Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Writ on Paper, Wrought in Stone (with Addendum)


An interior photo of Cologne Cathedral in Westphalia, Germany.

"This is what linked all people, she wanted to say, in spite of time and space; this joined them in a timelessness, a spacelessness, in a collective mind that transcended all boundaries. This is what endured forever and ever, as long as the painting was preserved, as long as the written word endured. Sappho's few words, Plato's, Homer's... The works of a great artist entered that other kind of reality, the words of a great poet lived there; this is what human history is all about, our efforts to transcend our limitations, our petty wars, our fears. We build our cathedrals, paint pictures, write our poetry, our music, all in the same effort to transcend ourselves. They fill the history books with trash about conquests, wars, treaties, but, these are transitory. The human spirit sails above them, yearning for that other reality... finding it in moments of great art..."

- Excerpt from Welcome Chaos, a science fiction novel by Kate Wilhelm first published in 1983. Inset right is an interior photo of the Cathédrale Saint-Pierre de Beauvais in Beauvais, France, found here. (Click images for larger views.)

"At about the same time Hugo began experimenting with a new approach to prose, based on telling the story of less than ideal characters—a poor bohemian girl, a deformed bell-ringer and a lecherous archdeacon—the three pillars of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Few fans of the novel, which has inspired several successful films, know that Hugo wrote it to save the famous Gothic cathedral of Notre Dame from demolition. During the Revolution Notre Dame had been used as a saltpetre plant. By the nineteenth century it had suffered so much neglect that builders wanted to reuse its stones for bridge construction. Gothic art was then regarded as ugly and offensive; so Hugo’s choice of the location was deliberate: it linked the grotesque characters with the ugly art. The first three chapters of the novel are a plea to preserve Gothic architecture—in Hugo’s words, a “gigantic book of stone,” which he, as a Romantic, found beautiful."

- Excerpt from How Did Victor Hugo Save the Famous Cathedral of Notre Dame From Demolition?  The photos - inset above and below - are of the famous Notre Dame (de Paris) gargoyles which were found here.

“He therefore turned to mankind only with regret. His cathedral was enough for him. It was peopled with marble figures of kings, saints and bishops who at least did not laugh in his face and looked at him with only tranquillity and benevolence. The other statues, those of monsters and demons, had no hatred for him – he resembled them too closely for that. It was rather the rest of mankind that they jeered at. The saints were his friends and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and kept watch over him. He would sometimes spend whole hours crouched before one of the statues in solitary conversation with it. If anyone came upon him then he would run away like a lover surprised during a serenade.”

- Excerpt from Victor Hugo's 1831 gothic masterpiece The Hunchback of Notre-Dame.


“Everything has been said about these great churches,” Rilke wrote. “Victor Hugo penned some memorable pages on Notre-Dame in Paris, and yet the action of these cathedrals continues to exert itself, uncannily alive, inviolate, mysterious, surpassing the power of words.… Notre-Dame grows each day, each time you see it again it seems even larger.” 

- Rainer Maria Rilke quote from a 2014 New Yorker article (7th in a series): Street of the Iron Po(e)t by Henri Cole.

"This time, Paris was just what I had expected: difficult. And I feel like a photographic plate that has been exposed too long, in that I remain forsaken to this powerful influence... Out of fright I went right off Sunday to Rouen. An entire cathedral is necessary to drown me out... Would you believe that the glance of a woman passing me in a quiet lane in Rouen so effected me that I could see almost nothing afterward, could not collect myself? Then gradually the beautiful cathedral was finally there, the legends of her densely filled windows, where earthly events shine through and one sees the blood of its colors."

- From a 1913 letter by Rainer Maria Rilke to Russian-born psychoanalyst - life-long friend and one-time lover - Lou Andreas-Salomé. Inset left is an interior shot of Rouen Cathedral found here. Inset right is one of series of paintings of Rouen by Claude Monet (and here). Inset left (below) is another.

"Ours, the scientists keep telling us, is a universe, which is disposable. You know it might be just this one anonymous glory of all things, this rich stone forest, this epic chant, this gaiety, this grand choiring shout of affirmation, which we choose when all our cities are dust, to stand intact, to mark where we have been, to testify to what we had it in us, to accomplish."

- Orson Welles, from his 1975 docudrama Vérités et mensonges ("Truths and lies") which focuses on the career of an art forger. The "stone forest" in the quote was a reference to the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres.

