January 2010
13 posts
Two random old poems of mine
“The Wild Witch” I cannot sleep without I dream And find the crooked path. I do not know which way I take Or near how long I last. Winds grow wide and paths blow tall Until my spinning sense comes back. The Wild Witch within my mind Gifts me with the craft I lack.
“Morning Curdles” (needs an actual name…)
Morning curdles against The scar of Nothing. Promises of an empty ...
Artificial Identity?
What happens when your identity (maybe personality is a better word?) exists only in a digital sense? Are you still a person? If not, then what are you? What are the boundaries of a “person?” Does “personhood” need materiality and in what sense of the word?
Think Caprica or BSG and the questions of identity brought about through artificial intelligence.
“Horchata” by Vampire Weekend. Making...
Writing and Dreams of London Life →
When I pause for a moment in my world of distraction, the procrastination I create for myself, I find my center of creativity and desire. The two flow together easily and I want to be more creative….
Blogs, Books, Battlestar Galactica →
As always, I take my sweet time getting back to updating Livejournal. I’ll admit I’ve been on Twitter more (much shorter updates) instead of here. Now, I have a Tumblr account and I’m actually…
Memories of Melusine
Working today on setting up this account, I got all caught up in the importance of the name of this blog and the url. Silly as it seems, it sent me thumbing through my favorite books and memories of tv shows or movies. I almost went with something from Battlestar Galactica, but instead I went literary. Back to A.S. Byatt’s Possession and all its loveliness. Seems I have a thing for...
“What are they
Who haunt our dreams and weaken our desires
And turn us from the...”
– -A.S. Byatt, Possession
