Arguably the Mars colonisation opus by Kim Stanley Robinson is the greatest trio ever written. As a devoted consumer of meaty science fiction I became completely immersed in this world. Now its coming to the screen.(January 2017) Yahooo! Cant wait.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Mars:Game of Thrones Treatment
Arguably the Mars colonisation opus by Kim Stanley Robinson is the greatest trio ever written. As a devoted consumer of meaty science fiction I became completely immersed in this world. Now its coming to the screen.(January 2017) Yahooo! Cant wait.
The News is Fake
Everthing is fake, reality is what humans make it. Therefore our greatest dreams could be realized if only we thought properly.
Monday, March 28, 2016
Fragrant Recall
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I lay my pulse
on the soft swell
of your belly.
Your taste drips from my tongue.
I watch your spine
bend like the horizon.
Orchid lips open
petal sweet in pink flush.
I rise upon your heady fragrance.
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Sunday, March 27, 2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
My Little Gaia
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| I googled expecting planet pictures and this is what I got so I went with it |
my little girl
is six feet tall
she could sweep
you so hard
into a hospital
you would fall
she loves me
and hates me
because I am
so tall
We fit together like
Lego
but not like
plastic
people age
from different
bricks
mind games
know no centre
there is no
steam available
for download
we write our
own program
daily
and its a pleasure
to observe
long before
the tomahawk reactor
was ever conceived
we sparked nuclear fission
in a celestial laboratory
creating a reality distortion field
that Steve Jobs
would love to emulate
every moment with her
is a millinium in the human
memory
looks like my time
will last at least
a billion years
with her in
my life
Human animals
are consuming the planet
my nihilism is to
enjoy the meal
the sustenance
the connection
that makes
all the destruction
meaningless
in my life
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
Guernica
“The monumentality of Michelangelo and the High Renaissance cannot exist in our age, for ours is one of disillusionment, despair, and destruction. Guernica is a monument to destruction – a cry of outrage and horror amplified by the spirit of genius. Not only Gernika, but Spain; not only Spain, but Europe, is symbolized in this allegory. It is the modern Calvary, the agony in the bomb-shattered ruins of human tenderness and frailty. It is a religious picture, painted, not with the same kind, but with the same degree of fervour that inspired Grunewald and the master of the Avignon Pietá, Van Eyck, and Bellini. It is not sufficient to compare the Picasso of this painting with the Goya of the “Desastres”. Goya, too, was a great artist, and a great humanist; but his reactions were individualistic – his instruments irony, satire, ridicule. Picasso is more universal. His symbols are banal, like the symbols of Homer, Dante, Cervantes. For it is only when the widest commonplace is infused with the intensest passion that a great work of art, transcending all schools and categories, is born; and being born, lives immortally."
Herbert Read
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Into Perpetuity (Re-Write)
it's the same old drama
it's the same old scene
but the nightmare won't stop
no matter how hard we scream
July 1st, 1916.
in a matter of minutes, 20,000 British soldiers were killed with a further 40,000 wounded.
This was one day's battle that would ultimately slaughter 500,000 British and an equal number of germans.
A grand total of 37, 508, 686 died during world war one.
in the muds of Europe
or some distant plain
man kills man
again and again
February 13th and 14th, 1945, somewhere in the region of between 30,000 and 130,000
innocent civilians were massacred when the British bombed the city of Dresden. There was a grand total of 55,014,000 casualties during world war two.
and even in dreams, the same
hideous scenes keep flashing
across our global screens
Then there was Afghanistan. And then there was Iraq.
And next?
Iran?
Korea?
Now Syria.
...with an alarming regularity, the brutal nature of man surfaces with a violence that is both random and terrifying and ultimately evil. how can any priest, cleric or holy man explain away this utter and total blasphemy?
No US
No THEM
JUST US
one life.
one heart.
one kind.
one world.
STOP WAR NOW
it's the same old scene
but the nightmare won't stop
no matter how hard we scream
July 1st, 1916.
in a matter of minutes, 20,000 British soldiers were killed with a further 40,000 wounded.
This was one day's battle that would ultimately slaughter 500,000 British and an equal number of germans.
A grand total of 37, 508, 686 died during world war one.
in the muds of Europe
or some distant plain
man kills man
again and again
February 13th and 14th, 1945, somewhere in the region of between 30,000 and 130,000
innocent civilians were massacred when the British bombed the city of Dresden. There was a grand total of 55,014,000 casualties during world war two.
and even in dreams, the same
hideous scenes keep flashing
across our global screens
Then there was Afghanistan. And then there was Iraq.
And next?
Iran?
Korea?
We are capable of composing music to make angels weep, of writing plays to make audiences laugh, poetry to steal the breath from your lungs and still man's madness continues.....
Now Syria.
...with an alarming regularity, the brutal nature of man surfaces with a violence that is both random and terrifying and ultimately evil. how can any priest, cleric or holy man explain away this utter and total blasphemy?
No US
No THEM
JUST US
one life.
one heart.
one kind.
one world.
STOP WAR NOW
Artful Youth
This is the slate roof,
Me beneath its flat depression.
I sigh into silent relapse
My mind on tilt.
Here is the corner exit,
The world lies adrift in terror.
The world lies adrift in terror.
See all the people.
There's the church, there's the steeple
Groans heave them blighted
Like shivering rabbits all.
Watch that pendulum fall,
Watch the Trumpeter trump as all.
Confound the tight circle,
Rigid in its claustrophobia,
A dispatch from the high house
High on High Hill.
High on High Hill.
Like Maud and Mable,
Drones to the killer Queen,
The truth takes a nasty turn
As it comes out perverted.
The truth takes a nasty turn
As it comes out perverted.
I spit on the greasy palm
Cool fingered, steel fingers
That binds no promise for it's
That binds no promise for it's
Deaf to reason, blind to treason
Like stillborn babies
Each rivals to the other,
Twins in comic combat,
We are that awful truth.
Who is the artful youth?
Where is the artful youth?
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
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