Love is a word, it’s a verb, it’s a noun,
It inspires and scares, resounds up and down,
It tickles the fancy, It draws up the fears,
It wakes up the dead, and quenches the years,
Love is a word, it’s a verb, it’s a noun,
It inspires and scares, resounds up and down,
It tickles the fancy, It draws up the fears,
It wakes up the dead, and quenches the years,
Reduces grown men to tears, women to sigh,
Children will learn, but til then wonder why,
It bonds up a family, makes friends, It’s the glue,
If untended for, anger, hate, pain will ensue,
Powerful beyond measure, a torrent of feel,
The potential it wields, the fate it can seal,
Poems, movies, theatre, literature, song,
All but mere vehicles for Love to ride on,
Love emancipates, infatuates, renders enslaved,
Love Mystifies, intensifies, rewards only the brave,
Her coils ensnare, her songs they entrance,
And drunk up on love, the heathens will dance,
You’ll find it in whispers, you’ll find it in screams,
In wishes, in hopes, in nightmares, sweet dreams
Love heals the Ill, Love sleighs the dragon
Love carries the future upon its bandwagon,
Always fashionable, relevant, current and present,
Expansive and infinite, priceless, unspent,
Oft unappreciated, underrated, blind and unseen,
Searched for in gestures, expressions, looks, acts, in between,
But Come Feb fourteen, after 365,
What is unseen, forces industry alive,
All these musings above, you know they are true,
They pale in comparison to what I’ve felt, feel and yearn for with You
“The only thing scarier than the aliens, are the humans” – Is that why I don’t like MK Williams? 😛
What do you do when the world has gone to Hell? What do you do when you are being hunted, and you know not why? What do you do when there is not time to stop, breathe, and strategize? What do you do when there is no sanctuary? What do you do? … You run for your life…
As a reader I have always been a fan of Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi, this is also evidenced in my movie and series choices when it comes to viewing. I am a reader born from Roald Dahl. I graduated to Stephen King and Anne Rice. I am also a huge fan of the Apocalyptic and Dystopian setting for novels. In fact, the drafted novel I have been working on for the last ten years of my procrastinating and unfocussed writing life, is exactly that kind of novel.
It is for this reason that I am not a fan of MK Williams…
Set in a world which hasn’t even had the chance to consider recovery from a deadly on-going alien invasion, Nailbiters is the… (prepare yourself)… nailbiting journey of Dora, one of humanities survivors, on the run from an enemy she hasn’t even had the chance to see.
MK Williams masterfully writes prose that is fast-paced, unrelenting and urgent. It is so effective and seemingly effortless, as to be nauseating (that’s nausea born from jealousy, btw). And she just won’t quit as she puts Dora through her paces, making her earn every one of her worthy protagonist stripes.
I’m gonna hold off on praising MK Williams too much for now, but I am a fan, and am privileged as part of this Writerly Yours Blog Tour to have had a chance to interview her. An interview I will be sharing on this blog later this week.
For now, let’s talk about Dora…
Dora is a strong, intelligent, young woman. It’s her strength that has kept her alive. We meet her and her companions as they travel across the desert, running from their would be captors. With no place to hide and nothing but a forward trajectory to hold on to, Dora looks for sanctuary in others like her… Human. There is a sense of security in finding cohorts with whom you can navigate the chaos of a terrifying new world, The Walking Dead fans know this well, there’s an intrinsic belief in people about strength in numbers. But where Dora is strong and intelligent, it is her reliance on the commonality of the human condition with which she needs to grapple, especially when faced with the extraterrestrial factor. It’s a new world and whether you like it or not, every person is on their own personal mission of survival. As the tagline of the book says,
“The only thing scarier than the aliens, are the humans”
As I mentioned previously, MK Williams puts Dora through her paces. Our protagonist is in a world of antagonists, and they’re of both worlds. Dora does not have the luxury to take time, having to act quickly. Who can she trust? As Dora narrates her story, we are subjected to the twists and turns of her human need to survive as Nailbiters keeps you guessing right until the final page.
This is my first prescribed reading for review purposes, and there was obviously some apprehension as I am not known for not being outspoken. I thank the heavens above that my first book review has been such an enjoyable literary experience. I was quite literally hooked by the end of the first page! It helps that I am a fan of this genre obviously, but being a fan of a certain genre does not equate to automatically enjoying a genre novel. The author has to step up to the plate (cue jealousy-comment-reminder :P), and Nailbiters comes out swinging, claiming its place as a book I will recommend – as I am doing right now.
In conclusion, Read the Book :)!
It’s a fast-paced, gripping ride through a world gone mad. If I could capture the feeling of the journey as I read it, I would equate it to the first time I watched Mad Max: Fury Road, that feeling where the race is on, the scope is ambitious and epic, reminiscent of some of my favourite novels including The Stand and The Left Behind Series.
Oh! And be sure to follow us on twitter #NailbiterNovel and for the rest of our Blog Tour, schedule below:
What do I have to say about mommy blogging – well, I’m not a mommy for one, I’m a daddy; b) I do have a mommy (it was her birthday this week… Happy Birthday again Mamoo); 3. I am in love with a beautiful mommy, who is also a great partner in crime and who teaches me everyday about this parenting thing. So, as a member of The Blog Tag, in a week theme centered around Mommy Blogging, who better than these two to help me tackle the subject matter – they are my invited co-conspirators for this weeks interview/Q&A.
So, without further ado, I proudly introduce you to the two most important mothers in my life:
Stella “Mamoo” Nestoridis, the woman that gave birth to me and managed to keep me alive (which was no easy task let me tell you). A single mother with two kids (my sister and I) who battled and soldiered forward after a disastrous marriage, and with limited support or contribution from the sperm-donor.
One day I promise to repay you for everything you have done for us!Love you Mamoo!
Anabela “AnaB” Pinto, the woman who makes my heart do boom-titty-boom; the woman who has given me the two greatest gifts in this world (apart from her love); the smile I get to look forward to on the bleh-est of days.
She amazes me with just how much of an awesome Momma she is. My boys are truly blessed to have her as a mom (and me to have her as the Mrs).
Love you babes!!!
– and then there’s me, soztheo.me, “Dad“, I’ll occasionally offer my thoughts…
So to start off, before I get to the Friday Q&A, I think we’ll briefly tackle the daily challenges that were up for posting this week:
Monday – Most memorable Mommy Moment
AnaB: The first time I held my boys – Surreal! It’s the first time you feel unconditional love.
