Some storm child thing

Kill the storm, wicked vain lovely child
Hunt her brood down, scatter her pride
Smother her with love, lorn and kisses
Bind her true, her bones, her wishes

Summon the dawn, the night, the faen
Burn down the house of hope again
Be not shy, be deathly dreadful vain
Break them unto death's last lonesome bane

Gather the dark thriving in their hearts
Wreck their souls, their faith, their arts
Set your will, your love, your vengeance
Battle their dark, their demons, their decadence

Rhythm, Light and Stories.

I saw the Man Of Steel twice in the last 12 hours. I never really connected with Snyder's Watchmen. I had to nod quietly whenever people spoke of its coolness. I never saw it (the coolness). But then I have never read comics of any sort. To this I attributed the disconnect and disconsolately allowed the matter rest. I was puzzled by Snyder's methods then, but being convinced that I missed the point of the entire narrative, except Dr Manhattan's uber arrogant, and hence thoroughly vindicated rhetorical reasoning (perhaps I ll create some of my own (life)), I throttled the disorientation and allowed memory to twist and file the questions for whenever. I figured it'll dawn on me in time, I did have to watch the Departed twice to get that it was about the petulant pathos of impotent gangster lords. There was something elemental about Snyder's screenplay, and hence understanding was a given, Cool things are always understood by everyone, because they haunt our synapses till then.

But Clark Kent is known. Superman is Zeus without the lust, thunder and Schadenfreude. Superman is the god in superhero lore. He is a colossus of titans, the greatest of them all. Yes, he is also one with the most insubstantial of superhero baggages (Ironman has the polymath hubris / pepper's charm, Batman has the Gandhian complex born out of misdirected guilt, Hulk has unrequited love, freak complex and a rage to give supernovas pause, and Peter Parker with again guilt and his breathtaking weakness for MJ's legs ). Superman is an orphan, but then what is new in that. Snyder's telling also empowers Superman with cosmic intent and speed greater than light. More on that later.

The first 15 minutes of the movie can be forgiven, but only because when Russel Crowe is intent on something, even if the intent languishes within a framework crawling with loopholes, alienware, and really unsubtle plot devices, I tend to shut up. This has been the case ever since I heard him give the command to unleash hell at his signal in Gladiator, second guess Adam Smith, beat Schizophrenia and charm Jennifer Connelly in A Beautiful Mind. Still it was a close thing.

(might be continued)

Extraordinaire! (?)

Beauty is relative. Beauty is absolute. It hallucinates playfully in the cerebral recesses of the beholder and languishes in the sanguine synaptic ahA!s of the critics.

Human attention however is that one critical cognitive concept that remains unadulterated since the dawn of sapience. It is always drawn in by willful or accidental differences to the boring norm. The tiger who wants to play with your jugulars, the priest offering eternal salvation, death metal, the legendary dragon who wants to eat your face, the faux pas exposes of the legerdemain of public heroes...the seemingly clever French literary foreign bodies... all draw in and retain  our focus as long as they are novel according to recognized intellectuals or cool according to the wanabee punks of the world.

The trigger for this post is this thought holler of  Salman Rushdie's

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/28/opinion/sunday/whither-moral-courage.html?pagewanted=all

I know he wrote the Satanic verses. No I haven't read it. No I do not approve of the Stygian title. Yes I am willing to reserve judgement till I read it.

I am pretty sure there is an evolutionary reason for this (the why's and how's of paras 1 and 2). Further cyber mumbling pending research. To establish suggestive verisimilitude, I shall also have to dig up pertinent examples from this quarter of millennium. Will this comprehensive incompleteness stop me from posting this title on the social network? I don't think so. This is, I think a corollary of the basic premise of para 2 when applied to an individual universe. More research on this required as well...

Daeonlun Sunshield

Under construction.

Love was blue, and vile was black
Roses turned red, when silences calk
With souls sold, this tale was wrought
Mercy bled when justice was bought

Patterns of light fought shades of suns
Peace and hate, the battle worn sons
Karmic balance, lousy beauty bright
Dragons wept as angels turned wight