The house was a rambling affair. It had few windows, and such as there were did not open, were unbreakable and admitted no light. Darkness lay everywhere; illumination from an invisible source followed one's entry into a room - the black had to be entered before it faded. Every room was furnished, but with odd pieces that bore little relation to each other, as if there was no purpose for the room. Rooms equipped for purposeless beings have that air about them.

Most of my poetry lies beyond the SF field, yet here I am corralled into 'SF poetry' as part of this poetry weekend. Of course, some might say, 'you've made yo…

The thing was not discussable, even with a near acquaintance like Calvin because : because of the nature of the thing : because one had to behave like a normal…

Digging deep in a Martian desert men discovered an enormous brain. It suddenly started to think at them - So they covered it up again...

Architecture is the art of how to waste space.

Architecture is basically the design of interiors, the art of organizing interior space.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how…