Were we meant to be this way? Chrome and lipstick golems, Matrices of issues and fallacies, Or are we full of glitches? Bugs in every interaction, Error reports aplenty,
We twitch and palpitate, Walking like static, Our bodies morphing and shifting, Streaks of colour arcing off our forms, As if on an old television, As if made of pixels,
Were we meant to be so technological? Without the means of recoding ourselves, Error icons and sheared cables, Blue screens and melted solder, I think some programs are superfluous, So call the task manager.
How goes the week? We’re only halfway through after all! It’s been rather positive over here at the asylum so far. Me and the voices have been cleaning cobwebs and all sorts. I wouldn’t call it full-on spring cleaning, but it’s made the room a bit fresher. I’ve been rather happy with the poetic output since last week as well. It’s been some time since I’ve been genuinely happy with how all of my poems have come out. I’m a naturally negative and self-deprecating person at the best of times (I know! Shocker!) and that translates into how I view my work a lot of the time. It may sound odd but I think the slowly improving weather, and the increase in sun, has helped my outlook in general. Not to mention I’ve continued to speak to fellow poets and artists on the Facebook page more too so I don’t feel quite so isolated. I’m rambling again aren’t I? Sorry, I don’t really get to rant at someone in person often.
So, on to the meat and potatoes of todays post! We’re here for the Harlequins writing music aren’t we? Well technically I’m here to write the post, but yeah! Did anybody see the clue for the musical theme earlier on today? I didn’t actually make it clear in the clue post, but todays theme is in fact related to a specific band once again. You’re going to love them I swear!
The musical theme and our musical guests for today are… Gunship! Now these fellows are a rather unique band that I don’t think get anywhere near enough exposure. They’re a band from the UK that have been active since 2014 roughly though I believe I didn’t hear of them until a couple years later. The best way I can describe their genre would be synthwave. It’s an electronic subgenre that, as you’d imagine, relies rather heavily on synthesizers to produce their innovative sounds. It’s a genre that evokes the feelings and images of the late 80s, particularly science-fiction, horror and vintage video games. It may also conjure the aesthetic of classic action movies like the Stallone or Schwarzenegger era. Think a musical companion to Blade Runner or Contra or Knight Rider. That’ll prepare you pretty well for the fabulous music of Gunship. Just as an aside, their music videos are badass too! Right, let’s get on with it eh?
Please join me as we delve into the musical minds of Gunship!
Gunship – Pink Mist
Gunship – Tech Noir
Gunship – Dark All Day
Gunship – Ghost
Gunship – Fly For Your Life
And there we have it! I don’t mean to alarm anybody but I think may have a Terminator after me. Oh wait, no. That was just the music. Crisis averted! So I hope that you all enjoy the musical musings of Gunship and I do hope that you all go and check out more of their stuff. I really think they deserve to get more mainstream attention. They’re not the only synthwave artists out there of course, it’s a rather healthy scene as I understand it. I’d also recommend artists like Carpenter Brut or Kavinsky if you enjoy Gunship. I’ll include the Gunship website just below as always too.
Speaking of websites, do y’all mind checking out my social media ones. The asylum has a few that I share my poems on and also provide clues for my poems a few hours ahead of publishing them. I’m working on growing them as much as possible too as I want to meet as many of you inmates out there as I can! The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account over on Instagram and lastly and indeed leastly an account on Twitter as well! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything!
I find myself in pieces at her feet, Laid to rest, Globs of melted white silver, Torched love poems, Still smoking remnants of embraces, A sorry state perhaps, But I crave the disintegration,
My spirit burns bright red, And as if blasted by a heat ray, Grows magmatic and crystalline, But this is no science fiction, Just the fire of her eyes, Advanced weaponry that they are.
Even in the healthiest of situations, The closest of coteries, You may yet find radioactive material, Bitterness hidden in silence, Toxic opinions, Malignant arguments, Polonium isn’t always obvious, Despite its cool blue glow, But its effects can be,
Like a cancer, The radiation can seep out, Unseen even by a Geiger meter, Blighting the joy, Poisoning the friendship, Poisoning the well, The host will inevitably grow unwell, And unless decontaminated, The crew will perish.
