What fact makes a principle true? Quid Facti. That is the question.

By Richard Mather I am nothing and you are nothing. but the relation between us isn’t nothing. Infinitesimally small differences...

By Richard Mather The beginning is at nought: an arid place of aerated concrete. A tower goes to ruin, down, falling down, it falls, it...

By Richard Mather Said the professor — I am in a vortex, a maelstrom, below the eye’s surface, standing on the abyssal plain, the...

By Richard Mather Strange to think I am the universe and everything in it too. I call out. No voice returns other than my echo. So...

By Richard Mather Our DNA a polymer implant from our worldly creator, Blake’s Urizen. Backbone sidechain nitrogen phosphate And a plastic...

By Richard Mather Tool-use If the hammer is a symbol Of the power of the hand, The hand is the product Of the need for a hammer. Horizon...

By Richard Mather There is no place for me to exist, Always on the edge. Like you I am an extensionless point At the limit of a world I...

By Richard Mather What is the matter? It is a base question. It is the not-one, without limit, infinite. From it finite things are...

By Richard Mather “Her husband is a grey shadow flat and cringing, cowering like a frightened schoolboy beneath the blackboard.” “Well,...

By Richard Mather Lord Ardenforde opens a jewellery box to reveal a platinum brooch, rhodium watch, immortal diamond choker; and on the...

By Richard Mather We see the visible world as somehow inevitable, with all its ratios of movement & rest, its manifold shapes & ecstatic...

"The temple curtain made of some heavy purple fabric, with its curious pleats ..."

By Richard Mather What is amazing is not that my corpse was contracted and compressed into the earth’s dark matter (while my grave went...

By Richard Mather It was at this point I stopped dreaming and looked at the sky and saw what seemed to me a mirage reflecting upon itself...

By Richard Mather It is hard to get traction on a world that is constantly becoming something other than itself: not merely the loss and...

By Richard Mather When we were there in the crooked hell of that scarlet and black room, the world was a useless idol broken and beyond...

By Richard Mather Putting aside the extensive facthood of properties and things distributed in space, one has to wonder whether...

By Richard Mather “Our holiday has been turned into a day of mourning” -- Chaim A. Kaplan By lamp and by oil, we hunger the hours as the...

By Richard Mather Embosomed in stillful bliss no longer, My soul moves, and by degrees makes finite The substances of creation That...