i found some old files. things from a year ago or more that I'd forgotten about.... not that they were worth remembering.

2007?
 


  

2001

i've been saying this for years..... e-paper



22 pages . 1 piece of plastic.

the book is creeping closer and closer to its release.
I can't express my excitement for people to finally see this massive piece of work

There are several stories under the Zuerst S.F.Magazine umbrella but the story that i've spent the most time working on is (unofficially) titled Esdraelon...or Treggeron...or just Untitled. I haven't decided.

I've spent a lot of time converting the narrative of that story into verse. In what i originally intended to be heroic verse (dactylic hexameter) but that was WAAAY too hard so i settled for a free-form meter.


here is an excerpt from the first chapter. there are parts that will make more sense later when its printed with the art. 



to man, god bestowed a golden bowl
to compliment his mortal soul
within were eyes to see through ether's screen
and mouths to wail and scream and sing
and bodies to fill the void from here to heaven
to fill a place which had been taken...
...hitherto by phantoms
whose cadence is silence
rending the heavens
in the dusk of god's absence

the abomination of desolation-
like rome trampling jerusalem-
could there have been a worse place or time
to be born than warsaw in 1939?
a decision had to be made
so my parents gathered up the money they'd saved
Hidden, Mother and Father fled away
- by train, by ferry - to Sweden for haven
Vastervik , the city by the bay,
is where we were ultimately taken

Now the year is 1940
the war has become increasingly sordid
as sources reported the fall of france
and lifted hands towards ol' eng o' land
but britons stand against german advance
fortified by Churchill's stance-
"Never Surrender"- echoed throughout september
And grew louder as london fell in mid-december

We were sheltered by Sweden's neutrality
and experienced the war only minimaly
With the savings of my father's father-
who was too old to leave warszawa
( under his own or god's power )
we three lived comfortably during that tumultuous hour

but our comfort was tempered
by bouts of epilepsy
I began to suffer during infancy
the problem exponetionally multiplied
When a tumor grew above my eyes

and as I grew my parents grew disheartened
as I was generally regarded
as brain damaged or retarded
oblivious and silent I sat
never a smile or a laugh
In '43 doctors said children like me
were afflicted because of autism
what was fantasy and what was reality
for us there was simply no division
speaking without words
seeing without sight
and for 5 years of my life I suffered at night
from fevers and severe night terrors
but my nightmares weren't restrained to dreams
the things i thought, things i would see
came to life moving between me
strange faces, that stayed...staring... fixated upon me

then I, mute for 5 years since birth,
in the night... spoke my first words

No. Something had spoken through me
-a phantom entity-
screaming across the sky
pulled from zones unknown by the vacuum of my mind

an abstract catastrophe
i live, but my mother and father die
all alone
a child sleeping on his parents powdered bones

this was 1943
and sweden had just signed a treaty
which was basically an agreement
with allied forces to cease shipment
of all ball-bearings from their shores
to germany for use in the war
so it was sweden's conclusion
that a rogue german battalion
bombed vastervik in retaliation

while the incident was a tragedy
the government was grateful there were no greater casualties
in fact, there were only two
who coincidently were jews
so sweden was content to leave the matter,
pertaining to my dead mother and father, alone
and sent me to an orphanage in stockholm

the tumor growing out of my brain
was causing me unimaginable pain
the orphanage did the best they could
but no one there understood
what they could do to help
in what they felt was my inevitable death

He's a year old. Its about time he started earning his keep around here. Milk ain't cheap kid!