Open To Interpretation
Standing Rock
So,
Another rescue
By way of explanation attempt
Failed
Lost in the Sargasso Sea
Like floating plastic packaging adrift
Along with the seaweed swirl
That becalms, traps
Ships and thoughts
Like beer can six pack
Plastic holding rings
Around Sea Turtle's neck.
Easy enough to understand,
Easy enough to rescue,
Easy enough to lose
In a drunken stupor sea,
Forgotten struggles in the lea.
Beauty and the Beast
In so wide an expansive
There's just you and I
In a storied stone tower.
Nailed
Tree wood
Nailed
Connected
Proof against
Shaking earth.
Who'd a thought
The house of sticks
Outlasts
The house of bricks?
DolphinWords
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
OTI:one poem:11/25/16
Open To Interpretation
Beneath The Ruffled Waves
Without Petra nearby
Pet, blind, couldn't see with Petra's eyes
And Pet rested disconsolate
Behind Ishi's village
At the entrance to her cave,
Her chin on the ground
In blindness black.
Petra had been nowhere to be found
After their sudden fall
To the wind ruffled black waves.
Ishi's family worked
Changing the dressings
On Pet's wounded dangling wing.
Petra's crew gathered around
And no one could sing
Blinded too by black sorrow.
"Ichi and Kannon still search
With the long slender craft."
Said Ishmael.
"What from the sky we couldn't find
Maybe from the surface of the sea
They will see.
Some devious thing
In those scrub brushes
Hephaestus made.
They cleaned
But confused
The Black Decks.
And unexpected,
Black Ship Liz
Joined the Argo
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted to her by Medea.
Orpheus now commands the Liz,
Jason the Argo,
Glauce's follows,
Creon commanding.
Set on revenge they are
In pursuit of Medea
And the Golden Fleece.
Medea and the Northern Reach
Are Unaware
Of the approaching Greeks
And their terror.
What do we have?" Ishmael continued,
"Ichi's craft
And Nemo's dented tube.
The Northern Flight has a Queen."
"And you have none?" asked Kannon
Emerging from the Conifer Forest
With Ichi and his crew in tow
Back from the search.
"This is too slow,"
Kannon said to Ishi
Still working on Pet's wing.
"Open your wing!"
Kannon said to Pet.
And Pet spread both wings wide.
"And by my eyes can you see?"
Asked Kannon
"Just so." said Pet.
"Then. let's go
And rouse your sleepy head
Dragon friends!
Meet us at the Harbor
Beneath Volcano Never,
There's Dragon's work to do!"
Said Kannon to the crews.
And leaped up to Petra's saddle
On Pet's neck
And off they flew.
DolphinWords
Beneath The Ruffled Waves
Without Petra nearby
Pet, blind, couldn't see with Petra's eyes
And Pet rested disconsolate
Behind Ishi's village
At the entrance to her cave,
Her chin on the ground
In blindness black.
Petra had been nowhere to be found
After their sudden fall
To the wind ruffled black waves.
Ishi's family worked
Changing the dressings
On Pet's wounded dangling wing.
Petra's crew gathered around
And no one could sing
Blinded too by black sorrow.
"Ichi and Kannon still search
With the long slender craft."
Said Ishmael.
"What from the sky we couldn't find
Maybe from the surface of the sea
They will see.
Some devious thing
In those scrub brushes
Hephaestus made.
They cleaned
But confused
The Black Decks.
And unexpected,
Black Ship Liz
Joined the Argo
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted to her by Medea.
Orpheus now commands the Liz,
Jason the Argo,
Glauce's follows,
Creon commanding.
Set on revenge they are
In pursuit of Medea
And the Golden Fleece.
Medea and the Northern Reach
Are Unaware
Of the approaching Greeks
And their terror.
What do we have?" Ishmael continued,
"Ichi's craft
And Nemo's dented tube.
The Northern Flight has a Queen."
"And you have none?" asked Kannon
Emerging from the Conifer Forest
With Ichi and his crew in tow
Back from the search.
"This is too slow,"
Kannon said to Ishi
Still working on Pet's wing.
"Open your wing!"
Kannon said to Pet.
And Pet spread both wings wide.
"And by my eyes can you see?"
Asked Kannon
"Just so." said Pet.
"Then. let's go
And rouse your sleepy head
Dragon friends!
