“I am keenly aware that I am just passing through here, that soon this shell shall have life no more. It may be decades yet, it may be years, but that is the way of it.
STILL ON EARTH, 21ST CENTURY
Simo Sakari Aaltonen
I heard angry laughter behind me then a fierce aimless obscenity but it was just a nightmare from reading about the times people still did that kind of thing. Later there was the comforting staccato of the zebra crossing with a chatter of jackdaws high above and this was reality. The medical definition is isolating personality but what does that mean? Every need and excess defines its own kind of freedom and while I will never go to Mars that is all right. Few people could at this point and while my parents will not see the great comet's return I may.
Atop the darkest old oaks nest
the night birds,
they sing only to the chosen
Feathers studded with stars, black
eyes fixed upon their Mars,
the forests are their altar and their
panicked shoving and screaming—
darned modern music(2010)
We took the wrong turn nine years ago will we beat our sons and daughters into monsters for ninety years lost in the desert wilderness propaganda fulcrum complex is this the freedom we pursued through the childhood years of television hero action rescue enlightenment inspiration was this the promise that launched us into the Sunday sunlight in years of ice cream grass beaches waterguns mashed potatoes & apple pie?—These Are the Days (2010)
Time there was to turn the tide but gears rusted through from rain of salt made escapement break pendulum stop mechanism give the tide turned red and drove the slowing clockwork soldiers onward onward from salvation of shore daedalian flight and welcome home a nation of icaruses falling into history dreams melted in the marching secret furnaces blasting the world like nuclear insecticide all lost to time.—These Are the Days (2010)
PANEL 1: Simo sits on the floor, book in hand. Dialogue: "Well! Starting Charles Schulz's Peanuts from strip one."
PANEL 2: Reads. No dialogue.
PANEL 3: Looks up from the book. Dialogue (cheerful): "All right, only 17,896 more to go!"
PANEL 4: Dialogue (dawning realisation): "But what will I do once I finish?"(2010)
For you see, enchanted pools exist. They can be found near cemeteries and groups of old trees, in mossy caves, or in dark woods. But something else is also required to transform the merely beautiful into enchanted. A tragic incident, a sacred visitor, altered flow of time in the location…
A touch of death, or a touch of life. Enchanted pools go unnoticed by most people because they do not want to see…
No magic was connected to this place, and no science was connected to this place. It was a world of its own.(2001)
The lord of the manor waved to the Hermetic Seal by the shore before stepping into the Hermobile. Soon the wisp of fumes from the tailpipe had dissipated in the wind.
And as the autumn sun set on the hermit crab's shell, a flock of gulls watched something dark and cylindrical move across the beach, its luminous highlights glittering against the sand.—The Hermetic Chaos of the Golden Sunset (2008)
What adventures does the Hermetic Seal have in the mystic depths of the ocean where no sunlight can reach? What sights do its black dilated pupils witness deep in the still waters? What glittering revelations unfold in the electric light of luminous symbols, the glow of strange fish?
All we can say with any certainty is that the Hermetic Seal (Phoca vitulina hermetica) is a species unto itself. What it knows, our kind may never know, or only know slowly.
It is said that still waters run deep, and its whiskers may have sought the sunless sands before we ever gasped for breath on the shoreline of life.(2011)
Japanese style—sit, feel, then
write down your IQ(2010)
Comes a moment when we can no longer go on as if we know who we are and where we came from;
Time when we must take true account of ourselves and those who have gone before us;
Put into words that which we burningly believe in and that for which we are untiringly willing to stand up and fight.
For there are too many ways people of good conscience can deceive themselves,
and there are too many ways such people can be deceived,
And 'tis a bitter truth that such deception invariably proceeds from sound assumptions and benign attitudes,
The best of intentions have ever been our undoing.
That is why we, the men and women who form the body of students known as Magna Carta,
We who judge each other to be men and women of good conscience
(For no one can judge this for themselves)
We who follow in the traditions of decades, walk through these hallways that were birthed when this, our country, was young,
Who touch these walls once touched by academics now long gone and forgotten, lost in the gathering mists of time,
Who can glimpse the once and future student only in fleeting, elusive epiphanies and half-imagined moments of preternatural insight,
Seeing twoscore years into the past and catching sight of the fashions of yesteryear,
We who hear the echoes of departed students, those who once stood and loved where we now stand and love,
And we who in our dreams observe the moment far into the future when the two young lovers yet to be born will desperately embrace in front of this classroom door so known to us and our kind,
Must as much for ourselves as our posterity now commit our purpose to paper and define our spirit and our dream, and give final form to our dearest desires and our purest hopes,
We must raise our eyes from the tripping ground, and take brave and beautiful flight.—The Covenant of Magna Carta (2000)
WARNING: TRYING TO
REACH ESCAPE VELOCITY
MAY VOID YOUR ORBIT(2010)
“I feel gratitude and I want to go on feeling gratitude for everything I can, while I can. One morning, or some eve, the sand in the hourglass will flow no more.