Dad: And I would have to concur… I remember when we were in the ward after the event, just holding them and staring at them both for hours, as the brain tries to catch up with what has just happened… For a dad, it’s the first real moment of connectedness, for moms the baby has already been a part of them for nine months, but the first solid and tangible realisation happened once they were in my arms.
With Ari it was a little harder, as he was in ICU having been delivered early as my beautiful Bela had developed gestational diabetes – it was so scary – and to top it off, when he came out his umbilical cord was in a knot, so we were really blessed after the trials before! so we had to wait before we could hold or even touch hime, but when it finally happened… #Love
Tuesday – Tips for a new Mom
Mamoo: For an expecting mom, prepare to be uncomfortable, I hated the discomfort… They romanticize it, it’s actually okay, you are not alone, the discomfort sucked! When it comes to toddlers, give them the freedom to explore, but with boundaries – so that means you have to watch the Hell out of them. For teens… It doesn’t really change… Watch Them, Watch Them, WATCH THEM (They are up to SH1t)!
Dad: Thanks Mom
AnaB: Lol!!!1. Ask for support, you don’t have to do it all yourself. 2. Relax and Enjoy every moment, they grow so fast! 3. Figure your own way out… Each child is different.
Wednesday – What does it mean to be a Mother
AnaB: Being a mother is the most challenging yet rewarding thing you will ever do in your life. When you don’t have kids you know no better, when you have kids you can’t imagine your life without them.
Thursday – Day in the life of a Mom
Dad: She doesn’t stop, she’s amazing like that – I do my best to keep up, but she’s just amazing at being everything she is…
Mamoo: And you have to do your part Dad!!! It’s really tiring, I was working five jobs.
I had a “morning” half-day office job until 13h00,
Then I would travel to the ballet shop I owned (and which your father destroyed), trying to keep that alive was tough (eventually suppliers wouldn’t work with us, and this was after the divorce, but just because of his association with business, I eventually sold it to other owners for literally nothing, all we did was sign the papers over).
I was working as a hostess at a restaurant in the evenings, I would pick you kids up from school, have dinner with you quickly to be at work at 18h00, and only get home at about 02h00 in the AM.
On the weekends I then taught dancing lessons,
and I sold clothes in what ever little spare time I had after all of that!
1. When did you become a mom/dad? & 2. How many kids do you have and what are their names?
Mamoo: I have two big babies; My son (let’s call him soztheo.me) who is 36 years of age and a daughter, Miranda (33).
Dad: The first time we became parents was on 23rd April 2012 when Alexi José Nicolaos Pinto Theofrastos was born (yeah, our kids are going to hate us, but they say your parents mess you up, and we started early – his names printed into the serated edge of his birth certificate)…
Ari Nestor Antonio Pinto Theofrastos came this year, he is 5 months old and was born on the 3rd February 2016 (his name just fit on his birth certificate :P).
3. Do you want more children?
AnaB: When my hubby becomes a millionaire, then we can have a third :)…
Dad: …coz I really, really want three; which is a surprise because I never wanted to have kids… but they really do change you!
4. What is the most challenging thing about being a mom/dad?
Mamoo: In retrospect… Keeping the peace in the household. When you’ve got two brats like I had… I never succeeded… It was World War 3 daily!
Dad: Totally justified (we really were nightmare children)… So which of your two kids is your favourite (just jokes)?
AnaB: The most challenging thing for me is spending quality time together as a family, and splitting time between the boys.
Mamoo: It’s so important! Those are actually my favourite memories of raising my kids, those quality moments when we spent time together without the two of them trying to kill each other (which was quite seldom)… It’s also some of the favourite memories of my mom, like when we used to sit up watching movies, my kids, me and my mom, watching movies in the flat.
Dad: For me, that’s a part of it, for me it’s the whole “are we doing the right thing?”, coz while they didn’t come with manuals there are alot of manuals, and opinions, and best intentions we as parents have for our children…
5. What was your first reaction when you found out you were having a baby?
AnaB: I was delighted, always wanted to be a mom.
6. Does your child/children have a favourite toy they can’t live without?
AnaB: Alexi and his Teddy
7. Are you a stay at home parent? If so how has being a stay at home parent impacted your life? If not how do you handle work and family?
AnaB: I’m a working mom. I really do try to keep a balance between the 2, I dedicate time from 16h00 – 19h00 to the boys, and ensure that’s dedicated time – no compromises…
Mamoo: So I was a single, working mom. It was all I knew, I never had the luxury to compare it to anything else. It was financially difficult. I don’t know if I handled it all that well, but it was a thing of survival. The single parent must be as stern as the father should have been in the house, without over-pampering the children, and prepare yourself for a bit of a financial battle… Mind you not every single parent has a financial battle, some are very, very well looked after – in my day, it was a stigma as well…
Dad: I remember, I was one of two kids in my class who came from a family of divorce, it’s a lot more accepted nowadays…
Mamoo: And it’s never what I wanted for my kids. I was very fortunate, my memories of my mother are of me coming home, just her being there every day when I came home from school, it was amazing, she took such pride in her mom duties, fully cooked meals, quality time…
8. Do you co-sleep?
Dad: We do co-sleep, it’s a rather controversial topic when you really delve into it, but it’s such a delicate balance and it’s at these moments you go with your gut and instincts.
9. What is your childs favourite TV show?
AnaB: Alexi – The Lego Movie; Angry Birds
Dad: LOL! It started with Teletubbies – we put it on when he was very little just to see if there was a reaction (I am a child of TV and Film); those things are evil man – it was an instantaneous connection. Then we went through the Barney phase (and I said I would never… ever…), but like I said, they change you – it was when I was singing all the songs that I realised that it’s not always a good thing!
10. Favourite baby/kid item that makes your life easier?
AnaB: Bottle Warmer; dummy; bouncing chair
Dad: It’s not a popular answer, but sometimes the hypno-box is just the distraction you need…
11. Why did you start blogging about your kids?
Dad: I don’t really blog exclusively about my kids and parenthood, but my blog is all about the world around me and my family are a huge… correction, the hugest aspect of my reality!
12. What are your favourite baby care brands?
AnaB: Fissan Bum Creme; Johnson & Johnson Top to Toe; Sterimar; Sudocreme
13. What are you favourite kid friendly restaurants?
Dad: Papachino’s is great (although the one we frequented was out of our immediate area and is now closed!?!} Spur is the natural answer, every parent’s best friend (although you do get sick of the food after a while), but at least it keeps Alexi occupied and having fun! Lastly, there is a gem in Bedfordview called Happily Ever Laughter, look it up if that is within your range of necessity – great food, great atmosphere and great children’s facilities.
