Tag Archives: the postmodernised landscape
mapping the obvious
SF Signal celebrated the mapping of invented landscapes by asking, “Which fantasy maps are your favourites ?” I enjoyed Matthew Cheney’s contribution. Most invented landscapes are so dull they wouldn’t detain you for a second from a 24 hour barefoot … Continue reading
Filed under fantasy, the postmodernised landscape
safe from this constant obscene revelation of things
The best outcome here would be a few more glimpses then nothing. The sooner the pursuit is abandoned to loonies & internet obsessives the better; that way the mystery can slip behind its own bad reputation & vanish. Was there … Continue reading
Filed under lost & found
head back
It was hot. My legs hurt from the day before. The first couple of miles were like Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon. Every time someone passed me I was angrier than before but as soon as I got up … Continue reading
Filed under lost & found, the postmodernised landscape
outriders
If Cowboys & Aliens has one tenth the genius of this (which I will never forgive myself for leaving off the interesting sf list), it will be quite good. But I bet it hasn’t. Catching up on: To Die For, … Continue reading
Filed under landscape, science fiction, writing
mars is just a place
That’s the beauty of it. It’s not a myth, it’s not a dream, it’s not a story, it’s not an investment opportunity: it’s some stones. It’s a place. That’s just so restful. It’s as semiotically empty as parts of the … Continue reading
Filed under the postmodernised landscape
i’m not buying
Today’s classic example of how to grip the outside with a rhetoric that deftly turns it into an extension of the inside. But the outside is already there; it is not a “free gym”. The concept of an outside is … Continue reading
Filed under outright politics, the postmodernised landscape
boxing day
Bicycle in mud. Monitor in mud. Putney from Fulham. We went past Fulham football ground, where a man was fighting repeatedly with security guards who were trying to throw him out. He would shout “Hey!” in a surprised voice, as … Continue reading
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reaching the dream
Reversing her mother’s trajectory, Roxy Freeman exchanged the gypsy life for a flat in Brighton, where I can’t see or feel the change from one season to the next, I crave greenery, and I constantly wrestle with the emotion of … Continue reading
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acts of enclosure
Though not much of a swimmer, I was interested in this until I saw their caps, which reminded me of this. More Acts of Enclosure in the new style, in which an activity open to any human being–going for a … Continue reading
Filed under outright politics, the postmodernised landscape
