A Pen should never be Green

I was feeling a sense of impeding doom a few hours ago, coupled with perhaps the barest tinge of nostalgic affection for the “Good Ol’ Days” of the early youth. Lounging with Lord of the Rings or Watership Down fresh in the mind, on a sunny, windy morning in some date in December.
So I picked [...]

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Saga of Seven Suns

Warning to impending readers of Horizon Storms: Here be Dragons. Avert thy eyes.
The Saga of Seven Suns continues with Horizon Storms, an Aspect (TM) Paperback.
This post does not contain a synopsis. Please feel free to write your own.
Well, Horizon Storms was a mere continuance in Kevin J Anderson’s style and plot development. Roamers are marginalized. [...]

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Learning to Learn?

Verisimilitude. The appearance of being real.
The June holidays lack verisimilitude. They are like a passing dream forgotten upon waking. Adaptation, otherwise, is an attributing factor to this twisting of experience in the sun-basked realm of life.
The past is always a dream, maybe. Especially when you never experienced it. Intellectually, I know that events have shaken [...]

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Riflessione

Just read Michael Yue’s entry. I must say I find it difficult to believe that one can glean anything of introspective interest from this blogs last few entries.
I feel I’m getting more incoherent in my effort to make the blog more of interest to people. This is not an “oh-let’s-see-what-I-did-today” blog. Rather its a “hmm-I-seem-to-have-a-muse-or-something-to-write” [...]

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Random Thought

I was rereading Asimov. In fact, I’m still rereading Asimov.
And I feel that Asimov wasn’t a bad writer, as critics are wont to portray him as. Not exactly…bad, in the sense of the word, but, uninspiring. He was a great thinker, they say, full of fresh ideas and resonance. He wrote like a stenographer, recording [...]

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From the Ashes

“The Republic has ever endured. For more than twenty thousand years it has brought civilization to the galaxy, ever in league with the Jedi Order. It has withstood every trial, every tribulation; from the Great Jedi Schism, the Great Hyperspace War, the machinations of Exar Kun, to the Mandalorians; and it will withstand [...]

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Another Brief Rant

Why do Sith have British accents all the time? And why is Sion Scottish?
Such questions are the stuff of temporal meaning. The significance of the mole on the right cheek as compared to a stray hair on the underside of your chin.
Fish. Dolphins. It’s the dolphins. Dolphins are not fish. It’s a conspiracy. A conspiracy, [...]

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Temporal Resonance Detected

I swear, there’s something fishy going on here.
I mean, to those who’ve felt their time percolate away from them like a squirming live eel, there is definitely something going on. One week. Left.
In the refulgent coruscation of scintillating glory that permeates across the distant gulfs of the empty cosmos, the stuff and meaning of life [...]

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A Brief Rant

Ugh.
David Brin irritates the stuffing out of me. Writing treatises on the “anti-civilization” nature of Star Wars, ruining Asimov’s work with his inconsistent capper of that terrible “Second Foundation Trilogy”, and being enthusiastic about, of all things, the gradual artificial evolution of human beings into specialized biological constructs with four limbs with opposable thumbs. Like [...]

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Cherie

It was evening. Anywhere else, it would have been a good evening.
In the centre of a town, shabbily clustered around a group of factories that belched forth inky smoke towards the heavens, an old man walked with a heavy rucksack thrown tiredly on his aching back. His face and clothes were stained with tarlike dirt [...]

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Batman Begins

And so it begins. A little discrepancy in the chronology, as compared to the progression of the real timelines of filmography. Batman Begins. I have no idea how anyone won’t like this latest instalment in the Batman franchise. I mean, it’s the optimal movie cocktail; with all the low-grade booze shoved roughly to one side [...]

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The Cycle of Rage

Night over the city.
As the last of the sun’s scintillating rays were smothered by cloud and dusk the lights of the bustling downtown flared bright in answer, as if defiant to the coming of darkness. The hustle of habitation continued even as the sky darkened to a dull indigo. Night fell, and it seemed that [...]

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Dissection of Epic Fantasy

Epic. That’s the word for writers today.
Ever since Fellowship of the Ring burst out (albeit unassumingly) on bookstore shelves have a century ago, the genre of epic fantasy has been revolutionized. No longer are tales of elves and goblins confined to the parables told at the bedside. Instead, modern, adult fantasy (please, don’t get any [...]

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The Confines of the Mundane

The sky, the celestial ceiling, so deceivingly impenetrable, is dead. Dead, for how else can Everyman describe the blinding, pseudopungent colour of a dead fish’s belly (and thus the words In the Belly of the Carp ring), slathered like melted mayonnaise on heaven? Complete with the grey mouldy growths of insubstantial clouds, wandering their aimless, [...]

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Defining the Matrix

So far this “blog” has been a hodgepodge of disparate entries, ranging from normal posts to short descriptive essays. I recently realized, much to my chagrin, that the content really has little to do with infinite dreams or some plain/savannah where one may hallucinate at his or her leisure(though these things do exist in burning [...]

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Urban Decay

The sky was not characteristically dark, tortured or roiling with the distant anger of erstwhile gods. A cool, rejuvenating wind blew from the east, a voiceless throwback to better times. Midmorning shone with soft golden light upon the streets. In the silence of the day, an invisible morass stalked the city.
Missing were the everyday noises [...]

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The Distant Mountains

She lay there on the soft grass, as the world moved in cathartic slowness around her. Experience focused into a narrow cone of awareness, channeling a sense of peaceful solitude into her perceptions. Around this lush mound towering claws of the earth jutted out of the ground, so sheer, so tall, that their very summits [...]

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A Shell of Art

Recently the remarks of a certain author have greatly bothered me. Though the can be little doubt that his works are emotive and meaningful, and that they have had an effect on many, the plastic, sneering tone of superiority and casual slamming that he infused into these remarks are disturbing and undermine the content of [...]

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Enamoured

Billowing rain washed the grey plaza. Watercolour shading, fading away into the washed-out hues of an autumn evening. The sky, painted grey-on-white, as liquid torrents poured forth from the heavenly chalice.
A red umbrella, jarring as the explorer in the cloying mist, announced its presence with a silent proclamation of its uniqueness. Red, for passion. Red, [...]

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A Minor Tale

The Executor is silent as it slides through the fringes of the Hoth system. Not to say that a well-placed observer, situated a mere few metres from the hull of the enormous black vessel, would actually hear anything out of the ordinary, or for that matter, anything at all, except the irritated gruntings of the [...]

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