Once upon a time, many cold winters ago, there lived a fnigle eater of Shdadt… Or that, I am reliably informed, is how these stories usually begin. Myself, I can’t say that I fully understand this rather ridiculous tradition. After all, everybody knows there was a fnigle eater of Shdadt because, well… Where would Shdadt Continue Reading
One fine Athenian morning, Socrates, the wisest of men, sat warming his bones in his favourite spot in the old marketplace. Around him sat his students, fiercely arguing in the hope of impressing their teacher. Nothing made Socrates happier than listening to young people debate the issues of the day, so much so, in fact, Continue Reading
Why Dunciad.com?
It’s a cool domain name and it was available. Yes, I know. Available. Crazy, isn’t it?
Really?
Yes. It also helps that it’s also my favourite satire written by Alexander Pope, one of the most metrically pure English poets who also knew his way around a crude insult or two. If you’ve not read it, you should give it a try.
So this is satire, right?
Can’t deny it. There will be some. But it’s also an experiment in writing and drawing, giving work away for free in order to see how many people are willing to support a writer doing his thing. It’s the weird stuff that I wouldn’t get published elsewhere in this word of diminishing demands and cookie-cutter tastes.
