Trying to write some more, possibly extending my short story, Ascension Ceres. It’s my first short story. A number of concerning things worldwide could be a starting point.
Category: Fiction
Excerpt #1
The powers that be in the Corps thought that the Ceres mineral may have potential for an Alcubierre drive that could let man expand to the stars. Corps miners had extracted some and found negative energy density (a mass lower than that of the vacuum, negative mass)–a type of exotic matter never before found. Now a folded manifold of space-time around the ship could, theoretically, bring two points together. The ship jumps from the first point to the second, faster than light.
Tire Tired
What is your report?
Tell me something faithful.
Politi-bored,
I go outside, but
The sun does not reach in.
The sentinel,
I cannot leave.
I have traveled,
The ruins of civilizations.
But the ruins are here.
Whether inside or out–
I sit outside,
My mind tanned.
Insight and adulthood
My grandmother told me a funny anecdote. One day I pointed to her belly and said “Grandma, you’re fat.” She then made an effort to lose weight.
As you know, children can have peculiar insight and speak the truth they know. They are both perceptive and imaginative. We see in part and a child’s view can be illuminating. But children ask questions we may forget to ask. It’s not epiphany, but something residing inside the young that pierces the fog of adulthood with freshness and undeterred vision.
However, childhood also used to be the road to adulthood. Today’s childhood is a created state. It’s not a recent one, but instead of poetry and classics, we have created the other worlds of Star Wars, Harry Potter, Star Trek, Disney, all the way back to the fairy tales. That Disney was brilliant is just a statement of his realization that childhood was ripe for his creations and seizing that opportunity. However, these worlds do attempt to have moral teachings.
Things like child workers in the West were things best left behind and we are best left trying to train them up through better fiction. I don’t think we can fully return to the denser stories of yesterday, i.e. Milton’s Paradise Lost is too dense for children’s minds. Maybe the quality of school curriculum is too far gone.
I’m not pessimistic, but toy stores don’t give the appearance of teaching children valuable stories, i.e. only an unsettled identity. Archetypes should teach knowing the good and not just “knowing yourself,” which today means escapism focused on dissolution of self.
Shouldn’t the old moral be in fiction now imparted to our children?
Developing…
Push Pull
Through a glass darkly, I see creation’s start. Music of the spheres overdone. Dark matter is not absorbed, but reflects, then emits.
The dark will push, the Earth pulls. Continue reading “Push Pull”
Physical abundance v information abundance
Remembering the old work by Negroponte, bits versus atoms. In the digital economy we learn, organize, and tell stories that are ephemeral.
Electrons versus photons is a close thing to atoms versus bits. It seems that the abundance economy is not physical, but light you’re looking at right here. A simple handshake can move mountains, e.g. a digital transaction with physical tether.
Every object contains its corresponding bits, like an atom with its ghost.
Entropify
The minimum size of your data compressed.
At this speed, there are no errors.
Your information skirts the edge of a black place
Gone dark.
None is lost. It defies further compression.
I call brand new things. Holy things.
Perfect orbit, perfect wobble,
Information into a sketch.
(updating…)
Holosphere
Let the oracle speak…
Oh predictive text,
Understood before I utter you,
Delphic phrases speak out AI,
Chanting to me with the burned-out mouth,
Face then gone.
Desert of rainbow spray,
Water dissolves.
Concealment
The world of concealment, dark figures, breathing deep. One dimensional creatures slip out into two dimensions briefly, ever so briefly. Into three dimensions. Eternal destiny is three to two to one dimensions, out of sight. They still hide in shade.
Imagination can make the creatures slip into three.
We are no mere mortals, but “gods.”
Every argument is eternal. We don’t think what each means. Words take flight and move mountains.
(working…)
Extant
On my trip to Rome, I encountered ruins that offer escape. Back to the emanations of strength and high culture deteriorating. Marble remembrances, rocks you never thought could die. How did things so majestic become dust?
How did centuries pass so quickly, yet rock rot?
The great Colosseum, its floors and walls dead.
There is no memory of its builders. Those men who designed it are not even in history.
The things we hold great become dust. The positions we value, the accomplishments, beneficent action. Laurels are made of fragile leaves.
Rain
Little parka, water on eyelashes, rotted wood fence, dappled leaves.
The smell of rain on concrete. Captured scents. I feel it.
I saw Apollo cross the sky
Brilliant light, golden hair.
Across the firmament,
His chariot ripped.
Time slowed down,
Heaven surround.
He carried the star round the flame.
His lance shone its light.
Like pure silver,
The confluence of the rivers,
On his feet touched by divine.
He has fire.