Tag Archives: science-fiction/fantasy

Interstellar

Standing in our stockinged feet

on the surface of an alien world ,

wondering whether we can ever go back

go back go back again to that

place where we started from ?

So very far away so very

long ago that somehow we left

somehow find ourselves in our

stockinged feet standing and staring

staring across an unfamiliar horizon

wrought of jewels burnished with gold ,

dazzling and shining and when

all is done and all is told

we simply stand with one question

remaining on our lips ,

How do we get back home ?

Sci – Fi


twinkle twinkle distant star
how I wonder where you are;

..the Delta-ships stopped,
our transmitters failed
though they had brought our
words back to us as palimpsest,
from long lost millennia ago,
distorted and disfigured
rendered alien
by countless doppler-shifts;
our own broadcasts came back
to haunt us,
to betray the illusion
that we were reaching out
and yet we never were;
leaving us bereft,
we commodified them,
all of our ancestors,
the patina of their vaunted
golden age ages old by now,
were bought and sold
and kept us all so amused,
that was in the time of the
Delta-ships and their last flight;
Somehow the Epsilon-points
became shrouded in mystery,
lacking knowledge
still we search for them,
but the apparatus is gone too,
Magellan without astrolabe
Galileo without plans,
seared into our racial unconscious
we yearn for the path
outward and home for
an end to cosmic labyrinths;
the failed gleaming,
the sputtering glimmer of
candles that burned so bright,
yet for so brief a span;
hierarchies perpetuate themselves,
vaunt their traditions
and call them “ours”
yet “we” no longer remember;
Our own images haunt us
deep deep into the night,
we awaken to the cadence
of our own scream,
we cling to driftwood
in a shipwrecked sea;
the Delta-ships are gone,
tumbled long long ago
into a memory hole,
and where are those
pinpoints of transfiguration?
the Epsilon-points,
that took us,always,
outward and home;
Amid the chaos of ages,
redolent with anguish and fear,
a haunted face peers
into the looking glass
and beholds darkly,
a trembling trembling hand,
in its tenuous grasp
an ancient artefact,
its sleek barrel
caressing his temple.

twinkle,twinkle…

A Quiet Place

Quiet as sunlight on a window pane

quiet as a snowdrop falling in winter,

quiet now the Earth stands

the Earth stands still;

all our years have passed us by

and are gone into the abyss of nostalgia;

Every waking moment is a baited trap,

should your grasp loosen,

should your grip fail,

should your foot slip;

Only silence offers hope,

and hope causes the heart to beat louder;

hush now,

they’re listening..

Sci – Fi ( rebooted 3 April 2019 )

twinkle twinkle distant star
how I wonder where you are;

..the Delta-ships stopped,
our transmitters failed
though they had brought our
words back to us as palimpsest,
from long lost millennia ago,
distorted and disfigured
rendered alien
by countless doppler-shifts;
our own broadcasts came back
to haunt us,
to betray the illusion
that we were reaching out
and yet we never were;
leaving us bereft,
we commodified them,
all of our ancestors,
the patina of their vaunted
golden age ages old by now,
were bought and sold
and kept us all so amused,
that was in the time of the
Delta-ships and their last flight;
Somehow the Epsilon-points
became shrouded in mystery,
lacking knowledge
still we search for them,
but the apparatus is gone too,
Magellan without astrolabe
Galileo without plans,
seared into our racial unconscious
we yearn for the path
outward and home for
an end to cosmic labyrinths;
the failed gleaming,
the sputtering glimmer of
candles that burned so bright,
yet for so brief a span;
hierarchies perpetuate themselves,
vaunt their traditions
and call them “ours”
yet “we” no longer remember;
Our own images haunt us
deep deep into the night,
we awaken to the cadence
of our own scream,
we cling to driftwood
in a shipwrecked sea;
the Delta-ships are gone,
tumbled long long ago
into a memory hole,
and where are those
pinpoints of transfiguration?
the Epsilon-points,
that took us,always,
outward and home;
Amid the chaos of ages,
redolent with anguish and fear,
a haunted face peers
into the looking glass
and beholds darkly,
a trembling trembling hand,
in its tenuous grasp
an ancient artefact,
its sleek barrel
caressing his temple.

twinkle,twinkle…

Mad Max

Diesel and dust

bone and rust ,

fumes and flames

madness and an epiphany

wrapped in golden chains ;

Chains of horror

stretching out toward

that far horizon

glimmering with what

looks like hope ,

receding receding

into the distance ,

and with it the

dying of the light

moonless night

ablaze with fires

stoked by rage ,

roaring across the sky

dawning in an endless succession

of days and days

stripped bare of meaning ;

instincts alert

the desire for one more breath

the thirst for more gasoline

for the engines’ roar ,

roaring back into life

that bleeds a thousand souls

crushed under the wheels

of a now and forever spinning

forever on an axis ,

smothered in flames and fumes ;

an epiphany…

Interstellar (Rebooted 2/9/19)

Standing in our stockinged feet

on the surface of an alien world ,

wondering whether we can ever go back

go back go back again to that

place where we started from ?

So very far away so very

long ago that somehow we left

somehow find ourselves in our

stockinged feet standing and staring

staring across an unfamiliar horizon

wrought of jewels burnished with gold ,

dazzling and shining and when

all is done and all is told

we simply stand with one question

remaining on our lips ,

How do we get back home ?

The Talking Machine

The Talking Machine woke me

the Talking Machine spoke ,

I tried to listen

but couldn’t understand ,

so the Talking Machine spoke louder ;

” Those things at the end of your arms ,

I have need of your hands ” ,

Then the Talking Machine issued its directives ;

so that I might clean it , polish it ,

refurbish , strengthen and enhance it ;

The Talking Machine asked if I had

any further questions and if I had fully

understood what it required of me ;

Then the thought occurred late in my head ,

I went to the socket ,pulled the plug

and returned to bed .

Total Recall

Your mirror no longer recognises you
as you stare in vain at it
hoping to jog its memory ;
the face your mirror chooses to reflect
wants nothing more to do with you ;
the mirror remembers you only as you were ,
recalling those bright shining moments
of lucidity and strength ;
You remember nothing of those now
and the mirror won’t remind you
of any of them ;
Struggling to traverse the empty expanse of meaning ,
you ponder how it ever came to be so ;
how the mirror aeons ago chose
to no longer chase and retrieve that
which you let slip from your grasp ;
You and the mirror both now wait ,
for the return of the Prodigal ,
in vain .

Vergessen

Silent schoolyards

empty apartment blocks,

deserted neighbourhoods

untrodden streets

robbed of their vibrancy;

A peerless shining sky

blue,golden and bright

canopies their absence of echo;

Deserted runways,

empty departure lounges,

silent concourses

where a solitary figure

remains standing

staring,

at destination boards

signless and unflickering,

his eyes engulfed

in their amnesia.

Downtown Traffic..

Outward-bound Caravanserai of the morning,

held hostage in funereal processioned mourning,

a churning slow,slower tide of

of flow and ebb interpreting

the coded frequencies,

green-yellow-red-yellow-green-red,

start-stutter-stop-stutter-start

along concreted arteries of commerce,

industry,trade,trading one place

for another,one place after another,

bartering,leveraging circadian rythms

for gleaming glittering moments

of the here and now,now and gone,

lost amid homeward-bound Caravanserai,

traversing capillaries of the

gridlocked grinding ephemera

of another day consumed

by hubris.

(Louis Kasatkin has asserted his Right,etc.&so forth…)