14. Have you been on holiday with your kids, how was that experience? If not where would you like to go?
Dad: We’ve been on holiday a few times, it is a bit of a logistic nightmare (and suddenly boot space becomes the most important thing when choosing a car), but…
AnaB: …when we took Alexi to Cape Town in December! It was his 1st time on an aeroplane, he swam in the ocean for the 1st time and he loved Table Mountain – It’s the best holiday we’ve had!!!
15. Do you have any help with your children? Family, friends a nanny?
AnaB: Vovo (My mom, Portuguese for gran); Yia-Yia (His Dad’s Mom, Greek for gran); my husband
Dad: It’s all about Bela (AnaB), I don’t know where I’d be without her, she really is the center that makes it all worth. The grandmother’s of our Portu-Greek household are vital, and I have to mention my brother-in-law José and my sister-in-law Lauren; they has guided us (parents to three boyz) through this parenting-thing from the beginning. First thing in the morning after Alexi’s first night home we called them to our rescue – Family is so important!!!
Mamoo: For me there was my mom who lived next door, and Nahsisi, she was our maid then, our domestic worker now, an integral part of this families journey, so much so that her kids are our kids and siblings to my kids – I couldn’t have done it all without her!
16. What are your favourite places to shop for your kids?
AnaB: Cotton-On; Woolworths; Ackermans
Dad: Anywhere that sells toys 😛
17. Your kids naughtiest moment.
AnaB: Alexi ran away from me in a hotel, straight into an elevator and the door closed immediately – him on the inside; me on the outside; and the elevator started moving…
Dad: I remember that, Anabela was very pregnant at the time… For me it was when Alexi started his new school and about two weeks in when I went to collect him his teacher pulled me aside and said, “Your son, yesterday, snuck away during lunchtime in the dining hall, and we found him flooding the classroom…” – He was literally, repeatedly, filling up his drinking cup at the basin and pouring it on the floor… Laughing when they found him… I was mortified and embarrassed, but I also chuckled inside (in fear, because it’s a scary kind of mischief), and all I could say was, “Wait… You lost my kid…”
18. What is your best advice for new parents?
AnaB: Spend time together as each moment passes you by, you never get it back – enjoy every little moment!
Dad: Sleep!!! Don’t sweat the little things (and that is easier said than done)…
19. Have you had any bad experiences as a parent?
AnaB: I think for me it is just how judgmental, rude, discourteous and impolite people can be towards parents and pregnant mothers, especially during my pregnancy with Ari – I mean, you are actually incensed with me because I am in the parent way!
Mamoo: But you don’t take criticism, you brush it off and let it run off like water off a duck’s back because every situation and every child and every character is different, because I honestly believe it’s too dynamic, there isn’t a correct way to do it. So it is just a case of, what right do you have to criticize someone else because you’re not in that situation and vice versa, what right do they have to criticize you.That’s basically it.
For me, you guys, my kids, always fight! I never managed to get that out of you, to knock it out of you, you are still always bickering! You still fight like cats and dogs.
Dad: Yeah, but we love each other!!! And woe be to those who cross our united battle faces!!!
Mamoo: That’s fine, but the memories that come to mind are of me being at work and getting those phone calls (especially during the holidays)… constant… do you know what it was like?
MOMMY! Sozos hit me…
Well there’s nothing I can do, I’m at work! Sort it out!
two minutes later…
MOMMY! Miranda bit me…
I can’t do anything about it, I’m at work!!!
(put the phone down)
two minutes later…
Madam! The children she’s fighting!
Well sort them out, I’m at work, what can I do?
But she’s fighting
Just… hit them… put them… separate them
two minutes later; the phone…
Listen here Stella! WHAT KIND OF CHILDREN DO YOU HAVE?
(It was my mother)
And then (from school):
I’m done, come fetch me.
I’m at work!
But it is your lunch time, leave the office quickly, you’ve got a lunch hour come take me home
(these were daily phone calls from school)
You guys were unrelenting and demanding!!!
Dad: #WeDon’tCondoneChildAbuse – we really were horrid kids, and in between the above renditions there are copious amounts of laughter at the memories of how difficult we were…
20. Complete the sentence I love being a mom/dad….
AnaB: …because I love what my boys teach me daily. They remind me to smile, be patient, be young and have fun! Their sweet innocent nature and ability to be carefree – they remind me to enjoy every moment I have with them.
Dad: FULL STOP… because of the meaning they bring to this journey called life! With them I got a new name, Daddy (well two, like Superman), but really one that will forever be associated with me, they have changed me in the simplest and most profound of ways. The short answer? #LOVE
Mamoo: …’cos when I look at my kids now I’m really proud that despite all the difficulties they have turned out to be honest, hard-working, good characters and people. When you hear how tough it was from everything I’ve said before, it’s a great sense of pride for me!
I love being a grandparent because when I get tired I get to give them back to their parents (Laughter!?!)
Up until last Sunday, I’m talking about the Sunday before yesterday, the Sunday before Fathers Day Sunday, although my love did make the mistake of thinking last week was actually Fathers Day, so I got to have two Fathers Days in 2016… anywho… I digress… Up until last Sunday i was managing a post or two a day, that’s just not sustainable is it?
I think I made the same mistake with my first blog attempt, a movie review blog in which I was watching a certain selection of movies and posting about them, that was a movie a day, so two hours plus about another two hours reflecting, thinking, constructing, writing, and trying to be a family man in between… It did not work. Also, you can only write about a single topic for so long before you start to get irritated by your own voice!
This blog is not going to be that thing (although stay tuned, because I am planning to realign those hours spent and posting them here sporadically – but not today, and not on a schedule). So, for myself, and for you, let me categorically state that Blog inactivity does not equate to inactivity of the soztheo.me exploration of this world – to adequately demonstrate this, here’s some DS106 Digital Art created last week 🙂
On Monday we had to find an old novel cover and update it for our times…
Monday was an interesting one, after the shooting in Orlando I was engaged with the social media activity of the competing potential future leaders of the free world…
Donald Trump just has the ability to unite us all, doesn’t he? In a shared hate that is (and then the very fact that he has so much support just says that I am wrong on that one), well he manages to generate hate anyway… Just my unfiltered opinion…
What disgusted me was the way he got hooked into the opportunistic terrorism propoganda opportunity of it all, completely devoid of any meaningful semblance of demonstrating empathy or compassion which could unite a nation reeling from an attack. A good leader would seek to bring his followers to the united ground of a shared United states… Yes? No?
