'Batu said it was likely that Charley, both her person and her Chevy, were infested with dog ghosts. These ghosts were different from the zombies. Nonhuman ghosts, he said, were the most difficult of all ghosts to dislodge, and dogs were worst of all. There is nothing as persistent, as loyal, as clingy, as a … Continue reading Dog Ghosts
Category: Dogs
Scrub
Lost from sight where planting and cleared scrubGive on the ride, a plantation to the rightOpposite, unmanaged coppice bolting skywardsBut her bell heard, its tinkling travelled ahead' Free Running Bitch, Andrew Crozier
Gullies
'Do you ever examine the gullies of the English countryside? Under the twigs, under the dead leaves, you'll find tennis balls, blackened. Girls threw them for their dogs, or children, for each other, they rolled into the gully. They are lost there, given up for dead, centuries old.' Harold Pinter, No Man's Land.
Nimrod
'His usual mood was one of indefinite basic sadness. He had the dejected helplessness of an orphan -- an inability to fill the emptiness of life between the sensational events of meals. This was reflected in the aimlessness of his movements, in his irrational fits of melancholia, his sad whimpering and his inability to settle … Continue reading Nimrod
Bones
‘We all walk over bones in this city, it’s just a question of making holes deep enough to reach the buried dead. I have to dig, with a shovel, with my hands, like a dog. Dogs always find bones; they always know where they’re hidden, where they’ve been abandoned, forgotten.’ ‘No Flesh Over Our Bones,’ … Continue reading Bones
The Dog, the Dog
'Anyway, just at that moment, while I was still running around, I heard one of the women say, Jesus, the dog, the dog, and I thought of telepathy, I thought of happiness, and I was afraid that the woman who had spoken, whichever one it was, would go out and look for the dog.' Roberto … Continue reading The Dog, the Dog
The Story of the Dog
'This doesn't mean that the abstract form of my discourse, its rhythm and flow, is determined by the story of the dog.' from Empty Words by Mario Levrero
Dog Dream of the Boss
But do I, really, envy him? At night he must rush home to change into black-tie for the evening’s reception. Work has been busy, but he barely has time to kiss his wife on the cheek. Television is the baleful light that illuminates his children’s faces. Later, there is the meeting of the governing body. … Continue reading Dog Dream of the Boss
Absence Club 