And I will shred
But only for a moment
I saw it, only half the annum past.
And now I walk in front, when I can
When I can
When I can.
And I will shred
But only for a moment
I saw it, only half the annum past.
And now I walk in front, when I can
When I can
When I can.
The Order of the Hammer
From which they taketh the gear,
And from which he taketh the gold.
For he will step silently among you,
Though troublesome, not nearly as deadly as the one who taketh the gear,
Who taketh the order, who taketh the builder
And cover him over.
My order, the old order, nothing new.
Forged in the furnace of the Builder himself,
We were a beacon—we built the beacon!
A beacon of hope to the unbelievers,
To those who chose not to understand the Builder and his way.
Worse, though, the pagans,
let them stay away.
And worse yet undead! Defiled undead,
Their corpses do rise again, unless they be burned
Burned in the furnace of the Builder.
But none of these have threated the order so,
None, pagan, the dead, not the Thief Garrett, oh no,
As much as the man dressed in green,
Them, the new order,
Their a masks of pure bronze,
The man who lead our poor builders
This is a dumb little poem heavily inspired by old Thief games.
I may rewrite this later, and turn it into a less dumb poem inspired by Thief.
Honestly, I have no idea what this is about. It’s vaguely political for sure. Maybe you can have a go at it, as Northrop Frye says: The poet is not the ultimate judge of his art. (Though he can put on the “critic hat” so to speak, and become one of the many critics for his or her work.)
I’ll also put a note about TSP at the end for those who read the serial.
Forces you do not know, but you could understand.
Politics, the wake of war,
Cold wars are heating up again.
South Africa, kill the whites.
Don’t cover it, cover it up
Our permissible genocide
In the making.
Wake the sleeping giants, wake the beast
Don’t close your eyes don’t stop your feet.
We know, you know: Man is not judged
for what we did not know.
But is knowledge is power,
You know or ignore it,
The world may rot inside your fingers.
(That the world may know peace…)
To whom shall the blame be taken?
For whom does the bell toll?
Executive orders is not a strong plea.
Walk into the pain of the light,
And lift up the rocks,
Sear the parasite.
Watch the world.
Few references in this piece I have no issues pointing out:
- Cold wars are heating up again. Megadeth, from “Blackmail the Universe.”
- South Africa, kill the whites. This is literally happening. Racism, torture, death. And the mass media is silent on it for some reason… (can you guess why? White people can’t be victims!) Katie Hopkins is keeping an eye on it. Here’s a decent link if you’re interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXDpvN4V-RY
- Wake the sleeping giants, wake the beast. Metallica, from “Shoot Me Again”
- That the world may know peace… This was a sort of mantra that a few characters from Oretachi Ni Tsubasa Wa Nai (…Under the Innocent Sky) said when he was stressed. It’s an anime, although it’s definitely rated 18+, so keep that in mind if you want to look into it. (Talked about it a bit in an old blog piece of mine.)
- For whom does the bell toll? A loose reference to Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” To be honest, I’m not that familiar with the song, just the title. I really only know St. Anger.
- Reflex Deflex. A reference to a type of bow. It’s a form of longbow/recurve bow.
For readers of The Solune Prince!
The 17th chapter, Jagged Assembly II, will be out, for sure, next Thursday. Of course, this doesn’t count as a “missed week” according to the schedule, as I set as guarantees every second week OR every week.
It’s exam time, and the safety net of every second week is in play here. Anyway, see you then. Looks like the narrative is getting a cool little sub plot for a few of the characters.
Here are some links:
Have fun! Bye!
A couple things before the piece starts. You can skip ahead if you just want to get to the narrative.
First: This is a lightly edited sort of experiment. This piece projects itself into a much later chapter of The Solune Prince. Short background, the general concept is sort of a “coming of age” story for Chloe Rhye, and right now, in Novella 1, Chloe is in her own kingdom, but here she’s already at her destination: The Lussa City.
So, this should be interesting in general, but also interesting to readers of my serial novel. (Which you can check out here.)
It’s from my Creative Writing workshop, so it’s part of an exercise, which was: write the same piece using two different styles. This is marked with the (1) and (2).
Second: The next chapter of The Solune Prince will be up later today. This is not a “replacement” for it like the IOU from last week. Due to a somewhat stressful existence last week (both mentally and physically), as well as the late-term deadlock of university assignments, I’ll be writing the chapter on the day of its release. So, basically as you’re reading this.
Now, we shouldn’t have to worry about quality control for the following reasons: a) I’ve handwritten this chapter already. The major problem is really that I decided I had to change a few things, and so about 75% of that chapter had to be moved ahead in the story to some completely different parallel-universe chapter. Then b) I do have a decent idea of how I want this chapter to go, and what sort of changes I need to make to continue the story as intended, but also modify the sort-of mess it became. Essentially, I need to rewrite.
I’ll have to elaborate on all that in a full post later but for now I’ll put it like this: There are a few key points I want to re-arrange, some stuff I need to rework, and some stuff that will likely have to go altogether. Thus, chapters 17-19, which have all been handwritten, will need to be redone. (Re-handwritten, and then typed.)
Not a big problem, in fact it’s sort of a relief, as I’m extracting myself out of a sort of narrative hole, and then taking a better grasp of the story. For now, enjoy this projection into the future, and we’ll see whether this, too, get’s changed when the time comes.
(1) It was yesterday. We were spraying, as usual. I admit we were spray painting. Look, I know the law and we had the permits. Show them the permits. We had the right to be there.