I am pro-Hillary. Mind you I’ve been pro-Hillary since the first two times she was president.
I live in South Africa, and we have our own approaching elections at the fore of the nations consciousness (with our own version of Donald Trump) – but I will be watching this election closely and with great interest…
On Friday I was then given the opportunity to shed light on one of life’s greatest questions:
Makes total sense doesn’t it?
What is DS106 you ask?
DS106 is a well regarded digital storytelling course, the course is conducted within proper education establishments, but the course is so popular that there is a free for participation version available for sign-up 🙂
One of the activities is the DS106 Daily create (@ds106dc on twitter) which provides daily creative prompts for completion – good mental creative flex fun 🙂
And then this happened – tasked to place ourselves in the Mystery Machine expanded into two days of Scooby Doo Fun as the next day we had to try and catch the squirrel who was stealing a fellow DS106-er’s mail.
These are also additionals roles in my illustrious PhotoShopped Movie career, the album of all my cinematic ventures can be viewed on my Facebook Page soztheo.me or here
In closing… What the hell are Sea Monkeys?
I’ve seen them advertised, and have now seen photos of them (which do not look anything like the hand-drawn images in the adverts btw). They are some prehistoric looking things!!!
Anyway, there is a major legal situation underway in regards to the license associated to the patent and ownership of the property that is Sea Monkeys, which in America seem to be one of those things that kids do, you can read more about it here.
Let me know what you think about these little creative outputs why don’t you, and by all means, come join us on this @DS106 #4Life journey :)!
It has been a really busy week for me personally, and I missed a day of blogging yesterday, but not for nought – it’s hard work being a family man, so I thought I would take the time today to answer yesterdays question on The Blog Tag, as well as the end of week Q&A 🙂 I also didn’t do the tag post from Tuesday as my Monday Book Review was also about my favourite book of all time, Beloved by Toni Morrison, so that was a two for one-er – apparently while missing a day or two I also over-delivered (it’s all about balance 🙂 )!
So without further ado, My list of my Top 5 Favourite Book (Series) of all time
– Wait a minute soztheo.me, it’s your Top 5 Favourite Books of all time?
– Did you not hear me, voice on my screen, I’m over delivering here, so without further ado, soztheo.me’s favourite:
Top 5 Book Series of All Time
1. The Discworld Novels – Terry Pratchett
Over the last two years I have been on a monumental literary journey into a world I have only ever visited briefly before. I read my first Terry Pratchett novel when I was a teenager. Over the years I sporadically revisited his writing. I was always entertained but I never got into the world of Terry Pratchett until I made the decision two years ago to dive into the world whole-heartedly, committing myself to reading the entire series.
Since then I have read nineteen of the forty-one published Discworld novels, tackling them in order, reading them in between (or in conjuction with) my other readings, loving each one as this ever expanding world continues to expand in partnership with the guided realms of my imagination. It is nothing short of completely inspirational to step into the immense world of another man’s hysterically funny and entertaining inspiration.
The Witches, The Wizards, The City Watch, Death… The realisation of all these characters and their melding into the illogical-except-for-in-the-Discworld themed novels, has me absolutely in awe everytime I reach the end, and commence another journey set on a flat disc balanced on the backs of four elephants which in turn stand on the back of a giant turtle, Great A’Tuin…
May he Rest in Peace, and while he rests may his brilliance forever live.
(28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015)
2. The Vampire Chronicles; Lives of the Mayfair Witches Series – Anne Rice
It all started with a movie… The first time I ever went to a movie by myself was when I was a young impressionable 14 year old lad, the movie was Interview with the Vampire and in the viewing I was exposed to a type of story telling I had never experienced before. I loved horror movies from a very young age. As a child I grew up with entertainers for parents. I grew up watching Michael Jackson’s Making of Thriller Beta video. I grew up in a world of stage make-up. I knew that what happened on screen was the work of experts. I watched the classics, Dracula et al. However, I had never seen vampires and villains, anti-heroes, like Louis, Lestat and Claudia. I had never seen horror so grandiosely humanized and humour; so gothic; so macabre.
As soon as the movie ended I went to the bookstore and bought the book. I devoured it, a vampire upon its prey, and the love affair began. Astoundingly intricate and breathtakingly ambitious are the best ways I can think right now to describe the shared universe of the Vampires and the clan of the Mayfair Witches – two worlds from separate series that would later collide as the Vampire chronicles reached an end, from which they would again arise but a year ago. The style of storytelling that flies from the past into the present, from the metaphysical to the real. In one book we are engaging with the devil himself. In another we are re-experiencing mortality. We examine through the studying of ancient records, the lives of an entire family-lineage of witches. My favourite villain of all time, Akasha The Queen of the Damned, explodes out of these pages. Best of all, we bare witness to the creating of an entirely new mythology and rich history of vampirism, and in that we discovery the insanely rich tapestry which has born such pale spawn who will forever pale like Twilight, True Blood and Fifty Shades of Grey…
Fifty Shades of Grey? It’s strangely ironic, that this sad example of literacy, born as fan-fiction from the pale waffle of Twilight, is yet again pale against the erotic literature of Miss Rice… Look that up! The mind that birthed these is one of the most intriguing creations. When we read books or engage with any art form for that fact, it is actually the mind of the artist we engage with. It is really a footnote here, but:
1. The key Vampire Lestat is a literary representation and manifestation of Anne Rice’s husband Stan Rice;
2. Anne Rice wrote Interview With A Vampire while dealing with her daughter’s death from Leukemia – that’s blood cancer. #ArtIsPain
3. The Sandman Series – Neil Gaiman
There are those who would raise an eye at the inclusion of a graphic novel series in any list pertaining to literature… Well poo to you :)! Graphic Novels have a well deserved place in literature, with the best of the best winning major literature awards, including a Pulitzer ( and that would be in 1992; Maus aka Maus: A Survivor’s Tale — My Father Bleeds History by Art Spiegelman). But my personal, most fantastical, most magical, most mythological, most inspiring-al and ambitious of these works which beautifully marry art of picture and art of word has got to The Sandman Series.
