pjthompson: poetry (redrose)
In the birthplace of light the shadowmongers slink into the cracks in the stones, always waiting to seep back out. They know night is inevitable, even in that hallowed space.

Yet the light does not despair because the shadowmongers must return again to the chinks and cracks and crevices when the light comes back, cresting the eastern horizon, sometimes dimmed by clouds and storm, but always there.

Neither side ever wins completely, as neither side is defeated forever. Those caught in the war between them must always remember that and take nothing for granted. The fight is eternal.

Nothing is permanent. Everything changes. The eternal verities cannot be counted on. There is no Golden Rule unless we make it in our hearts. Many would rather forget this.

They sit in their huts shivering, even on warm days, even with a fire roaring in the hearth, those who would rather forget the nourishing of their souls. They want a paint-by-number theology that does not require deep reflection. And so the mirrors of their souls show nothing at all.

Their lives are a hollow pit, but the Fog of Reckoning creeps beneath the door and down the chimney, reminding them of what they do not want to see, turning soul’s blood to ice.

The Universe is always in balance, wheeling one way then the other until something crashes, something slips, something falls. Then patiently, the Universe rises again, back on the balance beam, struggling once more to recover.

We are here, on the edge of forever, waiting to see which way we will slip. But the light shines on, never more than a temporary prisoner of the night. The light shines on.

Eternal.

Dream day

Aug. 8th, 2013 09:36 am
pjthompson: quotes (quotei)

Random quote of the day:

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

—Edgar Allan Poe, “Eleonora”

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Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

 

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

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Random quote of the day:


"Nothing is poetical if plain daylight is not poetical; and no monster should amaze us if the normal man does not amaze. All this talk of waiting for experiences in order to write is simply a confession of incapacity to experience anything."

—G. K. Chesterton, “The New ‘Experience Philosophy,’” The Illustrated London News, March 7, 1931



I had such a hard time deciding which picture to use to illustrate this quote, but I finally decided on the one I thought would least overpower the quote itself:



Illustrated version. )


Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.
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I've come across a number of s/f/f books lately that have gotten generally good reviews and are generally good books—well imagined, inventive, lovely prose, doing fairly well with the genre cognoscenti—and yet the writers can't write action scenes worth beans.

This is not just a matter of taste, I don't think, but a general misperception of how action scenes should be written. Action requires a language all its own, a pacing all its own, and if a writer tries to approach it with the same literary style in which they describe, for instance, the shimmering dance of light on water, then they are going to wind up with passive and lifeless scenes.

Action requires shorter, punchier sentences, activist verbs that carry a wallop. It needs jazz--flexible and improvisational jazz--not a classical quartet. Make the characters jump, don't go stringing them through the air like clouds on a windless day. Make them move and twist, don't go all minuet and lyrical. Above all, make them feel, let 'em hurt and sweat and pull some muscles. Give them room to move and flex and range across the page. Don't skim over it and hope no one notices. Because somebody will notice. Maybe even feel cheated.

Me, I blame Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and its clones. Maybe some graphic novels, too. Don't get me wrong: I like both of these things, but they make action look balletic, lyrical, elegant. They make blood just another interesting color choice—a clash, a harmony, a bright flare on the screen or graphic page.

But it doesn't work that way with the printed word. I think it's possible to write an elegant action scene; I think it's possible to write an action scene that comes off the page and sets the reader's mind on fire; I think sometimes it's possible to do both at the same time. But not if you use passive verbs, and not if you try to rush through it because action just isn't your thing. Learn to write action scenes, learn their hidden language and separate magic. Action and sex are two sides of the same coin: the only way to carry them off is to face them directly and go into the experience. Skirting the edges, or confusing them with the luminous gold of daffodils reflected in a dark window, will only lead to cheating the reader and making your action and sex scenes not much more than a hill of beans.

Or, at least, that's the way I see at it.


Random quote of the day:

"I am not superstitious, but my scepticism wanes at night and returns with daylight."

—John Maddox Roberts, SPQR V: Saturnalia

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