They tumbled through the air. Dean was in the lead, plunging headfirst towards the cavernously huge, flabby, brown plant mouth.
McCoy could only make the absurd mid-flight suggestion that they “Try to break free! Or the thing will devour us in seconds!”
Rand, plummeting ignominiously with her backside first, miraculously retained possession of her red cap. “It's no use! The monster's got us all!”
McCoy turned philosophical. “What a way to die!”—Star Trek: “The Planet of No Return” (2008)
Their Starfleet issue shoes served them well as they clambered up the steep rock. Tall outcroppings jutted here and there from the base rock, towers twisted yet majestic against the alien sky that seemed to have shifted through all the colors of an Earthly rainbow during their stay. Millennia of wind and rain had carved holes in the towers big enough to walk through.—Star Trek: “The Planet of No Return” (2008)
Wyndham nearly hit his head on the boat when he emerged gasping for air. "Thar's sommat alive down thar, Cap'n!"
Quinn suppressed a feeling of nameless dread as quickly as it arose. He shook his head. No sea monster tied that knot.
Armed with a crowbar and with lungs once more full, Wyndham went down for the second time.
The waiting was made doubly long for Quinn when he recalled what he had previously forgotten, wild stories about monsters of the deep that could separate a man from his head with one tentacle while uncorking a bottle of rum with another and hoisting a sail with yet a third.
However it was not three tentacles but a naked man and a clumsy diving suit that emerged from the waters. The helmet was covered with seaweed, but judging from the movement of the limbs the suit was not empty.—The Mysterious Flask (2009)
crinkly bills, checkered yellow cabs, the flutter and whirl of cards on table, drink in hand, fresh hair, shampoo and soap, ironed clothes, snug and soft / somewhere in the night awaits a hot tub under the starry skyline, delirious bubbles, green bottle, clink of glass and scent of bush, dreamy towels to wipe water or sweat from pliant skin, lipstick to lick, silver bracelet to slide from tender wrist / there we will go this night and every night after as we will, smiles, adventure, joy, music, happy renewal in the chill fresh air, and safe, always safe / no unreal paradise, here are condoms & liquor, moon & wood, magazines & corner shops, plush carpet & friendly dogs / fashions no know time, plastic has its charms / verdant rose with its dangerous stem(2010)
TO: Assorted World Leaders and Private Individuals
RE: Words/Actions relationship
Please note for future reference that it is not, nor has it ever been, all right to deliberately say one thing and then do another.
Activities conforming to this definition shall henceforth be grounds for laying off.
So much sea life, birds, insects and other animals already irradiated, first in detonations—then silently, invisibly.(2011)
Now that day has joined the best memories in my thoughts: it lives in my dreams, alongside the living, tender summer's night, the ancient attic, the warm embrace of a dear friend. I have a place for it: a safe, golden egg that fits the memory perfectly and closes around it on well-oiled hinges.
I place the egg on its shelf. I'll leave the door of the cupboard open, I think, for I'm heading back to the garden soon.—We Walked Together (2000)
A visit to my old home town made me realise how far north we are over here. As far as the eye could see through the windows of the afternoon bus, all was Arctic darkness and snow, trees and fields, with even lit windows a rare sight. Breathtakingly beautiful but also bitterly desolate, a land of dark forest gods and crystal silence.(2010)
a porch in autumn
rainfall measured by old eyes
warm blanket in lap(2010)
Social networking used to be an incredible pain. Before Facebook we had to make do with its predecessor, Easter Island. Folks today think they got troubles, but back then updating took years, crashes shook the earth and viruses could ruin your whole life. (And the memes you do not even want to think about.)(2010)
This is Control speaking. There will be no bananas tonight.
We have yet to reach a decision concerning the proposed restriction on access to Facebook.
As for the numerous requests for progress reports, all we can divulge at this point is that while monkey #1,785,746 did indeed produce one of the plays yesterday, it was only Troilus and Cressida, so we threw it away as statistically insignificant.
…there I was, walking. It was raining cats and dogs. Well, I say cats and dogs, but I mean water. But I knew the cats and dogs were out there, somewhere. Lying in wait. Or just around. I could smell them. Or at least they could have smelled me if they were ten feet from me. Make that twenty feet.—True Detective Story (2010)
When the snows came, it was like a benediction. It was as if nature had pulled back her fist at the last moment. Or so it seemed. Few knew at the time that this was not going to be a winter like any other.(2010)
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“We coalesced into this miracle amidst the stars, and may only know one thing with certainty: the end, when it comes, will also be in the glare or glow of mystic starlight.”