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This is another of the 3 posts I had been working on - apart from the previous one - and it was a post I personally needed to create at the time. That is to say, like Rilke, I found myself (emotionally and spiritually) needing "an entire cathedral" to contain my high anxiety. Generally, I might have relied on the sight of Sandia Crest - mountains and cathedrals, after all, have a great deal in common in a symbolic sense... they both represent the union of the cosmos and earth - but there's an underlying order in the structure of a cathedral, an authentic Sacred Geometry evidenced by features like the (south) rose window (inset left) from the Cathedral Notre-Dame de Paris. What the mountain might intimate, the cathedral spells out in no uncertain terms. In this case, the source: the "dame," lady or mother, the infinite symmetry of the circular form from which the cathedral unfolded and inevitably returned.

(Appropriately) I'd been reading Kate Wilhelm's apocalyptic "Welcome Chaos"... and came across the first paragraph (quoted above) which ultimately inspired this interlude post. The quote resonated with me because it occurred to me recently that what is generally considered the history of the world is, for the most part, the history of war and the acquisition of territory. For the rest of humanity's long saga one ultimately has to turn elsewhere...

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Back to the Mountain




It snowed in the Sandias the other day for the first time this season - you might say my third "saison en enfer" - and, although I had just shot some mountain photos over the weekend (above and after the jump) well, I had to drive back. It is, after all, both my mission and my pleasure (emphasis on pleasure).

Speaking of which, and for the record, I'm holed up in a motel again... attempting to recuperate from a respiratory infection that's been going around as of late. It's one of the hazards of the road. More human contact = more human contagions. Can't get around it. 

The good news is that I'm sleeping in a real bed again. (Ah, the luxury!) And, for this brief respite, I have a benevolent cousin and her husband to thank, who (graciously) contributed to the "cause" (i.e., my survival) this Christmas; thereby prompting me to amend this statement from my previous post: "because, quite literally, it is my friends, and only my friends, who are currently keeping me alive." In reality, family members, too, are a portion of our human equation. You'll have to forgive me; no longer having an immediate family, I forget this at times.




On the other hand, for the sake of accuracy, perfect strangers sometimes arrive out of the blue, too, lending a helping hand when least expected. For instance, at one of my lowest points earlier in the survival game, a man I never met nor even saw before suddenly approached me while I sat in my vehicle in a department store parking lot, handing me $40 (!) and saying: "Homelessness can happen to anybody." I wouldn't take his money at first, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, briskly getting in his car and driving away before any of this could register. Later, I wondered, could this have been an angelic encounter? But, no, I'm fairly certain now - despite his timely (but unwarranted) generosity - he was, indeed, a human. It took some time for me to process the information, but, well, there you have it. Humans can be unbelievably kind with no ulterior motives at all. File that in your memory banks for a rainy day...

Saturday, October 21, 2017

The Starman and the Swan People (Part III): The Second Dream


The lid of a second (smaller) music box... (virtually) composed
of mother-of-pearl fragments inlaid into black stone, 2017, DS.
(Click to enlarge)

"I was visiting a strange city... and although I can't recollect having been there before, it wasn't totally unfamiliar to me. I was looking out a hotel window at the city lights and making plans to go out a bit later. David Bowie would be performing at a venue nearby and I planned on being there. The thing is, I was aware he had died the previous year, but somehow seeing him "live" in the present didn't seem unusual to me... it's as if it wasn't merely possible in this place I had come, but, to be expected.

The next thing I remember is that I was at an airport again... walking down a long sort of corridor from which passengers either board a plane or disembark. Suddenly, I thought I saw someone who looked like David Bowie moving towards me, but, he wasn't alone. Although I have no recollection of his companions, they seemed to be walking on either side of him and supporting him as he walked. He seemed unsteady and appeared to be in pain. His face - which was red as if sunburnt  - seemed somewhat distorted. In fact, my impression now is that he may possibly have been in the process shape-shifting, but, this didn't occur to me then, and, by the time we came face to face, he looked younger - in his thirties (?) - but perfectly normal.

We had a conversation then. I don't remember what it was about but DB was very charming and endearing, He came across as a kindred spirit but, ultimately, I felt somewhat sad and remorseful. I impulsively kissed and embraced him, saying "I'm so sorry I never met you while you were still alive."

At which point he looked at me and said: 'There are other lives.'

This so astounded me I woke up."

