NaNoWriMo - Let Slip the Dogs of War

Getting prepped for this year's National November Writing Month.  (Last year's was cut short as I grieved with my family over our beloved cousin's tragic death...it took much time, and we love her sorely, and time moves on...there isn't a day that goes by that one of us here thinks or talks about her...she was such a light.)

This year I am departing from my usual novel fodder and shifting to science fiction.  I've had more than a few short stories, but I have used my commute time to come up with a full three novel arch for a character that I've loved for some time - the 'huntress'.  There has been little depth to a character that I first envisioned back in college (with a video short called 'Hunter's Silhouette').  This time around, she is fully fleshed out with a back-drop of a universe that's been quelling inside.

I thank you for visiting my site and I'll be updating this month a lot of other efforts - video, podcast and artwork.  Keep coming back each week for something new!

hear:Sonder 'Too Fast'

poem:"Impossible"

on DeviantArt...

Fate never allowed
It only teased the potential, the heady glimmer of what could have been
It knew a passing reflection for a narcissist would be enough
Fate allowed enough
The declarative was all that's left

Summed in a glance and the warmth of a breath

Can't say the word gone
As there was nothing before or since, time never the factor
Does an idea hold time?

As the adage may sway when playing with it, an idea,
It, and of itself, is all naught
An empty hand

Here you were, all,
And all to me

I would have fought worlds, conquered stars
Cheated death, amassed armies, tore asunder all the world's foundations and built Parnassus anew
Had that chance been given

Fleeting as the shadow of a bird on the periphery

Quiet and unkempt
Lost in the other shadows

Past

and

nothing.

spinning:"change"

Building...and building...

snippet:prayer for the dreadful...

LOUI JOVER

“Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.” 
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

"...Ravenous longitudes
of desire and sin did we walk upon
and the delight ran dry
decay decay
and hue drawn in grey
crayon..."
- 1936

at least try "Brief Encounter"...

So Dark Horizons (http://www.darkhorizons.com/study-millennials-dont-like-pre-1970s-films/) said that Millennials don't like pre-1970s movies...as there would be a 40+ year difference, that would be akin to me not liking pre-1930s movies: although the difference would not stand.  There are technical limitations with the comparison, as many of the silent era movies are a bit harder to grasp.  So understandably with Millenials, black and white would be harder to grasp.

Attune yourself to constrasts and light is my response.  Black and white to anyone is jarring, as it would have been to anyone for the first time...however you adjust.  You see nuances you don't see in color.  Textures.  Facial expressions are not hidden behind garish hues - but open.  Emoting is straightforward, subtle.

As a case in point to pre-70s movies that will change your perspective on cinema (if not life), try David Lean's 1945 drama, Brief Encounter.

If you want a solid stay-home date movie, you'll find no better.  Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard offer the best performances on film, all guided under the expert of subtle gravitas, Sir David Lean.  The music is incredible, using motifs from Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No 2.  It lingers with you after, forever.

There may be free versions on-line, but that's simply not our style, spend a few dollars and enjoy: https://www.amazon.com/Brief-Encounter-David-Lean/dp/B001OAZC4Y.  If it is a date night, enjoy a vodka+soda with salt and pepper popcorn.  If you're lucky to make a meal for your date, I would go for beef medallions in a red wine reduction with peas and lightly toasted focaccia.

Langston Hughes: "Dinner Guest: Me" (1967)

in Harlem by Robery W. Kelley/LIFE

Dinner Guest: Me (attrib. 1967)
I know I am
The Negro Problem
Being winded and dined,

Lucian Freud Reflection 1967

Answering the usual questions
That come to white mind
Which seeks demurely
To probe in polite way
The why and wherewithal
Of darkens U.S.A. -
Wondering how things got this way
In current democratic night,
Murmuring gently
Over fraises du bois,
"I'm so ashamed of being white."
...
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait.

- From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes