April 24th, 2005

Shaw

fun with polymorphous perversity

I did 2,020 words yesterday, starting and finishing another of the vignettes for Frog Toes and Tentacles. So, it was a good day, in that respect. I hope to write another today. This is going to be a curious little book...

It's so cold out (48F, 40F with windchill) that my breath fogged when Spooky and I took our morning walk a little while ago. This sudden reversion to late February is something I could have frelling done without. Things will be better tomorrow, and I'll simply stay inside for the rest of today.

Subterranean Press is now accepting preorders for To Charles Fort, With Love. A number of people have asked in the last few days.

Oh, and I should mention that the second round of Spooky's CD auctions ends this afternoon. Check it out. She says thank you.

This has become a post of brief paragraphs.

Continuing in that vein, the new chapter of Setsuled's Adventures of Boschen and Nesuko is now online.

I'm holding out this desperate shred of hope that the final Star Wars film may not be the drenfest we got with The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones. Yesterday, I read the articles on George Lucas in the new issue of Wired, in which we are told that, after Revenge of the Sith, Lucas intends to step away from big-budget flicks and make, instead, "highly abstract, esoteric" films. I think we can all be excused if we feel a mild twinge of skepticism at this point. In "Life After Darth," Walter Murch (who worked with Lucas on THX 1138 and American Graffiti), says of the last two Star Wars installments, "For me, those films pummel you into submission. You say, OK, OK, there are 20,000 robots walking across the field. If you told me a 14-year-old had done them on his home computer, I would get very excited, but if you tell me it's George Lucas — with all the resources available to him — I know it's amazing, but I don't feel it's amazing. I think if George were here and we could wrestle him to the carpet, he'd say, 'Yeah, I've gotten into that box, and now I want to get out of that box.'" But does he really? Speaking of the economics of blockbusterdom, Lucas says, "There's just an ecology there. If you're a mouse, don't expect to kill a lion, because it ain't gonna happen. If you want to have that kind of power, it's better to be a lion, because the mice are fine — you can have a life and everything — but the lions are the ones out there prowling and scaring the hell out of everybody." I'm sorry, but this does not sound, to me, like a man who is ready to settle down and make art films that are, to use Lucas' parlance, "way out there." It sounds, rather, like the same celluloid Napoleon who gave us Ewok Pez dispensers and Jar-Jar Binks.

Okay. Time to get my kink on...
  • Current Music
    VNV Nation, "Further"
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Arena

Currently my favorite track off Matter and Form:

Before me plays the endless film
Relentless splinters I recall
Each living thing breathes life
Only sentiment remains
To liquid born, from patterns formed
The sand descends with blind intent
Where the river takes me will in time be revealed

I cannot turn my feelings down
Beyond my means to turn my thoughts around
Expressed in every word I'll ever speak
Brighter than all the stars combined
More than the waters, earth and sky
All that I wish and all that I dream

Above the waves with my hands raised
Dare the wind lay claim to me
Knowing somehow none could take me
Watching the sun come up in vain
The only reason I can find why I remained
The need to leave the point I came to again and again

It didn't matter how hard I tried
It took so long to claim that I knew how
Or what it meant to let go of this
To ever say goodbye
Call it destiny, call it fate
Chose my direction: running forward
Each life to learn anew, whatever, whatever may come

And I cannot turn my feelings down
Beyond my means to turn my thoughts around
Expressed in every word I'll ever speak
Brighter than all the stars combined
More than the waters, earth and sky
All that I wish and all that I dream
No creed on earth can replace or provide
In my darkest hour, the comfort I'd feel
Leading me to see I can be more than I expect of me
My beginning and my end
The first and last air that I breathe
More than the sum of everything that I will ever be
  • Current Music
    VNV Nation, "Arena"