- The second dream recollection, February 10, 2017, DS. The lovely man with sax (inset left) can be found here.

“Being imbued with a vividly active imagination still, I have brilliantly Technicolor dreams. They’re very, very strong. The ‘what if?’ approach to life has always been such a part of my personal mythology, and it’s always been easy for me to fantasise a parallel existence with whatever’s going on. I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we’ve made of them, really. I’m quite Jungian about that. The dream state is a strong, active, potent force in our lives.

The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey. Combining the two, the place where the two worlds come together, has been important in some of the things I’ve written, yes.

That other life, that doppelganger life, is actually a dark thing for me. I don’t find a sense of freedom in dreams; they’re not an escape mechanism. In there, I’m usually, ‘Oh, I gotta get outta this place!’ The darker place. So that’s why I much, much prefer to stay awake.”

- David Bowie, from a 4-part 2013 interview: "I'm Hungry for Reality".
Inset left is Leonora Carrington's And Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur, 1953. Note: All Carrington paintings used in the body of this post can be found on this page.

"Another dream-determinent that deserves mention is telepathy. The authenticity of this phenomenon can no longer be disputed today. It is of course, very simple to deny its existence without examining the evidence, but that is an unscientific procedure which is unworthy of notice. I have found by experience that telepathy does in fact influence dreams, as has been asserted since ancient times. Certain people are particularly sensitive in this respect and often have telepathically influenced dreams."

- Carl Jung from his 1974 publication: Dreams.

"The Chinese also developed interesting theories regarding how mental and psychic functioning depends upon different energy forms. They considered the dreamer's soul to be one of the principle agencies of dream production but made a distinction between the material soul or p'o, which regulated body functioning and ceased with its death, and the spiritual soul or hun, which left the body at death and carried the appearance of the body with it. It was the hun that was involved in dreams, because it could separate temporarily from the body for nighttime excursions to the land of the dead. There it would communicate with spirits or souls of the dead and return to the body with impressions from these visits."

- Excerpt from Our Dreaming Mind by Robert L. Van de Castle, Ph.D. (1927-2014). Inset right is the painting Dervault by Leonora Carrington.

"Reveal thyself to me
and let me behold a favorable dream.
May the dream that I dream be favorable;
may the dream that I dream be true.
May Makhir, the goddess of dreams, stand at my head;
let me enter the temple of the gods and the house of life."

- Prayer of a Mesopotamian "incubant" or dream-seeker.* Note: Dream incubation is the ancient ritual of going to sleep in a sacred place in anticipation of receiving a helpful or precognitive dream from a divine benefactor. It was common in ancient Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece, Rome and amongst the earliest Christians.

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Well, finally, after stalling for so long, I decided to cut-to-the-chase and post both the second dream and the new music box lid right at the beginning of Part III (the last part) of this series. I can only hope they were worth waiting for.

It's funny, but when I read over my dream recollection above, a track from Bowie's LowA New Career in a New Town - started going through my head. Which was kind of appropriate. One (unmentioned) element of Bowie's performance in the strange city of my dream is that it was to take place in a small, intimate venue. And, you might say, that for Bowie to be performing in small, intimate venues would (indeed) be a "new career"...


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

When Inner Worlds and Outer worlds Collide


Kepler-62f (Artist's Concept)



"Exoplanets including WASP-3b, HAT-P-5b, GJ 758 b and c, HD 178911 Bb, HD 177830 b, TrES-1, and HD 173416 b have been discovered in Lyra. In January 2010 the Kepler Mission announced the discovery of the additional planets Kepler-7b, Kepler-8b, and three planets around Kepler-9 are expected to be the first of many discovered by the mission, which has a significant part of its field of view in Lyra.

In April 2013, it was announced that of the five planets orbiting Kepler-62, at least two -- Kepler-62e and Kepler-62f -- are within the boundaries of the habitable zone of that star, where scientists think liquid water could exist, and are both candidates for being a solid, rocky, earth-like planet. The exoplanets are 1.6 and 1.4 times the diameter of Earth respectively, with their star Kepler-62 at a distance of 1,200 light-years."

- excerpt from the Wiki entry for Lyra


"Claiming to be an extraterrestrial from a planet called 'K-PAX' about one thousand light years away in the Lyra constellation, Prot (rhyming with the word "goat", played by Kevin Spacey) is committed to the Psychiatric Institute of Manhattan where psychiatrist Mark Powell (Jeff Bridges) begins to evaluate him as a delusional."