Meet us at the Harbor
Beneath Volcano Never,
There's Dragon's work to do!"
Said Kannon to the crews.
And leaped up to Petra's saddle
On Pet's neck
And off they flew.
DolphinWords
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
OTI:five poems, notes, two illustrations:11/23/16
Open To Interpretation
Maybe
Well,
Maybe this will work
In Irvine Park,
And else wares alike,
With Maya my dog,
Her leash around my wrist
While I poke at my iphone notepad
Writing the epic.
Sometime she nuzzles my hand to say
"Let's go!"
Pulling letters away from words,
Words away from the "epic".
An Epic
"An epic" said Poe, "laconic."
"Just so, it would it would seem."
Melville said.
"He has book one!" added Twain.
"Eleven more!" said Apollodorus.
"He has oaks of compare with Dodona."
Said Homer. "That park."
"And woodpeckers too to
Tap tap tap." said Cervantes.
"Yes, we'll all be tap tap tapped." said Euripides.
"And poked poked poked." said Poe.
"Would you prefer briefer conjurings?" asked Dante.
"Yes, it is always the thought
To just string him along..." said Melville.
"Just to be here." said Dante.
"My Dulcinea for that.!" said Cervantes
"Lenore." said Poe.
"Beatrice." said Dante.
"Enough," said Emily, "leave him be..."
A Sharp Turn
Petra guided Pet with her legs
To make Pet make a sharp turn.
Chorus
Oh, Maya has stolen the hot dog package!
His poking distracted!
And goes for his hand when he goes for the empty package!
And Maya growls!
This may not be so bad...
Enough...
Just so.
A Sudden Fall
Like wild dogs' reach,
The harpoons flung from the Black Ships
Ripped Pet's left wing,
And downward with Petra
Pet spun into the Black Sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: Maya, my dog, has outgrown her old dog carrier, and funds being short, and the summer heat, delayed getting a new one, and then I had notice of a used one for free, and a delay of that delivery (from my niece:), delayed things more. But now I have it, and if fits perfect in Silver, my jeep, where I have taken out the passenger seat, and the back seat, and made a flat floor with some plywood and mats. It's quite nice to have her beside me, and safe away from jumping on me while I drive. And she can still look out and see the passing scenes. First outing was to Irvine Park...curiously while there, we walked together a ways out into the riverbed, away from everyone...just the foothills in the distance...first time in a long time I've been even remotely out and about in 'wilderness'...and realized I have no compulsion anymore to go 'outside', or even dote on wilderness scenery...if there isn't human habitation about, of some sort, it's just too lonely!...this may be a passing curio...a few far flung journeys now with Maya, and I'll have back my adventuring!...anyway, I realized I can do something workaday like while walking her, namely write, poking at the notepad, as noted above...I like that, to be outside and about when writing...thought to do self similar thing with my watercolors, but way to problematic with Maya the wild thing beside...when people ask if they can come close, I tell them Maya is wild...maybe me too...the proof copy of my Creative Space Publishing book, The Black Deck Tales came...it's really neat...and not too many errors of spelling and such, I'm finding...in a day or two, I'll have those, those I can find, fixed, and I'll be able to post it live to amazon like Women Can Do No Wrong...not a single copy of that one has sold, which was expected, and likely BDT will follow suit...but, now, when I go to Orange County Poetry Club gatherings, I'll have a 'text' to read from...always wanted to have a chap book...and there's never been a vanity onus to poets making their own chap books, which now CSP facilitates...I'm okay with it anyway...whole blog now for years is just such...I don't know if I can add eleven more epic chapter books to BDT!...a passing notion...but the plot is thickening...and I think I've morphed the Dodona Homeridae into a Chorus which I'll indicate with the underlining when they are just together chatting...ral...things to keep in mind:
quote
unquote
pics of front and back covers below...all black...of course...
:)
DavidDavid
Maybe
Well,
Maybe this will work
In Irvine Park,
And else wares alike,
With Maya my dog,
Her leash around my wrist
While I poke at my iphone notepad
Writing the epic.
Sometime she nuzzles my hand to say
"Let's go!"
Pulling letters away from words,
Words away from the "epic".
An Epic
"An epic" said Poe, "laconic."
"Just so, it would it would seem."
Melville said.
"He has book one!" added Twain.
"Eleven more!" said Apollodorus.
"He has oaks of compare with Dodona."
