Hi all, my apologies for not letting you know beforehand. I left today for vacation and most likely will not be back until Sunday. I may post some writing that I do on the trip once I get back, but I will not be posting again until then. Thanks everybody for reading and sticking with me!
Tag Archives: sci-fi
Probably 6:45?
Busy, busy, busy. So much to do, so little time. Yanked in every direction by the passing threads and hands of everything and everyone who’d simply like to reach out. Many thoughts and many feelings fly about in my head, rushing one way or another, always making sure their near misses are just close enough to give me a heart attack. I do hope you enjoy the poem today. What a wonderful day it is.
Sinisterium
How the bell tolls
Sounding at the hour
Not to mark the time
But something much more dour
That taste in your mouth
Errant vicissitude
Turn from sweet to sour
Ashes then and ashes now
Ring around the Rosie
And we all fall down
A cacophony of sirens
Binding men in liar’s irons
See there so hidden in the fog
There the pyres, there the pylons
Sinister in their construction
Obscure in their function
Can you hear them shrieking?
Can you hear their desperation?
Mark the date
For your infernal consultation
I set the scene
You play the part
Watch right there
Shadows in the dark
Do You Believe In Magic?
Arthur C. Clarke once said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” We’re on the cusp of an era where people will no longer understand the technologies we have built from the ground up. They are now so complex that were you to ask a child today how a cellphone works, they might simply have no explanation other than that of magic. My generation may be the last to understand technology’s inner workings in any meaningful way, now giving rise to a society that is full of sorcerers rather than scientists. Imagine a world of science fiction. One where we fly on great space arks and control every aspect of reality simply by thinking. No one will know who built these machines or how they operate, just that they continue, always. You will find yourself surrounded by magic and splendor, finding no difference between the former and science any longer. Any notion of us having built these hulking, self-maintenancing, incredible wonders will have disappeared. We may become little more than medieval peasants worshipping great mechanical beasts that do the bidding of those savvy enough to claim their operation, though ignorant to the internal machinations all the same. None of us will live to see this potential future, but we are getting closer.
Transistor
It’s magic.
Don’t you know?
Every little arc and spark
Coursing through the board
Can’t help but find
Inside the mind
A billion little arks
Sailing through the dark
So complex
Are these effects
None of us remember
How it is they render
Those little magic words
Poems by Sam 