If I were less ethical, I could have blamed the other guys. In fact, I could have abandoned them and ran. But I am a man of Noah, and I know the law; at least I know that part. This happens a lot. Police usually don’t know anything, they just don’t. Luckily for us, I do.
‘Hey! You can’t be markin’ up that wall like that! Is that another one of them canted x-shapes? It’s you lot then, markin’ up the town! You best give all that up and come in with us.’
I heard them shouting, so I came, I ran. But, man, my peers are so…so good at fumbling up tense situations. Good thing I know the urban sprint. Hop, skip, run up the walls, onto the trash, swing off the window bars, slide down the side, skid ‘round the corner, man. Nice.
“You best leave my team alone. We’re here on business.” That’s what I said. Business. Usually stops them. But they didn’t even hear! Looks like the ‘prince’ over there already had it down, but damn! She was talking the wrong law! Where is she from?
She said, ‘No, this isn’t public property, it’s without your jurisdiction, unless you get a formal complaint. Look, he has our papers, this is a job. What about you? Do you have your papers? Was there a complaint? Any warrant for you being here?”
Oh man, that’s not how things work here missy! After that, well, whew, violence man. We didn’t even move, but missy dismantled everyone for us. No sweat.
(2) The litigator moved on to a different witness. “And you, you were there, my lord?”
‘As a bystander. I only saw the second part.’
“Please describe what you saw.”
‘Haha. Missy, that’s miss Chloe Rhye, fifth Prince of the Solune. They don’t have the honorific “princess” where she comes from. What a people, the Solune. She dismantled your three officers in seconds. Truly admirable—from a tactical perspective.
‘The draw of her weapon became the first attack, a cut across the chestplate of your first man. She flicked back the instant she’d made her hit; truly, a trained movement. Her weapon was back out before it could be seized—she slid into tierce with little effort.’
“Could you please limit the technical—”
‘That’s a point-up guard. She followed tierce up with a four, and then another four—’
‘—That’s an underhand thrust that ends in an upward sweep. Your men are so slow that she could hit with four twice before having to go back into a carte. And Chloe didn’t even bother moving onto the later cycles, although maybe she doesn’t know them. Regardless, she held carte and just kicked the poor man to the ground.
‘The rest fell likewise; engage stance on the secondary officer, (she has a terrific engage), into a one, into prime parry stance, smack the tertiary officer with a two, up to…I really wish she would protect her sword arm, but no, she slides back into engage carte, beats the secondary officer’s pikesword out of his hand, a smack to the face with the off hand, and then, no guard whatsoever, she grips her sabre two-hand (a very bad idea), and hits an oncoming attack from the tertiary. And then, lo! Kicks officer three to the ground as well! To my great pleasure, she cycled back to a carte, and then a prime hanging guard before sheathing. You may now understand why it is she prefers the military sabre to the officer’s one.’
“…You seem almost pleased about what occurred here.”
‘Truly; I trained her in the sabre.’ At this, the first witness laughed. ‘Further, as royal emissary, Prince Rhye, I believe, is subject to diplomatic immunity. Why she was with these vagrants is beyond my knowledge, however, she should answer to the Lussa royalty, not the law. I assume that you have contacted Prince Ryann?’
There was a short discussion among the court, and then recess was called.
You can see it was a bit of fun, an exercise in style.
Here’s a link to The Solune Prince (again), just in case you have an interest in the story, or Chloe as a character. She’s also a side character in the current draft of Alice and Finch, which you can find here.
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Anyway, thanks for reading, I’ll be here every week lol. (And also later on today.)
This is a very strange and very abstract piece. I would like to emphasize that I don’t particularly like it, but as Northrop Frye states, the poet is not the ultimate judge of his or her work.
What do you think?
First, she dated the woman, consumed in chaos. She moved over the waters and blood and found it wholly unfulfilling.
Then she dated the man, but he was only interested in her large breasts, though she was a presence and not a person, he could see her only through flesh.
And she left off dating, forever would it bring all parties dissatisfaction, for she knew the future and knew too that dating could only end in rape or murder.
Because you have to stop dating to start marriage.
First he created the laws, the hormones and rules of reproduction. This goes here if you want a child, and it’s also the funnest one, and if not you can put it here and here. So he tested it on the man, and the man didn’t have the right hole, he didn’t follow the right laws.
So he moved on to the woman, but he found her far too soft and forgiving. He enjoyed her capacity, her ability to know all things and see into the future. Unlike the foul-mouthed man, she spoke rarely, and with a timid humility. But she denied some of his laws and he found her displeasing and wished that she would come to die.
Not wishing to break his own laws, he left her with haste. He was unhappy and wished to destroy all that he had created.
For what comes from dust must inevitably return to the sand.
But she was very clever, and knowing more than even the woman, she entered in upon the man, in a time before there was woman, and the man was shocked to realize that he did not find a helping match for him among any of creation.
And he, knowing the grief of man, communed with her.
Being and Spirit, Existence and Presence.
אלוהים ו וח אלהים
Marriage, the reflection, to exist in concept before it is to exist in conception.
And so woman, the reflection, to exist within man before she is to exist in marriage with him.
And so the reunion is eagerly anticipated by the unmarried wife, and loneliness is solemnly retained by the unmarried husband.
And in marriage, the two meet, and they are allowed once again the joys of the garden, and the wisdom of being as one.
Thus curiosity is what pulls the mineral into its stone, the seed into its soil, the plant into its root, the lamb into its kin, the child into its generation, the soul into its body.
For curiosity killed the carnal man,
But intimacy brought forth the ark of marriage.
Curiosity killed the cat
But satisfaction brought it back!
For another, similar post that I don’t like, try this!