Neil Gaiman is the best friend of fantasy and genre breaking storytelling, a man whose love of fantasy has him in the good company of Terry Pratchett (with whom he collaborated on Good Omens). In his masterpiece collection of The Sandman Series, he introduces us to The Endless, anthropomorphic personifications of nature’s most confounding forces, more powerful than even the Gods and as eternal as the universe. They are the siblings, Destiny, Death, Destruction, Desire, Despair, Delirium and our chief protagonist in the tales, Dream aka Morpheus; who upon being released from a 70 year entrapment into a changed world, is reunited with his most dysfunctional of families. A family whose relationships with each other are as complex as the very idea of turning the seven forces they encompass into a dysfunctional family within the pages of a graphic novel collection spanning twelve multi-dimensional, multi-reality, truly-inspired story arcs. From the depths of Hell to the pages of Shakespeare, Neil Gaiman has comprised a collection of such grandiosity that the mind can only but be amazed 🙂
There’s It :)!
4. The Left Behind Series – Jerry B Jenkins and Tim LaHaye
This one is a guilty pleasure and I fully accept that many will argue it’s place on any list, but it’s my guilty pleasure, a series of books I quite literally enjoyed reading.
I am a human who was raised as a christian, spirituality is a deeply personal journey for every human on this planet. It has fed wars and hate, but each individual, at least at some point in their lives, has engaged with their understanding of the world and the amazement of existence. As a christian child I have been raised on Bible stories. The bible is an amazing collection of faith, reason, answers, historical reference and mystery, and the question of my own spirituality is deeply tied into the christian faith in which I was raised. The final book in the Bible is one of great fear and reckoning, Revelations is about the end times, about the wrath of God upon a world that has forsaken him, in which he withdraws himself and his arc-nemesis is allowed to do with the world as he will.
In light of this I am quite disgusted by how much I enjoyed this series (like I said, guilty pleasure). There is not an original thought in these books, and I would not necessarily recommend them to anyone else (although admittedly I have, to a select few). They are a fictional interpretation of the cryptically mystical final chapter of one of the oldest and most powerful of books. They tells the story of those Left Behind, in a dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, as per the bible. It centers on a band of survivors who realise that the mysterious new world is a result of God’s will, and in that they seek to redeem and survive as the Anti-Christ rises to power. The books can get heavy on the christian rhetoric, they are written with a strong agenda, but for me they are engrossingly easy reading, and most probably as well written as Fifty Shades of Grey. In the past in my ruminations I have likened them to a soap opera, once hooked I had to see what would happen to the characters next, I did really enjoy these books, but they are rubbish and yet, like I have reread most books I enjoy, even now as I type, as I take stock of the absurdity that I am publishing a post of books I enjoyed and that these are on the list, I shrug my shoulders in acknowledgement of the fact that I will read them again…
And No! These books do not factor into my continuing journey of spirituality…
5. Harry Potter – JK Rowlings
This one is about respect, for appreciation of the journey, this one is for the ideal of the American Dream (as lived and achieved by a non-american),this one is for Enid Blyton, this one is for Roald Dahl :)!
I have had the same relationship with every Harry Potter movie, except for the last two: I hated every single one of the movies on the first watch and then every time I watched the movie again, I enjoyed it. It’s bizarre! I only picked up the books after the sixth movie was released, so before the last two which I enjoyed, funny that. For me, it’s all about the imagination unleashed within the world of Hogwarts, it’s a beautiful thing, it’s about the legend and legacy created, and as someone who believes in reading the books after watching the movies (because then you are never disappointed), I am a huge fan of the work.
If I am 100% honest, I am enjoying JK Rowling’s new Cormoran Strike series much more (check them out), but it is with the Harry Potter books that JK Rowling earns my respect, and why it owns this spot, on this list, today. What exists within the Harry Potter universe is nothing short of inspiring, the product of a storyteller, and what she has done in curating a massive audience to the literary world is nothing to be sniffed at. Fact: JK Rowling is the reason that an entire generation of reader’s exists.
And there you have a list of my 5 Top Book Series, now while these books really do exist in the fantastical, if you look at my choice of reading for stand alone novels, there is a vast difference in subject matter, but that, I believe, is for another day, for now, lets get to the Q&A for the week.
1. Do you have a specific place to read? Generally I read before I go to sleep, it is not very often that I will read while not in bed (before I go to sleep), when that does happen I must be alone, or on holiday, I enjoy reading when on holiday.
2. What book/s can you re-read without getting tired? As I generally read before I sleep, I do welcome getting tired, the disadvantage (especially at the end of a book) is that I can land up reading and not being able to put the book down – so sometimes reading can take me beyond tired.
3. Who is your favorite author? Toni Morrison
4. What is your favorite non-fiction book? Malika Oufkir and Michèle Fitoussi (2001), La Prisonnière (Stolen Lives: Twenty Years in a Desert Jail) – one of the most astoundingly heart breaking and rewarding reads.
5. What is your most memorable childhood book? Roald Dahl’s The Witches
6. What quote from any book will you never forget? Why is it significant? I cannot tell you the significance, but the first two verses from The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll has been in my head since I first encountered it as a child.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
7. What books did you hate reading in school? I am ashamed to admit it, but the most difficult book for me to enjoy, and maybe it’s because it was presented to me as school work, and it has always been one of my favourite books to get halfway through, having tried many times even before it was prescribed reading, I really do love the universe and mythology of J.R.R. Tolkien, was The Hobbit. 8. Do you read before bed? Yep. 9. How many books is on your book shelf? I can’t count, but kindle has changed my life 10. What genre of books do you prefer? Epic Storytelling 11. Can you read while there is noise around, like music or T.V? No 12. Have you wrote any books? The stories are there, the worlds exist, they’ve been constructed and are authored in my brain, but not yet. 13. You walk into a book store, what do you walk out with? Children’s Books – it is now important to grow a love of books in my sons. 14. Worst book you ever read? It has got to be Gone Girl. I hated everything about it, which is the genius of the book really, because I hated all the characters but that is what kept me reading until the end, and I was engrossed, and it shocked me, but i hated it as much as I hated the characters… And it is so terrible I will recommend it to everybody, because that is the brilliance of it. 15. Do you have any collections of books? I collect Graphic Novels and book series like those in my list. 16. Do you have a library card? Yes, but I do not use it. 17. What is the last book you read? The last book i completed was Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett. 18. How many books do you read per year? It is inconsistent, last year was a great year, i can’t even recall how many books I read, but it was over forty, I was devouring them. 19. If you could write a book what would you title it? Haha! Wouldn’t you like to know! 20. Why is reading important to you? Reading is an excercise of appreciation, it’s about escapism and inspiration, like all art, like movies, it’s about being entertained and evoked emotionally.
