Michael Palmer vs. Michael Palmer: The Mash-Up

In the tradition of Godzilla vs. Mothra…

…I give you Michael Palmer vs. Michael Palmer!


[Michael Palmer (born May 11, 1943, New York, NY) is a contemporary American poet and translator.]

[Michael Palmer, M.D. (born October 9, 1942, Springfield, Mass.) is the author of fifteen novels, often called medical thrillers.]

[from Publisher's Weekly:
Hieratic, hypnotic, at times apocalyptic, Palmer's 10th volume (his first since 2001) offers more of the serious pleasures and delvings that have won him admiration over 30 years.]

[from Publisher's Weekly:
Palmer's 10th medical thriller rides on his usual wave of unrelenting adrenaline, and will make readers think twice the next time they're due for a routine vaccination.]

Now, without further adieu, the first page of Company of Moths re-mixed and mingled with the first page of Fatal:

IT HAD STARTED WITH A SORE THROAT. Nattie was really sick and Nadine had the discomfort of forgetting whether the hierophant had bathed the antibiotics in invisible water or artificial light. She knew the cold had gotten progressively worse. The pounding headache and the talking mosaic told her so — that her scratchy throat would project a diffuse song beneath the elements, as snow going down in the season of fire. After the first treatment, she remembered when the exact moment, despite its dailiness, was scented in fire.

In the abandoned clinic, doctors were consuming green beans, chicken nuggets, and Hashish Pudding for dessert. Across the raised glass counter, fragments of dioramas suddenly lined up in unison, swelling the sphinx-like eddies of Night. From the thresholds of the hospital — The Passage was beginning to remember the season of nothing, the tales from before her fiery pain was writ with nothing more than long oaks and the oils of thought.

There, the ship sweats in the rain while time divides its name in half…

Now we go toward The Moth.

Above the glass cedars, The Moth was seen as a shining wax sail enfolding in flames. The red winds were beginning to cough the iron ornaments of morning.

And the moon did not appear that night to scatter these sick heads from our bodies.

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4 thoughts on “Michael Palmer vs. Michael Palmer: The Mash-Up

  1. That’s way too funny, Greg. I haven’t thought of the name “Robert Palmer” in more than a decade. But now that you bring it up, surely Laura Palmer deserves inclusion…

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