Ralph and Sue Dwens House,
Kaitangata point, New Zealand, photographed by Derek Henderson.
MAN of the WORLD, Issue No.5
Dart River, New Zealand.
My real blog is at www.rollsouth.com. You should look there.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley, Invictus
Mt Donna Buang, winter, 2014.
This guy. A poet in film.
“Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, On Fairy-Stories
I’ve started a new cyberpunk themed tumblr. Have a poke about and hit the +follow button if you like it! Cheers.
henry dorsett case, first concept art from natali’s ‘neuromancer’
true cyberpunk is a tao of crowds not of tech. it’s the movement of memory and perception vacillating between ‘clandestine’ and ‘zeitgeist’. it’s a method of understanding surrounding systems. a state of observation. A perch from whence to look around and arrange ideas where the eidetic is king and solipsism is battle armor.
cyberpunk is cybernetics as the study of human systems, not electronic and mechanical body parts. it is living in the space between. riding between cultures and divining authenticity from them. an anthropology of the space between the nodes of all systems and recognition that each is connected.
it’s real, doesn’t need to be defined by an aesthetic or an era and isn’t beholden to cargo cult neon noir dystopic futurism.
a cowboy’s work is never done.
i like posting so late on tumblr in the EST that this post will barely get reblogged. i can feel it.
Slightly heavy handed prose, but the feeling’s there. Dig it.
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