Book mark or Anything that can hold your place Trade paper back ?(big book) or Paper back (small book) Novel or Biography Read the book or Watch the movie first Romance (Surprise, Surprise – but not schlockmance) or Science-Fiction
I just don’t know anymore… You throw the word Natural at me and I feel like it should be the easiest concept to understand, I should be able to easily write about it, right? Maybe not so much…
Is it natural to live in a state of fear? I don’t think so. When we live in an age where you can be slaughtered just for trying to live your life as your authentic self? You can be killed for your religion. You can be killed for your sexual preference. You can be killed for being a certain race. Where is the natural in that I ask?
I live in the city. Smog. Pollution. Construction Sites. Skyscrapers. Shopping Centres. Housing Complexes. People living on top of people. We drive down the street and when we arrive at a traffic light (or as we refer to them in South Africa, a robot) our cars are pounced on by beggers, window washers, people trying to sell all kinds of odds and ends to make ends meet. There’s no empathy, there’s no room for empathy, for the lady at the robot who sits there begging with her 2 year old at her feet. We are desensitized, for fear that at any stop in out travels we will fall victim to hijackers. Where is the natural in that I ask?
The clothes I wear are synthetic. My entire world is synthetic. I live with a dependency upon chemicals and materials that have been developed to sustain needs which have been made by a corporate agenda. Valentine’s Day comes and I am forced to engage with souless capitalism in order to assign a man-made value to the depths of a concept which has been defined by the human experience, the problem is that in the chaos of the act of purchase, any aspect that remains connected to the song of love within my soul is diminished. Where is the natural in that I ask?
A boy falls into a gorilla hold at the zoo and the gorilla is killed. A child gets dragged into the water at Disneyland by an alligator. And Tilikum is still swimming in a giant fish bowl in Florida… I mustn’t eat meat anymore, the way our animals for food are bred is an abomination, but I cannot eat the processed goods and carcinogens on my shelf either. I don’t live on a farm, and any land I buy is destined to be claimed as historically stolen. I must look in the mirror and all these accusations must mean guilt of some kind yes? Where is the natural in that I ask?
I have a family, I know what love is, I live so that they will live, and grow, and one day they will no doubt be faced with the difficulty of trying to figure out the definition of natural in a world, which in my mind will only be more unfathomable than the one in which I currently live, and over which I will ponder until I die… Death… Where is the natural in that I ask?
Like in all those good stories her Nan used to tell her, the struggle was real. It was immense, perceivably insurmountable. There would be many obstacles. There would for sure be many tears. There may be death. Hopefully there will be survival on the other side. Nothing is certain. There was her and the road ahead. And that is what makes a story one that is worthy to be told, at least that’s what she used to like about those stories she was told as a kid. She just never thought she would be the star in one of those stories. She laughed because those were usually the best characters in the stories she loved, those that were there unexpectedly.
She drove down the cold, harsh streets of AuCT. They were deceptively quiet. The ominous chill in the air screamed at her as up above the red clouds rolled in. The rains were coming. The residents scuttled for shelter. She herself was heading for cover too. This storm would only be a temporary respite from the one that lay waiting with dawn.
Her mind wondered back to the shady memory of her mother, a woman who had weathered many storms herself. A true Survivor; dead now, but a survivor all the same. She knew that this moment that she was preparing to face, so many had faced before her. Her mother was not a believer in the idea that we are ruled by circumstance; She believed that we controlled our own adversities. She believed that when the struggle loomed ahead, it was each individuals choice as to how they would face it.
You could run, but in AuCT there was only so far you could go forward before you had to turn around and run back in the direction from which you came. Yes there was always the option of going up or down but they too were limited, Hide and Seek was a favourite pass time of the low-life’s who spent their time playing the Finders. You could fight them, which was a terrifying prospect, especially when your opponents outnumbered you, outgunned you, and pretty much just out-fought you. Lastly you could hope that a hero would come along and rescue you, wouldn’t that be nice? But heroes were not really a thriving commodity within the walls of AuCT, too many of them had risen only to be cut down, leaving the remnants of Hope smoking in their wake.
“Fat lotta good that does me,” she said out loud to the ghost whose advice she held true… and who she hated for it!
As she pulled under cover she took a deep breath… The rain would fall. She would pack as it fell. When it stopped falling she would run. While she ran she would prepare for the fight. And while she ran and while she fought, she would prey for a hero. If a hero didn’t come… “
Well, we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it, won’t we…”
“The liluns found it while playing down on Jules, do you know what it is?”
Garr looked at the small contraption, a machine, buttons with faded numbers and letters, and a screen – not cracked, had somehow survived. “I think I’ve heard of these. It’s a craculater, they used to use them amethmitrickly, for summations and the like… Definitely needs power, what kinda I don’t know.”
LAk, ever the optimistic one out of the two immediately thought potential was in hand, “You think is worth something, can we trade.”
Garr was sceptical, didn’t know if it would be worth anything, but he was still wary and hopeful, just in case. “We may need to visit the two old bags tomorrow, they might know. Have you got some brew for them, you know they won’t help unless we got some brew… For now puts it away, then take them liluns and see if anyone need some hands in exchange for some brew… Oh and LAk, say nothing to nobody about nothing”
With that Lak was off, she had liluns to round up. possibility lay ahead. This little discovery sure was a welcome change to the usual flow of days in AuCT. There was talk of black SnO later. Maybe the liluns could earn enough brew for the night and for the two old bags…
Because today’s challenge was all about sharing what made you happy…
Well wouldn’t you know it, on a day where I was actually wondering if people were picking up the real me through this blog, my DS106 fellowship provides me with the perfect challenge in which I get to share a part of myself that is the most important part… Yes, I’m a family man.
Is there anything more important, any title more profound, than Daddy?
Well there most certainly is, Mommy! Without my love; My Bela; there would be no place for me to be defined as I currently am. The true brains of this journey, she who has opened my eyes to a world beyond my wildest imaginings.
I am the luckiest guy in the world, I have a loving family, I get to wake up everyday and live love. It’s just the most important thing isn’t it? The ultimate driving force, the very definition of what makes a man truly great, the sanctity and the honour that comes with being the patriarch of a family unit. It’s where my success lies, and the security and preservation thereof is where my future flourishes.
It ain’t always easy is it? Life throws curve balls at you all the time, sometimes you are able to prepare for them, sometimes you are not, sometimes they come out of left field like a tidal wave set to wreck destruction upon you as you stand in its wake, sometimes it comes from those closest to you armed with malice and hate – Undeniably it’s love that gets us through those tough times.