Said Homer. "That park."
"And woodpeckers too to
Tap tap tap." said Cervantes.
"Yes, we'll all be tap tap tapped." said Euripides.
"And poked poked poked." said Poe.
"Would you prefer briefer conjurings?" asked Dante.
"Yes, it is always the thought
To just string him along..." said Melville.
"Just to be here." said Dante.
"My Dulcinea for that.!" said Cervantes
"Lenore." said Poe.
"Beatrice." said Dante.
"Enough," said Emily, "leave him be..."
A Sharp Turn
Petra guided Pet with her legs
To make Pet make a sharp turn.
Chorus
Oh, Maya has stolen the hot dog package!
His poking distracted!
And goes for his hand when he goes for the empty package!
And Maya growls!
This may not be so bad...
Enough...
Just so.
A Sudden Fall
Like wild dogs' reach,
The harpoons flung from the Black Ships
Ripped Pet's left wing,
And downward with Petra
Pet spun into the Black Sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: Maya, my dog, has outgrown her old dog carrier, and funds being short, and the summer heat, delayed getting a new one, and then I had notice of a used one for free, and a delay of that delivery (from my niece:), delayed things more. But now I have it, and if fits perfect in Silver, my jeep, where I have taken out the passenger seat, and the back seat, and made a flat floor with some plywood and mats. It's quite nice to have her beside me, and safe away from jumping on me while I drive. And she can still look out and see the passing scenes. First outing was to Irvine Park...curiously while there, we walked together a ways out into the riverbed, away from everyone...just the foothills in the distance...first time in a long time I've been even remotely out and about in 'wilderness'...and realized I have no compulsion anymore to go 'outside', or even dote on wilderness scenery...if there isn't human habitation about, of some sort, it's just too lonely!...this may be a passing curio...a few far flung journeys now with Maya, and I'll have back my adventuring!...anyway, I realized I can do something workaday like while walking her, namely write, poking at the notepad, as noted above...I like that, to be outside and about when writing...thought to do self similar thing with my watercolors, but way to problematic with Maya the wild thing beside...when people ask if they can come close, I tell them Maya is wild...maybe me too...the proof copy of my Creative Space Publishing book, The Black Deck Tales came...it's really neat...and not too many errors of spelling and such, I'm finding...in a day or two, I'll have those, those I can find, fixed, and I'll be able to post it live to amazon like Women Can Do No Wrong...not a single copy of that one has sold, which was expected, and likely BDT will follow suit...but, now, when I go to Orange County Poetry Club gatherings, I'll have a 'text' to read from...always wanted to have a chap book...and there's never been a vanity onus to poets making their own chap books, which now CSP facilitates...I'm okay with it anyway...whole blog now for years is just such...I don't know if I can add eleven more epic chapter books to BDT!...a passing notion...but the plot is thickening...and I think I've morphed the Dodona Homeridae into a Chorus which I'll indicate with the underlining when they are just together chatting...ral...things to keep in mind:
quote
- Praepositio: Opens by stating the theme or cause of the epic. This may take the form of a purpose (as in Milton, who proposed "to justify the ways of God to men"); of a question (as in the Iliad, which Homer initiates by asking a Muse to sing of Achilles' anger); or of a situation (as in the Song of Roland, with Charlemagne in Spain).
- Invocation: Writer invokes a Muse, one of the nine daughters of Zeus. The poet prays to the Muses to provide him with divine inspiration to tell the story of a great hero. (This convention is restricted to cultures influenced by European Classical culture. The Epic of Gilgamesh, for example, or the Bhagavata Purana do not contain this element.)
- In medias res: narrative opens "in the middle of things", with the hero at his lowest point. Usually flashbacks show earlier portions of the story.
- Enumeratio: Catalogues and genealogies are given. These long lists of objects, places, and people place the finite action of the epic within a broader, universal context. Often, the poet is also paying homage to the ancestors of audience members.
- Epithet: Heavy use of repetition or stock phrases: e.g., Homer's "rosy-fingered dawn" and "wine-dark sea".
unquote
pics of front and back covers below...all black...of course...
:)
DavidDavid
Sunday, November 20, 2016
OTI:four poems:11/20/16
Open To Interpretation
Walking Slow
"Begin again again?
Sure, every tale
Starts all over!
Once upon upon a time,
A pirate Queen named Dulcinea..."
"Petra." Black Dragon Pet said.