- via the IMb synopsis for the film K-PAX


"In the film Contact, the message intercepted by Jodi Foster's character is coming from Vega, the brightest star in the Lyra constellation."

- excerpt from the Wiki entry for Lyra


"...I created my own female ET religious order at some point in the early 1970's, for a sci-fi children's story: the Makyrr. The Makyrr were an avian race, originating from somewhere in the constellation of Lyra, who seeded a number of habitable planets with a variety of organic life. Andromeda, however, is not a representation of a Makyrr, who wore winged headdresses and had more bird-like features."

- an excerpt from my previous post, Andromeda: She Who Waits


"There is one group of entities who are mammals, yet are oriented toward Lyran principles (Lyra being the mother group), and whose features are very different from humanoid. One particular group resembles what you call alien. The body type of these entities would be what you call ectomorph, very thin, almost frail and birdlike. The facial structure is more angular, sharper, resembling a bird, though these are still mammals. The eyes are birdlike. The hair is not feathered, but is of a different quality that can resemble feathers, if you are not touching it or in close proximity to it. It was also ceremoniously adorned in a certain way that made it look like feathers."

- excerpt from a "channeled" message, 1992, Lyssa Royal Holt



"Even if humanity ultimately takes the dirtnap, the discovery of a living extrasolar planet seems almost inevitable. I wonder what our response will be, gazing at some tantalizing and alien world orbiting another star. What will we have done to ourselves -- and how might our collective predicament color our reception of a confirmed extraterrestrial biosphere?

Although real enough, the new Earth will also play a formative role in our imaginations; it promises to be a liminal frontier as well as an astrobiological focal point -- the locus of new myths, an imaginal haven forged of memes old and new, a distant and beckoning mirror."


- Mac Tonnies, 2006, excerpt from this archived Posthuman Blues blog entry

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Okay, maybe "collide" is too dramatic a term, but, it sounds more aesthetically pleasing than "converge". And, while reality isn't exactly imitating art in this instance, it's alluding to it. 

In this case, I'm referring to the recent discovery of the habitable planets, Kepler-62e and Kepler-62f, in the constellation Lyra. I wasn't even aware that there are at least 2 known star systems in that constellation, but, hey, the more, the merrier.

For whatever reason, Lyra has always attracted the creators of science fiction, specifically it's largest and most brightest star, Vega. Other popular speculative hotspots would include Alpha Centauri, the Pleiades constellation, and Sirius, but, my heart has always belonged to Lyra, although Cygnus (in which another "habitable" exoplanet was recently found) and the Pleiades are also personal favorites.

Why is it that certain stars attract us? And, more importantly, why are we moved to create new mythologies about them? Because, we are creating new mythologies - specifically alien, ET mythologies - seemingly on a daily basis. Case in point, Zeta Reticuli, home to Betty and Barney Hill's gray aliens; an older meme, perhaps, but an effective one.

Lyssa Royal Holt, via her guide Germain, has created an entire alien-classification system (see the "message" link above). Oddly enough, she - and/or her muse - may have been describing the "Makyrr" (in the quote above).

Below, (for your amusement) is an excerpt from a 1999 draft of "The Legend of the Kastar and Makyrr" which was to appear in the appendix of an adult sci-fi version of an original children's story of mine. Odd thing about the Makyrr... but, after all these years they still resonate with me, and have become an element of my own, personal mythology, to the degree that they continue to resurface in things I write. Although this excerpt is rather dry, I'm hoping it may inspire you to ferret out your own private aliens... my guess is that many of us harbor, at least, a few.


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(Note: Actually, this was not the intended post for this time-slot. I've been working on something else that was to introduce a succession of posts - of which this may have been one. I know I also mentioned another Patron Saint post in the works. This too is on hold. For reasons beyond my control, all labor-intensive work is almost impossible to pull off at this time. Bear with me.)

(Additional note: Incidentally, regarding Metastructures, which seems to be constellating on this blog lately, the original name of the violet "trident" symbol, and, arguably, the most important symbol of the four (it was, essentially, the code-breaker) was... Lyra. Also, for a short time, I privately referred to the deck as "Lyraen Temple".)