The fact of the matter is that true triumph exists within the harshest of circumstance, and life is there to be lived no matter what. The inevitability of the greatest fear within the human condition (as in death) lurks around every corner, it can all feel like too much, but… because this post really is about the but…
Bela, your smile makes my heart sing
My post today, My World today
They honour you, they come from you
My hopes and wishes and drive for our future
They live within your smile
Alexi, my boy, we love you so much
Your growth into the little boy you are
The privilege of witnessing the man you will become
Everything we wished for on this journey of parenthood
Is fulfilled in the delight with which you exist
Ari, our littlest one growing so fast
We stare in wonder, in disbelief, in awe every day
We look forward to getting to know you
We look forward to you defining our big and little brother set
We look forward to the day you say Mommy and Daddy
Just remember that no matter what, say the words that need to be said. Don’t wait for it to be too late. Today for me I had a prompt, so again thank you DS106, but it really doesn’t need to be so. I went through that moment earlier in this post when I spoke about the dark times, that was important, because it is during those times that we most often forget to express our love, when it is needed to be heard the most. This blog really has been a saving grace in terms of maintaining chipper, by being creative, by sharing, but it is here that I realise that maybe I could have said it more often over the last couple of months. I mean… I feel it, I say it, I do it everyday, it is in my nature, but maybe I can feel, say and do it more… I know I’ll start (well I’ve already started) by saying it here…
Decisions made aplenty here have gasolined this flame,
But two in particular I can’t get past,
Listen close and understand my pain…
My fellow SAffer, Gavin Hood, C’mon Man,
How could you get it soooo wrong?
Wolverine; Deadpool; Sabretooth;
You’ve fed this sad sad song.
But can’t blame you for the next travesty
Of Chipmunk cheeks Mystique,
A villain? No now a heroine cos,
Jen Lawrence must be with ethi-que.
I now wait patiently for her evil turn,
It better be fast approaching,
Coz now I’m dealing Age of Apocalypse,
Which within my brain’s been encroaching.
Just so you all know that it’s not just the current,
I will travel back in time, just to say,
Francis Ford Copolla, with your talented daughter,
You ruined that trilogy’s day.
And finally, for this poem at least,
Because this issue is ever expanding,
Let’s think on the sad song of LadyHawke,
The cursed soundtrack which needed dismantling.
Oh it’s hard to admit there’s more to get wrong,
Those Magic Minds, those King of Screens,
There is no foreseeable end to the vicious cycle,
No Safety assured in my dreams.
This is my Tuesday contribution to The Blog Tag prompts on which I am currently participating, a poem, well Duh…
But maybe, just maybe, had I been on the creative team behind LadyHawke I could have contributed greatly to ensuring that that music never got out of the vault, but I was post-foetal back then, and really, Michelle Pfeiffer would have fallen head over heels with me, and fought on my behalf to eliminate Rutger Hauer from the production, and we could have had this (with cool music):
Well isn’t it just so funny – I am a member of a group called The Blog Tag (check them out on Facebook), this weeks blogging prompts have been aligned to the theme Music, today’s DS106 Daily Create is all about making a Guitar Face, and so my universe has aligned – as has this post, which is now on it’s second draft because I’ve only just now made the connection myself 🙂 – and it’s the perfect Daily Create to go with today’s Final Blog Tag weekly review:
So the aim was to take a guitar face photo, but I cannot just leave it at that apparently… Why would i wanna do that… So the question I pose to you now is, Do you know the movie? It’s wanna my favourites, I really need to watch these movies again…
In review of the week’s Blog Tag Posts and activity, a week of posts related to prompts around the theme Music, let’s first look at the posts which were the product of said prompts and tasks:
MUSIC WEEK IN REVIEW
So Monday‘s prompt was to write about my favourite song/music and why I love it so much – I am a Pop Music Fan, a bit of a pop purist (and I have a strong belief that actually there while the music of Pop is considered to a large degree to be shallow and not worthy of even being considered as art.
The artists I like do approach their craft with seriously, have worked their craft and skills and most definitely consider every move they make, because they are by definition feeding into satisfying the most people aesthetically) and so I selected to not to focus on the genre in particular, but rather to focus on a specific moment and memory which involved me and my favourite genre (and one of my favourite musicians) which demonstrates the place MUSIC has in my life…
Tuesday was a crazy day for me, and the prompt on this day required that we share our current playlist.
This is just a fun task, one you should try with your friends, or your colleagues, or your gym buddies, or your social media contacts! The fact of the matter is that music is so diverse and you can learn so much about people by the music they listen to…
I fancy myself quite a diverse connosieur of music with diverse taste in music, as music is definitely attached to the mood in play during the listening…
My Playlists tend to be quite a mixture, but when I listen, the accessing of emotion is fun for me, so I have no issue with the genre jumping that oft does occur…
On Wednesday I was given the opportunity to express myself on this blog with a poem – My first on this forum.
I love the creative energy that poems provide, I guess you could attest it to the reading I did as a child, which included the likes of Roald Dahl and Dr Seuss BUT the power of lyrics in the musical writing process have always been instrumental in my understanding of expression – I’m one of those people who learns the words of all the songs of the artists I like…
I really write poetry on the fly, it is most probably (and ironically) my most free flowing form of writing – I access it, I document it, I relase it and step away
The specifics of this prompt I felt had already been covered in my Monday post, but I still definitely engaged with the theme, and the poem became about the relationship we assign to exist between Music and our emotions…
Well I can’t play – this was most probably the most difficult post for me, it’s not for a lack of want though…
I also happened to be ill on Thursday, so I almost didn’t write a post, but I was also committed to delivering a complete weeks contribution to The Blog Tag initiative – So, Yay for me! Flu didn’t get me down.
Will I ever learn to play an instrument? I hope so… It’s something I have always wanted to do, and I admire people who can play instruments – for me, all that creative energy I have alwayd dabbled with is now being poured into this blogging thing – I hope those of you taking the time to read my blog are enjoying it 🙂
Sometimes, as much as we would love to, the time is just not available to meet all our commitments – sadly this is one of those days (but it’s not a total loss) – so in the best interests of time, I am going to pledge a memory entry to each one of the songs listed below. I don’t even really have time to make playlists anymore, I hardly put my earphones in these days, and I avoid current music on the radio out of frustration. But this is the last playlist I made…
My rule for playlists is simple… One song for each artist, variety is the spice of life – and generally if I hear it (while on shuffle), and it connects at that moment, irrespective if there is a progressional consistency, if the connect happens it goes on the list in that order, and played again (or it gets skipped and doesn’t make the cut)…
I usually do this while I work…
I listen to this playlist now and I wonder what mood I was in on this day, take a hear, maybe you can tell me… Alls I know is that on this day, there was a story into which these songs nestled themselves and contributed to the progression:
Duran Duran – Come Undone
N.E.R.D – Hypnotize You
Tracy Chapman – Give Me One Reason
Empire of the Sun – We are the People
Prince – When Doves Cry
Madonna – Nothing Really Matters
Katy B – Crying for No Reason
The Ting Ting’s – Shut Up & Let Me Go
Janet Jackson – BURNITUP!