"Yes, Petra too,
She has many names.
Once upon upon a time,
Petra had a Black Dragon for a pet,
Can you guess the Black Dragon's name?"
"Pet!" said Black Dragon Pet.
"Of course, and Petra and Pet
Lived in the Land of Lost Loves,
The Land of the Lost Peoples,
The Land of No Return,
The home of Lenore,
And do you know the Land's name?"
"Nevermore!" said Pet.
"Just so,
And on the shore of Nevermore
Among the ice flows and ice bergs
Rises a long dormant Volcano
Black and red and brooding
With a perpetual cap of snow
Do you know its name?"
"Never!" Pet roared with pleasure.
Petra paused in her singing,
Seeing Ichi,
Tripping and stumbling
In his hurry running to them.
"A blind man has grace
When walking slow."
Petra said.
"Just so," Ichi said,
"The Black Ships are gone from Harbor!"
"Where too?" said Petra.
"North." said Ichi.
"Pet, we'll go see." said Petra,
Leaping aboard Pet's neck saddle.
"I'll not be slow, hold tight."
Said Pet, rising to the heights
Of Volcano Never.
Antique Show
It is only a desk
And a smallish one.
And you only glimpsed
Its carpenter maker?
Yes.
With small drawers for toys
And marbles and such.
A tower like cabinet in the center
With a glass door
And shelves for display.
On either side at the tower's base,
A shelf on left and right
For displays as well.
The models,
Ships and planes and creatures,
Rested there,
The desk top still has the nicks
From their fashioning.
It's made of pine
And has the dark original varnish.
And is one of a kind.
Volcanos
Volcanos are all called Never
Until everyone's eyes
Tear with ash,
Then they're called Terror.
Sunday Best
Oh,
Love regaled
In different pews.
In one my sins they say
Smell to high heaven.
In yours
It's just my old canvas boots
Odiferous from workaday sweat.
That, and my pits
That make your nose curl.
I'll repent and don
My leather hiking boots
That smell of mink oil
While I walk with you
For a song or two.
That, and I'll get some of
That sticky perfume
For my pits too.
But away from such meetings
I eschew all masks.
I am what I am,
My words what they are.
DolphinWords
Walking Slow
"Begin again again?
Sure, every tale
Starts all over!
Once upon upon a time,
A pirate Queen named Dulcinea..."
"Petra." Black Dragon Pet said.
"Yes, Petra too,
She has many names.
Once upon upon a time,
Petra had a Black Dragon for a pet,
Can you guess the Black Dragon's name?"
"Pet!" said Black Dragon Pet.
"Of course, and Petra and Pet
Lived in the Land of Lost Loves,
The Land of the Lost Peoples,
The Land of No Return,
The home of Lenore,
And do you know the Land's name?"
"Nevermore!" said Pet.
"Just so,
And on the shore of Nevermore
Among the ice flows and ice bergs
Rises a long dormant Volcano
Black and red and brooding
With a perpetual cap of snow
Do you know its name?"
"Never!" Pet roared with pleasure.
Petra paused in her singing,
Seeing Ichi,
Tripping and stumbling
In his hurry running to them.
"A blind man has grace
When walking slow."
Petra said.
"Just so," Ichi said,
"The Black Ships are gone from Harbor!"
"Where too?" said Petra.
"North." said Ichi.
"Pet, we'll go see." said Petra,
Leaping aboard Pet's neck saddle.
"I'll not be slow, hold tight."
Said Pet, rising to the heights
Of Volcano Never.
Antique Show
It is only a desk
And a smallish one.
And you only glimpsed
Its carpenter maker?
Yes.
With small drawers for toys
And marbles and such.
A tower like cabinet in the center
With a glass door
And shelves for display.
On either side at the tower's base,
A shelf on left and right
For displays as well.
The models,
Ships and planes and creatures,
Rested there,
The desk top still has the nicks
From their fashioning.
It's made of pine
And has the dark original varnish.
And is one of a kind.
Volcanos
Volcanos are all called Never
Until everyone's eyes
Tear with ash,
Then they're called Terror.
Sunday Best
Oh,
Love regaled
In different pews.
In one my sins they say
Smell to high heaven.
In yours
It's just my old canvas boots
Odiferous from workaday sweat.
That, and my pits
That make your nose curl.
