Satrap of Saturn

[originally published 11 September, 2022] been a long time, towers. a friend just reminded me of a special moment we shared on the plaza between One and Two. i used to visit WTC now and then, sketch people in the plaza, sit and read with my back to Two or One; basically just savor being in the only place in Manhattan where you couldn't see the hateful towers. many, many new yorkers hated them, resented them, cursed at them. They were visible down every avenue, bigger and uglier than anything rich people have ever built, soulless boxes full of the money and power that was mutating the city into the playground of the rich, driving out more and more of those who had grown up in manhattan or brooklyn or the bronx, who loved and knew the city, and resigned themselves to shitty service jobs or moving away. I think a lot of people forget how much we hated the towers, hated seeing them everywhere you went, gargantua and pantagruel keeping oppressive watch over a horde of vermin. so the day

Ophelia Vi: Erin Fleetwood literally all of it. I just can't follow starting with the clown bs. I am a super literal person and the fact that it starts off all weird and fantastical vs reading like a very dry straight to the point book has got me totally spun. And then the 2nd part the words/terms are suddenly all crazy huge and literally every other word and I just can't make much of it. It all runs together and jumbles up and (besides not understanding some of the words) my brain really can't break it apart. I can't stand this type of writing its so INCONSISTENT !! (Basically I wish it was just a very dry, simple but smart breakdown vs all that "batshittery") Ophelia Vi i'll give it a shot  First is a story to make the Irish experience with British monarchy personal. Ireland is not a person, it is a nation full of people, but just as people have memories and traumatic experiences, a whole nation full of people experience many things together and share th

[third draft? still problems with run-ons and occult obscurity] Adepts, give heart and ear to Harry Crosby and the memory palaces that he and his woman, Caresse, hid in the Dreamlands, accessed by a mental geometry or projection through pass operations into bubble dream realms limned by their combined efforts, by their unusual degree of telepathy, but foremost through obsessive desire to use the queer artifacts and expunge the visions from their minds that so forced themselves upon the pair after their early explorations revealed long-dead horrors wreaked by Harry's ancestral wizard. His blood-born authority to enter the old sites also marked him as the blood-bonded holder of an obligation, and and debt... What they did to complete and discharge the centuries-delayed obligation, they did only by compulsion, and only with the operational knowledge their witless trespass into the saturated space of the ritual centers had forced into Harry's mind, the first of the Crosby line to e

For the attention of @malafoostress [[[Archive, Old Arxiviste, Confederation, tech level; divergent ideas]]] gosh there are lotta run-on sentences!  Additions as of 26 Oct. '22 in rust Archive and Archaism — the Archive is an integrated, self-referential and functionally complete explanatory system of knowledge; to call it science or art or cosmology is inadequate. Sustained by sophisticated information systems (often roughly stove-sized fixtures with a long-standardized interface and display arrangement, decorated and extremely durable, built to last millennia if not actively thrown in a star or such!)  Among other aspects it contains enormous long records of thousands if not millions of worlds throughout the Diaspora and integrates any number of xenosophont (aliens, all long extinct or reclusive by the time of the human galactic expansion) , the thoroughly patahuman or posthuman (short-lived) civilizations, and similar exotic knowledge bases. But using the Archive bends your

  [one sultry summer night in '18, after one or three nights without sleep, your humble Satrap was inspired to make a video of a dramatic reading of some Sorq stuff: street corner conversation on the underworld, just some surface dwelling humans giving their views on living above a vast labyrinth full of monsters and ritual spaces, upon which your city's water supply depends: a dialog that i used to gin up cultural, religious, magical, power/political views of this queer state of affairs. I like doing voices, i was deep in writing-hypomania and sleep-deprivation-magic, why the heck NOT make a video without bothering to read the whole thing through first? [For the brave or bored, here are links to the foundation of my youtube fame and riches:  Sorqite Sampler of Sunblessed Speculation in re: THE UNDERWORLDS  —  Sorqite Symposium: Derailed by a Heretic!  ] The Underworld, Underdark, Abyss of Wisdom, City Without Streets, the Fief of Prince Thighbone, the Demesne of Sir Oubliette,

Spring, 2022! Year [mumble] of the Pandemy! The Tékumel Foundation, the people who sit on the dragon-hoard of dungeon maps and such created by Muhammad Abd al-Rahman Barker in a lifetime of Tékumeling, allow as how yes, actually, the Professor was a Nazi, a eugenicist, a holocaust denier. That is to say, a PROFESSIONAL, PROFESSORIAL holocaust denier, one jerk hanging his PhD on the masthead of the Journal of Historical Review , a revisionist rag with a name so bland it had to seem legit. Barker wrote among a numerous gang of scholarly Nazis who, as Nazis, are smart, educated, but fundamentally broken in the thinky-thinky meats, otherwise they'd figure out the Nazis lost and never, ever, in any world could have won against the Soviets, Yanks, and a world with only so much steel and oil, so OBVS you earmark that shit for your death camps, numerous secret weapons, vengeance weapons, ever-stranger aircraft, and plain boondoggles run by fuckin NAZI MAD SCIENTISTS. I've read Hellboy,