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Writer's Block: Planet's Rights

[Error: unknown template qotd] The question really is how do i feel about dumb-ass lazy scientists
and those unwilling to redraw the text books.

Ah hey - it's easier than teaching kids to remember Varuna, Ixion, DW2004, UB313
and all the other newly discovered wonders, right?
Yeah, we'll just teach the kidz WRONG STUFF!

And don't  give me that Kuiper Belt line,
it aint no astronomical get out of jail free card godsdammit.

Ask people how many moons does the Earth have?
Have you ever heard of Cruithne?
Motherfrakkers.


Get Tetchy with Colonel Tigh (image via ok-cleek.com)



yay astronomy!

Fragments of a fic

(This was some fooling about with a possible conclusion to the Shepherd Book arc in my firefly fan-fic.

The opening and closing bits are from the deleted early version of 'Spiritual' from last year, 'prisoner 232323' was overtaken by a similarly themed fic by someone else - credit to them - which is why I changed tack. The Scarlet section could easily expand (and actually has roots in something from the early 90s) - and it's something of a double in-joke. For that reason I haven't actually bothered to expand it!

I'm not working on this any more - my momentum has stopped so feel free to cast an eye over the bones.

As well as these sorts of character try-outs, I usually have a very detailed and numbered plot grid thing that I work out months before writing a story - in this case I wanted to try and wing it, like the old daze. I may post the rest of the pieces, not sure as yet. What ARE here are some characters, their perspectives and the beginning of a double timeline for Book and Bathgate Abbey. Hope they're of interest and not just an indulgent piece of fan wank. Everything is PG, no naughtiness in my FF-fics y'know!))

 

The Left Hand of Book - Fragments:

The Priest was gazing with interest at the pensive figure of Shepherd Book, unaware of just how much the Shepherd’s face was a mirror right now.

 

Book shook his head, coming out of his thoughts. “It’s not right of course.”

 

“Something on your mind Shepherd?”

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and yet - and yet - the wilderness...
the big why - what - wherefore - of wilderness...

even in the bleak sepia of a diane arbus...
even in the arid rusty memories of a son of woody guthrie
with the son in his eyes and the dust under his nails...

even in the sun-baked exhortations and wallowing efforts of a cracked earth girl...

we evoke the wilderness when we are separated from it -
the dry sea of biblical mystery
the silence between realms -
the weary way of the footfalls of a refugee nation
and a smiling egyptian martian enigma
we - do - not - understand - it

yet we evoke evoke evoke

singing cryptic symbol; the bush, the blighted tree,
twisted into a rosy cross
the ragged flapping of a clothes lines,
a cord, a piece of old string, the worn boots
that patti smith clings to as a souvenir of her valedictory trampin'...

we sing oblique hymns to the place where language falls away from us .


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 this was a spontaneous reply to somebody - but a few people have said they liked it (!)
so i've copied it across to here.