Monstrous

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In my dream I commanded giants, one of them natural, the other a robot. Their literal-minded loyalty terrified me. This is my sister, I said, protect her with your lives. But what could we do when the sky had turned to such implacable concrete? I woke to moonlight & an air so still I could hear a trickle from the measureless caverns under the front lawn.

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Immediately after I turn on the computer, a pop-up appears with a minor fanfare of bleats. Symantec Security Alert: A remote computer tried to connect to your computer on a port commonly used by a Trojan horse.

So this is Troy! The armies at the gates are all Greeks, then, & we the barbarians, erecting barriers to foreign investment & the free trade in fictions launched from Olympus.

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The make-believe conservative talk-show host asks the bestselling guru, Do you exfoliate?

And something else I heard yesterday that made me chuckle: a British friend describing the output of another bestselling author as monstrous twaddle.

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12 Responses to Monstrous

  1. Zhoen says:

    I have linked this collection of Simulacra to the Fortean Times Breaking News. Very worthy.

  2. Peter says:

    Sometimes Plummer’s Hollow reminds me of Sleepy Hollow. As a schoolteacher who is rumored to have studied law, I may not visit you until my nerve returns.

  3. bill says:

    Twaddle, piffle, tarradiddle—all great Stuff. Pleated nonsense.

    “Nice monster baby, be nice now to Bill. That’s a good girl. Hey! No biting! Dave? Dave!”

  4. Dave says:

    Thanks, Zhoen – I appreciate that.

    Peter – If you visit, I promise to be on my best behavior – and turn up the stereo so you won’t hear all the things that go bump in the walls and crawlspaces.

    bill – I don’t have any control over the terradiddles. You’re on your own.

  5. Bosda says:

    Zhoen–Worthy? Worthy of what?

  6. patry says:

    I think you’ve located the special beauty of a brown and grey winter.

  7. Dave says:

    Thanks, patry. Better get used to it, I guess — in 30 years, they say, every winter will be as mild as this one has been so far (though I still have great hopes for the latter part of January, February and March!).

  8. Natalie says:

    Never any twaddle, monstrous or otherwise, from Via Negativa. But those tree-monster photos are stupendous. It’s tempting to think of giving them very slight tweaking in Phtoshp to bring out their prehistoric qualities even more.

  9. Dave says:

    What effects would you recommend? I don’t know how to do too many fancy things with Photoshop.

  10. Larry Ayers says:

    I have a particular fondness for monstrous trees. Rotting, injured, and deformed trees don’t cause the sympathetic horror inspired by similarly afflicted people!

  11. I enjoyed reading your thoughts inspired by these lucsious photographs or is that vice versa?
    Thank you for the email regarding Festival of Trees. I clicked on the link in your email looking for a “Festival of Trees” link, and was surprised that I see no icon here? Are my green eyed too bleary to find it here? No email needed. I’ll Google for the link.

    However, I was struck by the irony of your post regarding Odeo. I’m an artist (photography and fine arts) and a poet, too. In my current post, I used Odeo to record my poem. Again, these are terrific photos. I LOVE painting and photographing trees. It’s a treat to see another artist’s majestic work. Thank you

  12. Dave says:

    Glad you liked — and that you’re enjoying Odeo, too. Cheers.

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