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"It was the second band of settlers that concerns us here, however, and these came from a system in the vicinity of Antares. They called themselves the Kastarae, or Kastars. This was not so much the name of their species as it was a designation of their status which was, more or less, that of an elevated biologist; biology having become an almost arcane science on their home planet at that time. Though human-like in proportion, they were, for the most part, reptilian, with blunted features and webbed extremities. Their eyes were most singular in that the lids were transparent and the pupils elongated slits. The irises were a pale, metallic color and it was said that to look into the eyes of a Kastar brought madness to even the most stalwart of psyches.

The band that arrived on Zin were composed of nine males, renegades predominantly, who came, not so much in the interests of their home planet, nor with the intention of studying the mineral composition of Galazindra. Their mission, covert in application, altruistic in intent, was to design and propagate new organic life forms, experiments which were strictly forbidden at all points in their planetary system, and with good reason; it was just such experiments that eventually decimated all members of the female gender. There were, allegedly, no females of the species remaining. The males propagated themselves by cloning.

They settled west of the great ocean that divided the two major land masses of Zin, on an arid peninsula comprising what is now considered Mohan, bordering on what is now a desert. (see "Galadan"). The remnants of their collapsable domes can be found there still; they were made of materials designed to last long after their creators. Unbeknownst to the Kastars, however, they had not arrived on an utterly deserted planet. East and north of their encampment, across the great ocean in an area that eventually became the doomed Ebwydya, existed a settlement of an entirely different race. These came from a system located in the constellation of Lyra. They called themselves the Makyrr.

Apparently, as in the case of the Kastarae, whether by some design of fate, or merely an embellishment added by later chroniclers, the Makyrr numbered nine. In contrast to the reptilian nature of the Kastarae, however, the Makyrr were the vestiges of a predominately avian race and were vaguely bird-like in appearance, their beak-like noses furrowing into nondescript thin lips, their skin - while not fully feathered - exhibited a pale down in various ares of their anatomy, similar to the hair on a human body. The major difference, however, lay in the eyes; the eyes of the Makyrr were uniformly dark with an enlarged round pupil, and the color of the iris, which entirely filled the eye, varied from indigo, to violet, to a deep sienna. Unlike the fixed, metallic stare of a Kastar, the eyes of a Makyrr induced tranquility.

An interesting symmetrical aspect was that the Makyrr were wholly female in gender. Unlike the Kastarae, however, the Makyrr were an exclusively mystic order, members of a race that most certainly had a thriving male gender, though, comparable to the human monastic orders on Earth, the Makyrr were not disposed to consort with them. Which is not to say the Makyrr did not breed. They bred, in fact, female progeny that were wholly Makyrr, through a self-induced process of parthenogenesis. And, this was not the only ability the Makyrr possessed. Amongst their many attributes, levitation - a recessive expression of their ancestor's ability to fly - and weather manipulation among them, they could, under certain circumstances it was said, reverse the state of decay in certain organisms.

The presence of the Makyrr on Zin has never been fully explained, though it is likely that some variety of breeding program was, as with the Kastarae, part of their agenda. In the case of the Makyrr, it was most likely confined to forms of vegetation, possibly extending to several simple organisms which contributed to said flora's survival. Certainly the amazing variety of plant life that was said to have flourished exclusively in Ebwydya gives credence to the legend, but unfortunately, apart from a handful of place names, little physical evidence exists. Ebwydya was decimated by an asteroid in the third millennium and, as to the fate of the original Makyrr, history is silent."

- Excerpt from The Legend of the Kastar and the Makyrr, 1999, Dia Sobin


Makyrr - early sculptural model - DS 1984




Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Andromeda - She Who Waits


Image: Andromeda - Digital - 2006, DS
Litany Against Fear - 1965, Frank Herbert


"In Frank Herbert's 1965 novel Dune, the Bene Gesserit are a secretive matriarchal order who have achieved somewhat superhuman abilities through physical and mental conditioning and the use of the drug melange. Under the guise of humbly "serving" the Empire, the Sisterhood is in fact a major power in the universe, using its many areas of influence to subtly guide mankind along the path of their own plan for humanity's future."

- Wiki entry for "Bene Gesserit"



If serenity is the flip-side of fear, then that might explain why my 2006 image,"Andromeda", came to mind recently. But, it's hard to say, because Andromeda was a muse-generated image, and, in that tradition, no pre-meditation was involved, nor significance implied. I simply knew when my work was correct, incorrect, and when it was finished - not consciously what it represented.

