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the hard lane
there are fast lanes that do not wait,
we either get crushed,
or get there sooner,
or we can stand by to see the rush,
and think of falling,
and rising water. -
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The fictional series, Babel Rising, written in the period 1998-1999, breathes of technologies that, at the turn of the century, were just about emerging. By now, in 2018, a lot of these technologies are almost ubiquitous already: large-screen video walls, Internet-enabled smart ovens & refrigerators (just attend consumer electronics shows where leading developers the likes of Samsung, LG, Apple, Google present their latest wares to find out what’s out there already on the Internet of Things); intelligent personal assistants (such as the Alexa app), artificial intelligence (AI) content writers, poet-bots, chat-bots…
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car park interrupted, photography by SSJ, 2018
last man standing under the moon
this day each day the clock reminds
my eyes are tired as if i do not know,
the dark room unclasps me into the dusk
to grapple with bleary visions of tomorrow,
i am the last man standing under the moon -
Graphics is a mashup by SSJ from pixabay.com pictures contributed by xresch, PublicDomainPictures, cocoparisienne and Marisa04
4 – At 4:00 am
At 4:00 am, Salm woke up with the ethereal feeling that the whole night sky was shining through the window. His tabletop, tilted 110o to face his bed, was glowing softly. It was strange that his favorite pillow was almost inaudibly but repeatedly playing one of his mother’s favorite classics, Tchaikovsky’s Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. He had expected to be roused up later in the morning by some strong vocals sung a cappella, as that was what the agent was bringing him for several mornings now. It must be one of those times when the agent was playfully glitchy and did not exactly do what it was supposed to do, or, Salm wondered, did Mother mess around with my agent?
On the dimly glowing tabletop, below the small headings on ownership copyrights, bibliographical information, addresses and all that legal speak, Salm read the following:
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image is mashed up by SSJ from pixabay.com images of Eduardo-Silva and OpenClipart-Vectors
the unshining
there were these smart crows
who picked open the house locks,
and watched late night shows.© said sadain, jr. 2018
Author’s Note:
If you’ve seen that 1980 movie of Stanley Kubrick, The Shining, then you would already be familiar with the story of Jack Torrance, a writer who accepts the work of being a caretaker to an isolated hotel closed down for the winter, hoping to cure his writer’s block in the solitude of it all. Things do not turn out well for Jack and his writing though. The story slickly, horribly unravels to tell us that no sir, you cannot have your work and your play both at the same time!!!
- when the lustered sea embraces the sand, is it to claim or cede its flotsam? when my mind sails with the rolling wind, is it to cast or catch a sparkle?
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