I'll repent and don
My leather hiking boots
That smell of mink oil
While I walk with you
For a song or two.
That, and I'll get some of
That sticky perfume
For my pits too.
But away from such meetings
I eschew all masks.
I am what I am,
My words what they are.
DolphinWords
Friday, November 18, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:11/18/16
Open To Interpretation
Bat Love Potion
A penny for my penance
A token for its worthlessness
Hair clippings poop pee
The whole swarmy lot
Have more value than me
Unless you drink this stink
And I can reside in your night.
DolphinWords
Notes: eesh...there are bat love potions...bat parts seem to be a prime ingredient for such...I studied out some more about hyperobjects, and found them related to something called phenomenology, and that's related to Epicureanism, and that to the feminist Simone Beauvoir...I was studying her wiki, and there was a photo of her and Sartre sitting on couch across from Che Guevara, so I studied wiki's Che page...and all this while I've been reading bits of Lucretius, an old Roman Epicurean...Epicurean's back then were different...they found explanations for things that didn't include gods and superstitions...and Lucretius introduces the notions as a heal all for the wars and troubles of his time, which he blames on gods and superstitions...I should source that...brb...
quote
I fear perhaps thou deemest that we fare
An impious road to realms of thought profane;
But 'tis that same religion oftener far
Hath bred the foul impieties of men:
http://classics.mit.edu/Carus/nature_things.1.i.html
unquote
the 'foul impieties of religion', I think, got picked up by leftist idealists, often atheists, the modern Epicureans, and became 'the foul impieties of capitalists'...for Che it was United Fruit...that and his motorcycle rides through Latin America where he saw lots of poor folk...it's been pointed out that someone with his skills could have found better expression of his concern, as there are many examples, than being a revolutionary...he very nearly lobbed nuclear weapons at us...which seems impious, I'd say!...Che and his ilk often create mirror like opponents, or maybe the opponents made him...it is one of the curios of human nature that cruelty begets a counter cruelty...trick for the peaceful minded is to stay clear of these, which was exactly the goal of the Epicureans...they stayed away from politics...Che too had a pollyanna thought that after the revolution people would transform somehow into peaceful sorts...it's not gonna happen...and there's no escaping human turmoil...however cruel our behavior all seems, we somehow keep lurching forward from generation to generation...Lucretius reads like todays news, as does Che's commentaries...whatever it is, or things, that makes us so, they are like hyperobjects...and they are all too vast and invisible...but we see the self similar manifestations...current events resemble events between the world wars...hyperobjects had another name for the ancient Greeks...gods...
:)
DavidDavid
Bat Love Potion
A penny for my penance
A token for its worthlessness
Hair clippings poop pee
The whole swarmy lot
Have more value than me
Unless you drink this stink
And I can reside in your night.
DolphinWords
Notes: eesh...there are bat love potions...bat parts seem to be a prime ingredient for such...I studied out some more about hyperobjects, and found them related to something called phenomenology, and that's related to Epicureanism, and that to the feminist Simone Beauvoir...I was studying her wiki, and there was a photo of her and Sartre sitting on couch across from Che Guevara, so I studied wiki's Che page...and all this while I've been reading bits of Lucretius, an old Roman Epicurean...Epicurean's back then were different...they found explanations for things that didn't include gods and superstitions...and Lucretius introduces the notions as a heal all for the wars and troubles of his time, which he blames on gods and superstitions...I should source that...brb...
quote
I fear perhaps thou deemest that we fare
An impious road to realms of thought profane;
But 'tis that same religion oftener far
Hath bred the foul impieties of men:
http://classics.mit.edu/Carus/nature_things.1.i.html
unquote
the 'foul impieties of religion', I think, got picked up by leftist idealists, often atheists, the modern Epicureans, and became 'the foul impieties of capitalists'...for Che it was United Fruit...that and his motorcycle rides through Latin America where he saw lots of poor folk...it's been pointed out that someone with his skills could have found better expression of his concern, as there are many examples, than being a revolutionary...he very nearly lobbed nuclear weapons at us...which seems impious, I'd say!...Che and his ilk often create mirror like opponents, or maybe the opponents made him...it is one of the curios of human nature that cruelty begets a counter cruelty...trick for the peaceful minded is to stay clear of these, which was exactly the goal of the Epicureans...they stayed away from politics...Che too had a pollyanna thought that after the revolution people would transform somehow into peaceful sorts...it's not gonna happen...and there's no escaping human turmoil...however cruel our behavior all seems, we somehow keep lurching forward from generation to generation...Lucretius reads like todays news, as does Che's commentaries...whatever it is, or things, that makes us so, they are like hyperobjects...and they are all too vast and invisible...but we see the self similar manifestations...current events resemble events between the world wars...hyperobjects had another name for the ancient Greeks...gods...