The Doors – The End
Gnarls Barkley – Crazy
The Weeknd – Can’t Feel My Face
Muse – Time Is Running Out
Shakespeare’s Sister – Stay
Siouxsie & The Banshees – Face to Face
Juliette Lewis – Hardly Wait
Eminem – Superman
Tailor – Step Back
The Fugees – Ready or Not
Lorde – Yellow Flicker Beat
Fetish – Constant
Daft Punk – Lose Yourself to Dance
Linkin Park – The Catalyst
The Cranberries – Empty
Sade – Cherish the Day
Depeche Mode – Never Let Me Down Again
Michael Jackson – In The Closet
PJ Harvey – Down by the River
Justin Timberlake – My Love
And there you have it – reviewing it now, not a single song on the list comes as a surprise, many of these are favourites which would make any list on any given day, all of which have got a story and association I can elaborate on in the future…
I hated Maths in school… Okay, let me rephrase, I pretty much totally hated the school structure, the classes, the learning – the irony is that I have an aptitude for intellectualism, ideation, study and creativity – so much so that consistently through my formative years I was placed in the “clever classes” based on what was perceived, and yet I consistently failed to deliver to expectations, until the system pretty much gave up trying. My poor mother, parent’s evening after parent’s evening having the same conversation with my teacher’s year after year, “He could be a straight A student, if only he applied himself…” Those in the know will understand… In my mid-30’s I was diagnosed, ADHD, aural learning disorder – and a mother pushed to her wits end… This post happens to be about a parent’s love…
But it’s also about Maths, it’s frikken Fibonacci after all, and again the irony is that despite my dismal mathematical performance during my “formative” scholastic years (in which the most solid forms I achieved were lifelong habitual vices like smoking, drinking, donning the black sheep cloak), I do actually have, and obviously always had, a logical, mathematical aptitude, the beauty really is in the exactness; the precision; the detail. You should see me on Excel, I surprise myself with what beauty I can create with but a handful of basic formulas and colours…
Because this post is also about art, like maths it’s about the beauty of excercising duplication and expression, of formulas; of colours; of precision; of vision – like that of my Greek philosopher lineage. Art, like the digital art we create in DS106, the sharing of vision, of the art of the mental flex, the execution of our ideas into expressive product, often humorous, thoughtful, preposterous, deep, connected, stimulating, emotive and most of all creative.
And wouldn’t you know it, this post is all about creation in all it’s anomalous exactness, it’s chaotic precision, it’s fluctuating persistant course. Because nature is the greatest form of art, the whole principle of the Fibonacci golden spiral and it’s alignment to the natural order of things, that there is order, measurable and beautiful, that a flower and an equation can have a commonality based in the beauty of certainty, while being strikingly at opposition between life and conceptual thinking – because ultimately that is where creation exists, within that space of opposing potential made reality, and the most beautiful representation and expression of that is the conception of a child… Creation.
Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, the power of beauty is that you know it when you see it, it aligns mysteriously within, with the precision of mathematical certainty as embodied by indefinable possibility… and Love… a Parent’s love.
Oh! And about a parent’s love, about emotion. I don’t know how that quantification and calculation goes, but it’s focus, I would venture to guess, is even larger in concept than the beauty that is the Fibonacciness of nature. In fact, I believe, and I don’t even care if you could and would and do prove me wrong, because I will be stubborn about this one… I believe that even Fibonacci fallibly bends to the power of a parent’s love…
It’s a right the two oldest residence of AuCT had earned. Each day that passed had changed their world and they had stood fast, the one remaining constants. It was a matter of survival. They had done it, others had not. This corner, on this unused road which used to be a passage way for vehicles of so many shapes, sizes and times, was theirs. Their piece of way rock now, and pity rained down on any who would dare to question it. Named Nattie and Katea spelt KaT by those who had named them, they rose with rising shade of the days.
It was routine now, their greeting of the day. They removed their dwelling door without a hint of fear of being bothered, there were no locks to protect them at night because none were ever needed. Locks were bothersome and got in the way, so much easier to get up and get out. There was once a time when those who knew them had said they were foolish. That two, now old, women were easy targets for wanderers and fools who knew no better. The fact of the matter was that it was not them who lived in fear, they had fought the decades for the reputation that surpassed the the boundaries which embraced these remnants of a city which once sprawled across thriving lands. They were mythic. Mind you, there had been that one fool who had made the monumental error of testing that which he had chosen to refer to as rumours. He rested in mythic pieces now.
Out they come, deckchairs, umbrella, basket, guns and knives in hand ready to commence their watch.
Nattie saw it first, “Another one’s been freed KaT,” she commented, a factual delivery of the days first news. This is the way things were now, very different from when they were young when freedom meant something completely different.
KaT paused momentarily in her station preparations just enough so as to look; be all caught up, then she continued her prep stating the obvious, “While theres you go, AuCT done deliver them dreams what those who dares to dreams them wants asked for; Freed at last, shackled brain at least, wonders who gonna make claim?”
And so it was that before any further thoughts of freedom would be permitted, that they attended to their duties; chairs unfolded, umbrella’s open to block the burn some, coffee cups with brew already poured, and for a while at least, to sit and stare at the crumpled mass of young life folded across the way. It was going to be a long day, this they now knew. The conversation had already commenced in silent contemplation, the memories that only the oldest could hold and hope to understand. The contrast of a life that very few could recall, before AuCT, and life now after, immediately summed up when the first passerby who happened to be Joffey, the one who jerked out on Albe Sis, came toe to toe with the body mass, and kicked it out of irritation for being in his way.
Careless, but absolutely no offence to any of the four on that stretch at that time, including the kicked and even his kin… Boy’s now free, dreams been met, dreams sure do leave a mess behind in the streets of AuCT.
“Nat! You knows I thinks I know that one! Ain’t that the one they calls Fib by name, one of GleeMan’s boys… Maybe Skaye will knows him, shebe coming rounds today right? Hope she’s in timeous!” KaT didn’t pause for an answer, having them all already lined up in her head, “Well whoevers he is, we do gots the best seats in the house you know, somebody gotsta to be claiming this clean up soonish”.