Reflection Today

I used to think I was a big shot. 
Now I know 
I'm not.

Where is the Net?

I took a leap. 
I have not yet 
seen a net. 
But I see I am learning to fly 
with enough strength and finesse that I 
will be able to land softly.

Jerusalem The Emanation of The Giant Albion (1804-c. 1820): electronic edition

I'd forgotten how strange and beautiful Blake's Jerusalem is. What do you think - Is it a precursor graphic novel/epic poem?

Wikipedia Article About Blake's "Jerusalem"

"I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream" - Harlan Ellison (1967)

‎"I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream" is a postapocalyptic science fiction short story by Harlan Ellison. It was first published in the March 1967 issue of IF: Worlds of Science Fiction. It won a Hugo Award in 1968. The name was also used for a short story collection of Ellison's work, featuring this story. One of the ten most reprinted stories in the English language, "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream" was reprinted by the Library of America, collected in volume two (Terror and the Uncanny, from the 1940s to Now) of American Fantastic Tales (2009).


 Here is a link to the text of "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream" - http://www.surfturk.com/endoftheworld/ihavenomouth.html

Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor.

When Gorrister joined our group ...

The Allegory of Love

Wind Water Sand and Stars [DRAFT]

We are waves in the ocean, long and deep,
unseen until we arrive at
the shallow water of the shore,
and break. We are seen when breaking.

We are broken glass on the beach,
ground and tossed by the waves,
tumbled and polished by the wind,
until we are grains of sand.
We are the sand.

We are stars at night,
each a small point of brilliance,
to be seen among the billions
by someone looking
long enough in the right direction.