:)
DavidDavid
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
OTI:two poems:11/15/16
Open To Interpretation
Infinity
You are Infinity's only friend
And your transcriptions
Her only hope.
Bobcat
Oh,
Snow fallen in the night!
I'd wake up early
To find your footprints on the paths
Before the tourists obscured them.
You didn't make them for me
I know,
And if I followed your trail
Right up to you
How I looked to you
I could only fail to see.
"Click", a pic
For them I made,
And me.
Dolphinwords
Infinity
You are Infinity's only friend
And your transcriptions
Her only hope.
Bobcat
Oh,
Snow fallen in the night!
I'd wake up early
To find your footprints on the paths
Before the tourists obscured them.
You didn't make them for me
I know,
And if I followed your trail
Right up to you
How I looked to you
I could only fail to see.
"Click", a pic
For them I made,
And me.
Dolphinwords
OTI:one poem and notes:11/15/16
Open To Interpretation
Day Book
Every week, every morning
To morning,
I read my book,
Day page after day page day.
One page one day one hour one song,
Your page,
My everyday
Every page day favorite.
DolphinWords
Note: hmmph...there was a book back then, Notes To Myself...brb...1970ish...I don't think I read it...maybe a browse...it was one of those books, like books from authors like Rod McKuen and Leonard Cohen, who did the Seagull one?, and such, that always seemed to be about, late sixties early seventies...an odd time...came to mind thinking that blogs, for the most part, are notes to oneself...hmmph...the proof draft of The Black Deck Tales is being shipped, and I'm kind of anxious to see it!...now one can do, along with blogs, books to themselves!...in reading the other Creative Space Publishing books I picked up at OCPC (Orange County Poetry Club), I realize I'm one of the few readers of them...and likely there will never be a back and forth between me and the authors...so, what they, in a sense, wrote to themselves, I read to myself!...or something...so, so, I updated my WOW, World of Warcraft, video game to the new expansion, and in the intro is a video about how the new adventures begin...brb...here's video...I'm trying to update me now!...Dragon 'flight' came to me doing the Tales, importantly as it lead to Northern, and later Southern, 'Reach'...Reach I was borrowing from the rock climbers, they climb a length of rope, and then another 'reach'...but there's also a sense of location, I think...I didn't study this out!...brb...
quote
a continuous extent of land or water, especially a stretch of river between two bends, or the part of a canal between locks.
unquote
Oh, good, had that right...brb...and with 'reach' as a rock climbing term, I have that wrong, and was thinking of 'pitch', though not far afield, as reaching with one's limbs or ropes is certainly a part of the effort!...writing is like rock climbing...hmmph...the notion of Dragon 'Flights' is at least as far back as the Dragon Riders of Pern stories...there too are the telepathic dragons, and there too, in other stories by Ann McCaffrey, are the 'brainships'...the notion of spaceships that are 'organic'...in this case, piloted by a human brain...something of this too in the Dune stories...the notion of ships that are creatures in and of themselves...this may seem silly, but the notion of Gaia, the earth as a sentient being, not so much...the earth is after all a ship, often thought of as an 'arc'...granted, it doesn't navigate on it's own rotating about the sun, but all things in the universe float as it were in the vacuum, and so 'ships' in a sense, the earth, a 'black ship'...Ann had it too that dragons bond with a human, and probably much else that I've unconsciously borrowed...I read one of the Pern books long ago...and WOW borrows the 'flights' and the dragons' 'colors', so that's in the mix of things I've gathered...looked about for 'northern reach', and found this:
quote
Aptly named, the Northern Reach lies in the northernmost part of Apollyon on a sublet of land that is accessible only by the great Glacier Pass that connects it to the remainder of the territory. The Reach is cold, volatile, and eerily quiet: very few creatures call it home save for the hardier sorts accustomed to year-round cold and icy landscapes. While it thaws somewhat in the heat of summer, for the remainder of the year the Reach is very dangerous due to the icy slopes and frosty paths. Even so, wolves come here to investigate the Caverns that are fabled to be the birthplace of darker magics.
