Archive for December, 2018

an octopus …

What a great poem, and observation.

Read Between the Minds

the brown bag prophet
was looking
at
a national geographic book
he had received
as
a christmas gift
he
stopped me
and
said
did you know
that
an octopus
is
a spineless creature
that has
poisonous ink
strong enough
to
subdue typical prey
the black ink
is also
used
as an
escape mechanism
says here
that
the soft body
can
rapidly
alter shape
enabling
the creature
to squeeze through
small gaps
also says
it’s
a predatory bottom-dweller
using its
suckers
for grasping
and
catching prey
oh
and
it has a big mouth
now
doesn’t that
remind you
of
someone
in
washington

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December 31, 2018 at 5:15 am Leave a comment

Book Review: New Dimensions 3, ed. Robert Silverberg (1973) (Le Guin + Tiptree, Jr. + Lafferty + Malzberg + Effinger + et al.)

More information of science fiction from the past keeping the thoughts of minds from the past alive.

Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations


(Dennis Anderson’s cover for the 1973 edition)

4/5 (Collated rating: Good)

For an anthology, bound to contain a filler story or two, this one is spectacular. Robert Silverberg’s New Dimensions 3 (1973) lives up to his claim to contain “stories that demonstrate vigorous and original ways [often experimental] of approaching the body of ideas, images, and concepts that is science fiction” yet do not sacrifice “emotional vitality, or clarity of insight.” Ursula K. Le Guin, with her rumination on utopias, and James T. Tipree, Jr.’s proto-cyberpunk tale of commercialism and performing gender, deliver some of their best work.

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December 28, 2018 at 10:52 pm Leave a comment

Adventures in Science Fiction Cover Art: The Dark Depths and Haunting Layers of Michel Jakubowski

This blog keeps past science fiction alive, along with writers and artists long forgotten. He deserves a reward for what he does.

Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations


(Fiction 114, May 1963)

Whenever it is Philippe Curval’s birthday I am pulled back into the fascinating world of French SF cover art–in particular the magazine Fiction, which, during its early years, had an utterly different aesthetic than anything found on American magazines. As I desperately want to read his novels (the vast majority remain untranslated), I can only enjoy the magazine covers he created in the 50s (Part I and Part I of my series on his photocollages).

This is all to say, I have chosen another lesser known artist for Fiction to showcase, Michel Jakubowski. This post which continues a loose series I’ve cobbled together on Adventures in French Science Fiction Cover Art (list below). I cannot find any information on him online. Perhaps he’s related to the more famous French SF author and editor Maxim

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December 28, 2018 at 1:58 am Leave a comment

having hear of a second border child’s death…

What have we become?

Read Between the Minds

the brown bag prophet
stood staring
at
the night sky
his breath
beneath
the
street lights
formed clouds
of
reflected doubt
for a second
he
held his breath
and
said
as he
viewed
the city’s
apartments
so many
empty prayers
offered
this night
words
said
without faith
just
an evening routine
an
offering
to the ears
of
children
or
parents
enforcing
some church mandate
or
for some
a loudly whispered
testimonial
of
their
undying belief
in
church protocol
offered
to
anyone
in earshot
said
as
convincingly
as
a two-year old’s denial
of
an act of mischief
but
the prophet
said
i
guess
it’s good
to
take out
an
insurance policy
every
now
and
then
especially when
uncertainty
rules
the heart
and
no actions
are
taken
to protect
the
innocent

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December 28, 2018 at 1:54 am Leave a comment

christmas eve…

Read Between the Minds

aunt bea
said
christmas eve
was always
a time
of
preparation
she said
we aunts
were busy cooking
some
of
your grandmother’s
favorite recipes
well
all of us except
one aunt
whose
efforts
in the kitchen
were discouraged
by all
she always
wanted to cook
like the folks
she worked for
no
sweet potato pie
or
chitlins for her
no
it had to be something fancy
from
a new york
gourmet magazine
most times
it was still there
at
the end of dinner
even with an army
of
children
and
adults
to be fed
then came christmas day
presents were amassed
around the tree
and
after dinner
which
most of the nieces
and
nephew
believed
was
an eternity
we’d open presents
well
just a sampling
of what
your parents had bought
the
really
good stuff
to appease
your appetites
it was a time
of
laughter
and
a time to give…

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December 25, 2018 at 5:48 am Leave a comment


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