January 8th, 2010
|12:34 pm - Grendel|
Now he is in the outfield
Who sometime did me seek
With naked foot pressing
The perforated deck
Poor John is frozen, yet will he melt
He will be the first
Into the egg chamber
Poor John, poor John
The devil hath clasped thy face
What is it that thrashes in the airlock
Haunting the sandstone corridors
What stops my lips
(You cannot take from me
Anything that I will more willingly part
Where is my companion
With no face
Who wraps my bones
I know these chains
For I have forged them link by link
Who speaks for me
What virus commandeers
The crew expendable
The signal is coming from inside the building
I fight it still, I fight it
Though I am the host
We also serve
Who fail thus to transmit
Corrupt the signal
Yet we broadcast it.
I'll read this several more times, but on the first two or three readings, I hear echoes Firefly and Serenity (in the "perforated deck" [see my icon], the commandeering virus, "you cannot take from me", we broadcast the signal, where is my companion).
Everything here suggests, echoes, reminds me of specific science fiction, but makes me work to create my own links to the culture that's coming from inside my mind.
Gosh. You have an icon for every eventuality. It's astonishing.
Not yet... but you just gave me an idea for another one.
Thank you, yes, that's what I was hoping. I wasn't thinking about Firefly, but that just goes to show. I am hoping to not say a particular thing, if that makes sense.