http://www.itd-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=8
unquote
That, I hadn't specifically ever seen!...it's another game it appears...thinking on this, I recall the area in WOW that is all frozen snow covered...'aptly named' would seem to imply one comes to this...convergent geography!...wonder what's about for 'southern reach'...brb...
quote
Jeff VanderMeer has said that the main inspiration for Area X was the hike through St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.[5] However, he's also said that dreams inspired such elements as the writing in the tunnel from Annihilation.[6] Moreover, Jeff has cited a number of books as having an influence on Southern Reach such as The Other Side of the Mountain by Michel Bernanos.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Reach_Trilogy
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odd!...oh, here a New Yorker article about area x...even odder!!!...hmmph..and what is a 'hyperobject'???...brb...
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Nonlocal: Hyperobjects are massively distributed in time and space to the extent that their totality cannot be realized in any particular local manifestation. For example, global warming is a hyperobject that impacts meteorological conditions, such as tornado formation. According to Morton, though, objects don't feel global warming, but instead experience tornadoes as they cause damage in specific places. Thus, nonlocality describes the manner in which a hyperobject becomes more substantial than the local manifestations they produce.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Morton
well, I find the commentary and Morton difficult to follow!...I just watched one of WOW's clips, an interview of one of the game designers, with forum questions, and find it remarkable that folk can talk like that...it's a game, and yet has about it an 'area x', and it's 'hyperobjectivity', like a tornado, manifests in our playing the game...the game itself overall is like 'global warming'...it is everywhere and nowhere, and only comes to light with our attention when we play...it's an odd thing!...but that's kind of how I pictured the 'black deck', among many other things...words have synonyms, antonyms, puns, similarities, all kinds of stuff, so it's hard to say just what all I was going on about with 'black ship', 'black deck'...I'm not sure myself!...the Tales are a very localized thing for me!...and I find myself in sympathy for what Ann said of her own favorite book of hers...
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Helva scored well on encephalographic tests and her parents chose the shell option. She would be a brainship, an elite of her kind. "Brainships were, of course, long past the experimental stages" in her time. Supposedly, "the well-oriented brain would not have changed places with the most perfect body in the universe."[12]
The story closes with brainship Helva singing "Taps" at the funeral service for her brawn Jennan. Decades later, son Todd McCaffrey called it "almost an elegy to her father".[13] About that time, she called it her own favorite story, "possibly because I put much of myself into it: myself and the troubles I had in accepting my father's death [1954] and a troubled marriage."[9] She has also called it "the best story I ever wrote", one that still makes her cry.[11] She chose it to read aloud as Guest of Honor at the annual science fiction convention Eurocon 2007.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ship_Who_Sang
these ships, like Ann's dragons, were allied with a human...hmmph...enough...too long a note!...poems as tornados?...don't go there...TMI!...ral...
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Note: hmmph...there was a book back then, Notes To Myself...brb...1970ish...I don't think I read it...maybe a browse...it was one of those books, like books from authors like Rod McKuen and Leonard Cohen, who did the Seagull one?, and such, that always seemed to be about, late sixties early seventies...an odd time...came to mind thinking that blogs, for the most part, are notes to oneself...hmmph...the proof draft of The Black Deck Tales is being shipped, and I'm kind of anxious to see it!...now one can do, along with blogs, books to themselves!...in reading the other Creative Space Publishing books I picked up at OCPC (Orange County Poetry Club), I realize I'm one of the few readers of them...and likely there will never be a back and forth between me and the authors...so, what they, in a sense, wrote to themselves, I read to myself!...or something...so, so, I updated my WOW, World of Warcraft, video game to the new expansion, and in the intro is a video about how the new adventures begin...brb...here's video...I'm trying to update me now!...Dragon 'flight' came to me doing the Tales, importantly as it lead to Northern, and later Southern, 'Reach'...Reach I was borrowing from the rock climbers, they climb a length of rope, and then another 'reach'...but there's also a sense of location, I think...I didn't study this out!...brb...
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a continuous extent of land or water, especially a stretch of river between two bends, or the part of a canal between locks.
