheint zu schwinden, während der polizeichef sich immer mehr herausnimmt - eine situation, mit der gascoyne noch nicht umzugehen weiss...

es ist ein verrückter roman mit ungewöhnlichen wendemanövern nicht nur auf den strassen von gascoynes stadt... der krimi - wenn man ihn denn in diese kategorie tatsächlich einordnen könnte -  wurde bereits 1966 von crawford verfasst und nun ins deutsche übertragen. es ist ein skurriler roman, auch ganz abgesehen vom protagonisten, dessen beruf zwischen legalität und illegalität zu schweben scheint, doch ist es ein imperium, was sich absolut nicht im lebensstil von gascoyne widerspiegelt. absurditäten wie eine tintenfischtentakel im ohr, die man sich in irgendwelchen unbenannten kriegen geholt hat, biologische kriegsführung mit riesenregenwürmern, die man im feindesland aussetzt.. und nicht nur riesenregenwürmer, sondern eine menge anderer riesentiere der nahrungskette dazu. und das alles wozu? “zur abschreckung”. ein absurd-skurriler road-trip, der gleichzeitig eine verlogenene, vorurteilsbeladene konsumgesellschaft porträtiert.

[sistridargento]

The Cage

In the waking night The forests have stopped growing The shells are listening The shadows in the pools turn grey The pearls dissolve in the shadow And I return to you Your face is marked upon the clockface, My hands are beneath your hair And if the time you mark sets free the birds And if they fly away towards the forest The hour will no longer be ours Ours is the ornate birdcage The brimming cup of water The preface to the book And all the clocks are ticking All the dark rooms are moving All the air's nerves are bare. Once flown The feathered hour will not return And I shall have gone away.

David Gascoyne

[sistridargento]

And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis

white curtains of infinite fatigue dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis white curtains of tortured destinies inheriting the calamities of the plagues of the desert encourage the waistlines of women to expand and the eyes of men to enlarge like pocket-cameras teach children to sin at the age of five to cut out the eyes of their sisters with nail-scissors to run into the streets and offer themselves to unfrocked priests teach insects to invade the deathbeds of rich spinsters and to engrave the foreheads of their footmen with purple signs for the year is open the year is complete the year is full of unforeseen happenings and the time of earthquakes is at hand today is the day when the streets are full of hearses and when women cover their ring fingers with pieces of silk when the doors fall off their hinges in ruined cathedrals when hosts of white birds fly across the ocean from america and make their nests in the trees of public gardens the pavements of cities are covered with needles the reservoirs are full of human hair fumes of sulphur envelop the houses of ill-fame out of which bloodred lilies appear. - across the square where crowds are dying in thousands a man is walking a tightrope covered with moths there is an explosion of geraniums in the ballroom of the hotel there is an extremely unpleasant odour of decaying meat arising from the depetalled flower growing out of her ear her arms are like pieces of sandpaper or wings of leprous birds in taxis and when she sings her hair stands on end and lights itself with a million little lamps like glowworms you must always write the last two letters of her christian name upside down with a blue pencil she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses she was writing a letter to the president of france - the edges of leaves must be examined through microscopes in order to see the stains made by dying flies at the other end of the tube is a woman bathing her husband and a box of newspapers covered with handwriting when an angel writes the word TOBACCO across the sky the sea becomes covered with patches of dandruff the trunks of trees burst open to release streams of milk little girls stick photographs of genitals to the windows of their homes prayerbooks in churches open themselves at the death service and virgins cover their parents' beds with tealeaves there is an extraordinary epidemic of tuberculosis in yorkshire where medical dictionaries are banned from the public libraries and salt turns a pale violet colour every day at seven o'clock when the hearts of troubadours unfold like soaked mattresses when the leaven of the gruesome slum-visitors and the wings of private airplanes look like shoeleather shoeleather on which pentagrams have been drawn shoeleather covered with vomitings of hedgehogs shoeleather used for decorating wedding-cakes and the gums of queens like glass marbles queens whose wrists are chained to the walls of houses and whose fingernails are covered with little drawings of flowers we rejoice to receive the blessing of criminals and we illuminate the roofs of convents when they are hung we look through a telescope on which the lord's prayer has been written and we see an old woman making a scarecrow on a mountain near a village in the middle of spain we see an elephant killing a stag-beetle by letting hot tears fall onto the small of its back we see a large cocoa-tin full of shapeless lumps of wax there is a horrible dentist walking out of a ship's funnel and leaving behind him footsteps which make noises on account of his accent he was discharged from the sanatorium and sent to examine the methods of cannibals so that wreaths of passion-flowers were floating in the darkness giving terrible illnesses to the possessors of pistols so that large quantities of rats disguised as pigeons were sold to various customers from neighbouring towns who were adepts at painting gothic letters on screens and at tying up parcels with pieces of grass we told them to cut off the buttons on their trousers but they swore in our faces and took off their shoes whereupon the whole place was stifled with vast clouds of smoke and with theatres and eggshells and droppings of eagles and the drums of the hospitals were broken like glass and glass were the faces in the last looking-glass.

David Gascoyne

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David Gascoyne, A Short Survey of Surrealism

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