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Losing Poetry

I should call this entry by a different title. I’ve never had poetry. Not in the way we normally think about poetry: beautiful language arranged in careful patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables conveying a moment or an image. You can spend hours digging through Poetryfoundation.org and travel down the rabbit hole of Hendecasyllabic metrical… Continue reading Losing Poetry

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At The Star Wars… Dive Bar?

More Star Wars neepery, so beware. Saw something on Facebook trying to describe TLJ and TRoS as an extended metaphor. Imagine you're in a nasty dive bar. You've got one friend who's says he loves the place and the bikers, but is going around to all of the bikers there and gleefully pointing out, in… Continue reading At The Star Wars… Dive Bar?

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Memento Mori – Paul Darrow, Tanith Lee, and “Sarcophagus”

Actor Paul Darrow passed away this week after a brief illness, and the world is the lesser for it. You can check out any number of memorials, especially about his work on Blake’s 7, but for me, he had another honor. He is, as far as I know, one of two actors cast by my… Continue reading Memento Mori – Paul Darrow, Tanith Lee, and “Sarcophagus”

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This Was Not the Corporate Dystopia I Was Promised

The other title for this post is "We Need The Punk In Cyberpunk Now." Recent events has me thinking on a big influence on my formative years: the literature and the aesthetic of cyberpunk. While many grew up with images of the space age, with (white, western) humanity cementing its manifest destiny among the stars,… Continue reading This Was Not the Corporate Dystopia I Was Promised

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Pandora Sands, or the Dream Author

I still remember standing in the doorway of the bookstore. Blue carpet stretched out under my feet. Above me, the sandy stone archways of the former cathedral now supported chandeliers and signs and at least one wooden ship with brass fittings and a golden sails.  Ten foot tall bookshelves made from old oak mingled with… Continue reading Pandora Sands, or the Dream Author