"the upper reaches of the Nile"
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Oh, good, had that right...brb...and with 'reach' as a rock climbing term, I have that wrong, and was thinking of 'pitch', though not far afield, as reaching with one's limbs or ropes is certainly a part of the effort!...writing is like rock climbing...hmmph...the notion of Dragon 'Flights' is at least as far back as the Dragon Riders of Pern stories...there too are the telepathic dragons, and there too, in other stories by Ann McCaffrey, are the 'brainships'...the notion of spaceships that are 'organic'...in this case, piloted by a human brain...something of this too in the Dune stories...the notion of ships that are creatures in and of themselves...this may seem silly, but the notion of Gaia, the earth as a sentient being, not so much...the earth is after all a ship, often thought of as an 'arc'...granted, it doesn't navigate on it's own rotating about the sun, but all things in the universe float as it were in the vacuum, and so 'ships' in a sense, the earth, a 'black ship'...Ann had it too that dragons bond with a human, and probably much else that I've unconsciously borrowed...I read one of the Pern books long ago...and WOW borrows the 'flights' and the dragons' 'colors', so that's in the mix of things I've gathered...looked about for 'northern reach', and found this:
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Aptly named, the Northern Reach lies in the northernmost part of Apollyon on a sublet of land that is accessible only by the great Glacier Pass that connects it to the remainder of the territory. The Reach is cold, volatile, and eerily quiet: very few creatures call it home save for the hardier sorts accustomed to year-round cold and icy landscapes. While it thaws somewhat in the heat of summer, for the remainder of the year the Reach is very dangerous due to the icy slopes and frosty paths. Even so, wolves come here to investigate the Caverns that are fabled to be the birthplace of darker magics.
http://www.itd-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=8
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That, I hadn't specifically ever seen!...it's another game it appears...thinking on this, I recall the area in WOW that is all frozen snow covered...'aptly named' would seem to imply one comes to this...convergent geography!...wonder what's about for 'southern reach'...brb...
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Jeff VanderMeer has said that the main inspiration for Area X was the hike through St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.[5] However, he's also said that dreams inspired such elements as the writing in the tunnel from Annihilation.[6] Moreover, Jeff has cited a number of books as having an influence on Southern Reach such as The Other Side of the Mountain by Michel Bernanos.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Reach_Trilogy
unquote
odd!...oh, here a New Yorker article about area x...even odder!!!...hmmph..and what is a 'hyperobject'???...brb...
quote
Nonlocal: Hyperobjects are massively distributed in time and space to the extent that their totality cannot be realized in any particular local manifestation. For example, global warming is a hyperobject that impacts meteorological conditions, such as tornado formation. According to Morton, though, objects don't feel global warming, but instead experience tornadoes as they cause damage in specific places. Thus, nonlocality describes the manner in which a hyperobject becomes more substantial than the local manifestations they produce.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Morton
well, I find the commentary and Morton difficult to follow!...I just watched one of WOW's clips, an interview of one of the game designers, with forum questions, and find it remarkable that folk can talk like that...it's a game, and yet has about it an 'area x', and it's 'hyperobjectivity', like a tornado, manifests in our playing the game...the game itself overall is like 'global warming'...it is everywhere and nowhere, and only comes to light with our attention when we play...it's an odd thing!...but that's kind of how I pictured the 'black deck', among many other things...words have synonyms, antonyms, puns, similarities, all kinds of stuff, so it's hard to say just what all I was going on about with 'black ship', 'black deck'...I'm not sure myself!...the Tales are a very localized thing for me!...and I find myself in sympathy for what Ann said of her own favorite book of hers...
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Helva scored well on encephalographic tests and her parents chose the shell option. She would be a brainship, an elite of her kind. "Brainships were, of course, long past the experimental stages" in her time. Supposedly, "the well-oriented brain would not have changed places with the most perfect body in the universe."[12]
The story closes with brainship Helva singing "Taps" at the funeral service for her brawn Jennan. Decades later, son Todd McCaffrey called it "almost an elegy to her father".[13] About that time, she called it her own favorite story, "possibly because I put much of myself into it: myself and the troubles I had in accepting my father's death [1954] and a troubled marriage."[9] She has also called it "the best story I ever wrote", one that still makes her cry.[11] She chose it to read aloud as Guest of Honor at the annual science fiction convention Eurocon 2007.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ship_Who_Sang
these ships, like Ann's dragons, were allied with a human...hmmph...enough...too long a note!...poems as tornados?...don't go there...TMI!...ral...
:)
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