I’ve been travelling space for eons, Been across the stars, I languish in the cold periphery of the expanse, Getting my cardio across galaxies, How do I survive you ask? I consume worlds and moons whole, Oh yes, I’ve stripped countless planets, Subsisting on dirt and magma Both flora and fauna are my entrees, Finishing the atmosphere for dessert, Then on to the next celestial meal,
What am I? They call me the great devourer, But they give me too much credit, I’m just a hungry god, Doing what gods do, Enacting our will on hapless mortals, So I continue my culinary journey, And I’ve heard of a new feast, Some jade and sapphire beauty, Laden with all manner of delicacies, They call it Earth, Sounds rather delectable.
We are all aliens to one another, We all look different, Speak differing tongues, And our brains can be extra-terrestrial, But diplomacy is always the way, Space exploration through words, Through harmony,
They say men are from Mars, And women are from Venus, But I disagree, In truth every one is a galaxy, Full of planets of memories, And poems riding comets, Orbiting a pulsing scarlet sun,
Maybe we are all Martians, But hearts are universal, They reach across nebulae, So leave your ray guns at home, Instead wield your universal translator, And make first contact, For love moves at lightspeed.
We are all automata, Little toys of questionable longevity, Following a set pattern, Fashioned of matchsticks and turpentine, We were left on some Geppetto’s worktable, The crank was turned eons ago, Starting out cyclical dramas, Our faux miracles and science fairs, You see, Our autonomy is but an illusion, We are but puppets, And we can only follow the sequence, Like any other mechanical curio, Trapped in this cycle, Until the inertia dies away.
It’s finally over! The big day has passed! Halloween came and it went. I must admit there’s isn’t another holiday that I’m interested in for the rest of this year now. Yes, that includes Christmas. Don’t @ me, as the kids say! Haha! You can if you want, it’s always lovely to hear from all of you. How was all of your Halloween celebrations anyway? Did you have a spookily fun time? Or was it a tad grave this year? I’d love to hear about it. I’m feeling like I’m in a rather significant slump now unfortunately. I don’t know if it’s the post-party blues or something else but I’d love to be cheered up by your stories.
On a more positive note, you know what day it is? It’s the day for the Harlequins writing music! Did anybody see the clue for our musical theme today? I nearly napped and forgot to post it today so I hope at least someone saw it! It was a lovely picture in my opinion.
Todays musical theme is… *poorly played drumroll* …the future! Oh yes indeed, a bit more of a vague one this week. So do I mean future as in the realms of science fiction or do I mean our personal futures? You know what? Because I’m criminally indecisive, I’ve decided it’s probably going to be a bit of a mix here. I’m more of a fantasy guy myself, but I like quite some science fiction pieces as well. For what it’s worth, my favourite science fiction movies would have to be ‘I,Robot’ and ‘Alien’. However, we’re talking about music today. Artists write about the future in a scientific sense (Robots, space and so on) all of the time, but there is a personal aspect of thinking about ones future too. It’s something we all think about at times. What shall we achieve in our days to come? What will the future hold? Well, for one I can guarantee that the future holds music! So here we go!
Join me as we delve into the musical minds of futuristic artists the world over!
And there we have it! As far as themes go, the future is rather hard to quantify unless you’re just going for your sci-fi stuff. Speaking about the future in personal terms is more difficult as the possibilities are literally as plentiful as people in the world. I hope that you enjoy the ones I’ve picked this week and check these artists out as well. I also hope you sort of get what I trying to get at with my ramblings this week.
Speaking of ramblings. would you like to check out my social media ones? You knew this was coming right? It’d be real swell of all of you to consider checking out and following me over on my social media sites as well. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Twitter (Yes, I know…) and a page over on Instagram as well. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thank you all for everything!~
Last night, There were strange lights in the sky, Creepy neon greens and oranges, Comets raving as if sentient, You remember it making your head hurt,
You wake up to eerie silence, No birds chirping or distant lawnmowers, Everything aches, Your cat hisses as you pass, The paperboy gawks way too long,
The street feels somehow off, There are bizarre burnt spots on the lawns, Your neighbour doesn’t know who you are, Passers-by stare at your house as they walk, Vacant expressions and wide eyes,
It’s your imagination you conclude, An off day surely, At least you think so, But your spouse forgets your name, Your children flinch at your presence.
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