In keeping with muse tradition, the name "Andromeda", itself, was spontaneously given. But, figuring it might be a clue to where I want to go with this post - as I came to the conclusion I should post the image -  I did my obligatory pre-post web-search.

The Greek myth of Andromeda, itself, told me nothing. A damsel in distress is saved by a hero, in this case Perseus... eventually begets his spawn, and then is transformed into a heavenly body: the "Chained Maiden". *

That story.

Regarding the Andromeda galaxy, while there are a couple of anomalies (see here and here), the most remarkable thing about it is the possibility it may crash or merge with our own Milky Way in about 4.5 billion years.**

Perhaps that's what "she who waits"  is waiting for...

Originally, my own take on the image, was that it reminded me of an icon of some extraterrestrial - or, perhaps, futuristic posthumanist - religious figure. Something along the lines of Frank Herbert's Bene Gesserits from his 1965 sci-fi (or, better yet, "psi-fi") novel Dune.

Then again, I created my own female ET religious order at some point in the early 1970's, for a sci-fi children's story: the Makyrr. The Makyrr were an avian race, originating from somewhere in the constellation of Lyra, who seeded a number of habitable planets with a variety of organic life. Andromeda, however, is not a representation of a Makyrr, who wore winged headdresses and had more bird-like features.

Then, I got to thinking about female religious orders... but, specifically those of fiction and fantasy, and utterly unrelated to Christian nunneries and the like (i.e., those orders devoted to the prevalent patriarchal dogma). And, it came to me that perhaps many women unconsciously enfold their own inner Bene Gesserit; a subliminal response to the male deities, male saviors and male excuses for the subjugation of the female gender, with which women been conditioned with since infancy.

And then the eureka moment arrived when my cousin, with whom I'm staying - and who is, apparently, Catholic - mentioned that a new Catholic pope was being designated today. Ah, said I...  so, there you have it... Andromeda, the perfect, heretical response. So serene, she's like the still point on an axis... silently smiling... waiting... waiting.


Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear
(an incantation)

"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."

- Frank Herbert, Dune, 1965


P.S. Incidentally, there may have been a female pope at one point in history, illustrated as one of the major arcana cards of the earlier tarot decks: see Pope Joan.


*  Interestingly, the name "Andromeda" actually translates from the Greek into: "ruler of men".

** (Update: 6/7/13) Then again, according to this recent article, Andromeda already has collided with the Milky Way in the long past!

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10/13/15 Update: 
I've just exchanged the Andromeda image for the Litany Against Fear/Andromeda mash-up you now see at the beginning of the post. Recently, I printed it out and hung it on the wall by my computer. Feel free to do the same.




Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Ray Bradbury (8/22/1920 - 6/5/2012...)





“A long time back, she thought, I dreamed a dream, and was enjoying it so much when someone wakened me, and that day I was born. And now? Now, let me see...She cast her mind back. Where was I? she thought. Ninety years...how to take up the thread and the pattern of that lost dream again? She put out a small hand. There...yes, that was it. She smiled. Deeper in the warm snow hill she turned her head upon her pillow. That was better. Now, yes, now she saw it shaping in her mind quietly, and with a serenity like a sea moving along an endless and self-refreshing shore. Now she let the old dream touch and lift her from the snow and drift her above the scarce-remembered bed.” 

― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine*

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Perhaps one of the most significant writers of the 20th Century died yesterday at the age of 91, but watching this video, one that I had found on the National Endowment of the Arts website a year or so ago, convinces me more than ever before that death must be an illusion, or merely another phase of life.

I haven't merely posted this video on my art blog as a tribute to a great man; I've included it here because, in it, Ray Bradbury - in a discussion regarding his "Farenheit 451", touches upon every conceivable facet of human creativity... with humor, warmth, wisdom, and a vitality that can only belong to one has envisioned - and come to terms with - his own immortality.

See you on Mars, Ray!

P.S. And a trip to Mars may happen sooner than any of us think... check this out!


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An essay by Bradbury published Monday, June 4, 2012 in the New Yorker can be found here.

* Dandelion Wine, a favorite of mine, and the novel that Bradbury noted as his "most deeply personal work" was expected to join the list of screenplays that have been adapted from his novels - "The Illustrated Man" and "Farenheit 451" leap to mind - via this article from the summer of last year.

"Drinking the Dandelion Wine of Ray Bradbury" by Alice Hoffman.