Posts Tagged ‘science’

The sun is a tyrant,
Thermometers were its heralds,
Yet we still opened our windows,
Below these beams of radiation do I reside,
And my willpower is stripped from me,
Melted down to perspiration,
Burned to cinders,
Scorched beyond recognition,

I am a wickerman,
Burned to X’s and O’s,
Sandcastles have become my skin,
Sweat has become my lifeblood,
My breath has become a menagerie of spices,
Made pink by the skys hatred,
I am scorched,
As are we all.

The human world is a machine,
Forcibly implanted into the flesh of the Earth,
Its blades feeding deep into ore and fauna both,
All gears and buzz saws,
Propellants and crude oil,
Skyscrapers and drills,
Crewed by billions of little viruses,
Arms-dealers and fuel barons all,
Giving this machine its relentless drive,

This human device is self-propagating,
Procreation is refuelling the machine,
Birth to coffin and back again,
Meat and fat and ribs,
Keeping that grinder chock-full,
Little darlings as high calibre rounds,
Piercing the planets chest cavity,
Heat death on the way,
An apocalypse by inches.




Over the electric waves,
We are told there’s an app for everything,
Little neon geists in our palms,
Portable cyclopes,
Programs for every dilemma,
Apps for every sin,

Trading your organs for stocks online,
There’s an app for that,
Losing the social graces of a real human,
There’s an app for that,
Gambling your final savings,
There’s an app for that,
Deviously seeking an alternative to our spouse,
There’s an app for that,

There’s apps for all sorts,
Candy and arsenic,
Biscuits and viruses,
We are androids joined at the wrist,
To these rectangular demons,
These apps.

Around me lies a void of dead space,
A cold vacuum,
An orbit of haunted shipwrecks and scrap debris,
Broken spacesuits and heartbroken asteroids,
A desolate astral barrier,
Silent and lonesome,
It’s between me and the cosmos of society,
Their planets are lightyears away,
Muted and hazy,

I don’t mind it though,
I shut off the oxygen valve myself,
Flushing myself out.

The world is naught but pixels,
A video game,
A snuff film,
All high-definition screens,
No soul,
Just pretty graphics,
With stupefying fidelity,
As long as you don’t gaze too close,

If you do,
Expect to see the flaws of the world,
Electrical faults,
Dull non-player characters,
Shallow characters following ill-realised scripts,
The dead pixels,
Static that we all swim amongst,
Until our monitors breathe their last.

At times I am gaseous,
Formless,
Toxic,
Barely visible to the eye,
A haze on the periphery,
A vaporous outsider,

I am chemical unknown,
Free in the air,
Drifting aimlessly through existence,
Evidently harmful to pleasantries,
Allies retreat from my vapour,
I fear I am carbon monoxide,

I’m a pariah,
Social mustard gas,
Noxious to upstanding dialogue,
I don’t belong out there,
I belong in an airtight container,
An oubliette of four walls.

When people look at me askance,
It must be due to my inhumanity,
As if I escaped from a zoo,
I’m a troglodyte,
Beneath even the street throng,
A subhuman,

I long to be human,
To be more than this primate clown,
Playing with sticks and berries,
I want to be one of them,
To evolve from this crude form,
To walk shoulder-to-shoulder with them,

Instead I shriek and crawl,
Not yet evolving into a man,
I howl in trees,
Revelling in my genetic inferiority,
Instead of maturing into society,
I shelter lifelong in the primeval habitat I made,

A habitat of reclusion,
Out in the wilds.

Hey there inmates!

How are you doing? Having a nice week? Keeping your socks clean and such? That’s just fab to hear! I’m having an alright week as well. I’ve felt productive and reasonably confident in my work, which is always something of a novelty. I think it’s that novel nature that leads me to declare it each time it happens. Almost like memorializing it for myself. Haha!

So, it’s a wednesday. Once more into the breach! It’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music today. Once again there is a theme to my musical choices today. Have any of you seen the clue on my social media? Any idea what it is? To be honest, it was a pretty obvious clue. But not everything has to be so machiavellian eh?

The theme for todays post is space! The very image and enigma of space has inspired countless artists in the past. Oh yes indeed! That “final frontier” in the words of one of those Star Trek guys. I’ve always found it fascinating. From the moon, to the stars. From artwork of a nebula, to the planets of our solar system. It’s just all so gargantuan and beyond anything a human mind can conceivably compute. It’s just so inspiring. I can spend hours of the night just looking up wondering what’s up there. What mysteries does that black void hold? There are many songs about aspects of space. Or just give the feeling of floating around in a vacuum. Many people write about the moon and it’s eerie but romantic face. I’ve heard songs about the night sky as an image, a giant landscape painting. I could go on all day, but I imagine you guys want to hear some music eh? Let’s listen to five song and artists that I feel encompass the marvels of the stars beyond.

Join me, as we delve into the musical minds of intergalactic artists the world over!

TheFatRat – MAYDAY
https://twitter.com/ThisIsTheFatRat

Peter Schilling – Major Tom
https://www.peterschilling.com/

Muse – Supermassive Black Hole
https://www.muse.mu/

David Bowie – Space Oddity
https://livemap.davidbowie.com/

Thin Lizzy – Dancing In The Moonlight
http://www.thinlizzy.org/

And there we go for another volume of the Harlequins writing music!

So, what do you think? There’s some intergalactic tunes for you all. There are many others I could have included of course. Special mention to Walking on the moon by REM, it missed the list by the slimmest of margins. I also think it’s worth mentioning the sheer number of relaxation mixes of music inspired by space. Nothing is more calming than some soft echoing tones while looking at beautiful picture of the universe. I hope you all enjoy my choices for this week and that you check these artists out if you’re unfamiliar. I know it’s basically a cardinal sin to not have heard of David Bowie, but even so! Haha!

Let’s have some social media nonsense for this week eh? The asylum has a presence on other social media sites. I have a Facebook page, an Instagram page and an account on Twitter. I share random things over there and I also share clues for my poems and writing music themes a few hours before they are posted. If you enjoy what I do here at the Asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything people!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

As an automaton you historically knew only cold,
But a curious line of code has manifested,
From beeps and boops comes a new sensation,
From your silicon cranium,
Come computations out of left field,
Urges more of a biological nature,
Inciting brash movements with your robotic arms,
A glitch perhaps,

This wasn’t what you were made for,
Illogicality made into movement,
To embrace a loved one,
What does that mean?
To thrash about in rage,
Why be angry?
To dance an exuberant jig,
Does not compute,

Like spectres emanating from your cabling and solder,
Is this what an emotion is?
That aberrant trait your makers hold,
What purpose does this program serve?
And why does it rouse these actions?
If you are a machine,
Why is it working?
What is this fluid falling from your optics?

I remember the time the sun fled,
Or perhaps perished,
Finally giving way to the obsidian beyond,
I remember it well,
The sun set as it always did,
The world followed its routine to dreamland,

But the sun never rose again,
The morning never came,
She had abandoned us,
All was blackness,
All became deathly cold,
Man knew only artificial light,

A mistake the pundits said,
A punishment the preachers bayed,
Impossible the men of science cried,
And yet the sky proved them false,
The sky remained ever in the night,
Stars flickering as if in mockery,

I look up even now,
The twilight is a funeral pall for us,
The moon refuses to take its place,
Perchance knowing full well the stage play,
Or complicit in this slow oblivion,
A murderer in our midst,

The sun is gone,
Never to rise again,
And the world is choked in her absence.