Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Convention aftermath and the Sandman Overture

Home from the biggest gaming convention of the year since a few days back. I had a splendid good time, as I usually do. To not be able to walk into a room without someone waving at me wanting to hug me or ask me to join a game. That feeling of being surrounded by awesome people who wish me no harm, it's like coming home. And even apart from the lovely people I've had a lot of fun with the boardgaming and roleplaying.

The downside of it all is that I seem to have been smitten with the traditional convention-pestilence. So I've spent the past couple of days in a coughing and sneezing fever-daze. Oh well, totally worth it. I've tried being at least a little productive, but my brain cannot seem to handle focusing on scientific papers right now, not to mention thesis-writing. So instead I've gorged myself on the Sandman Overture, while drinking copious amounts of ginger milk (vegan, of course) and listening to David Bowie.


... it is the nature of Dreams, and ONLY of Dreams, to define Reality.

I'm not sure what to say about this latest Sandman episode except "wow". What expectations I had were widely surpassed by its beauty and fantastic storytelling. It didn't take me long to fall head over heels in love with it, especially after having re-read large parts of the series fairly recently. Some questions were answered, and some new ones were raised. Just as it should be.

I'm also reading my way through a collection of Irish folk tales I brought home with me from the trip I made there over the holidays. Also very interesting and entertaining, especially as it is very obvious that modern fantasy is inspired by them to a very large degree. Also deep musing such as this one:

“He shrugged and raising his hand high above his head began to work the enchantment. But the spell seemed to take longer than usual to work. Perhaps, thought Brian, the power of the Dagda and Danu is not so strong in these foreign waters where none worship them. Do the gods live by the faith of men? he wondered.”

There is one thing which confuses me, though. What in all the world is orchilurum? Apparently something which the king of Greece had in his treasury. Google and all my dictionaries have failed me in explaining exactly what it is, though. Anyone?

That's enough ramblings for now. I'm feeling better, and I think after a day like this I'm ready to face the world tomorrow.

Love and Dreams,
Winterdragon

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Review: Chapterhouse: Dune

Chapterhouse: Dune Chapterhouse: Dune by Frank Herbert
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Finally finished with Dune! This book series became less and less interesting as it went on. A relevant idea concerning philosophy or religion here and there, perhaps, but other than that I was bored more than anything else. And the characters remained carbon constructs. The first one was brilliant and well worth reading, but the rest I don't think I'd recommend. As for any other sequels, or prequels, or whatever... noooo thanks. I've had well enough of this.

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Wednesday, 16 March 2016

Review: The Silmarillion

The Silmarillion The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Half a lifetime later I return to this book, in its original language this time. And yes, it remains among my absolute favourites. If anything, I liked it even better this time around. There is so, so much I love about this book. The mythology! The language! The WORLD. A beautiful epic, it once again captivated me from beginning to end (possibly excepting the rather tedious tale of Túrin Turambar). And it all gives off such a deep feeling of solidity. The idea that this is the work of one single person rather than an entire people is astounding.

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Monday, 7 March 2016

Bevismaterial

Det var som att leta efter bevismaterial. Bevis för vad? Inga brott. Bara din existens. Din doft bleknar trots att vi inte tvättar, men dina ord finns kvar. De var det vackraste med dig, och är kanske det jag saknar mest. Bitar av en låt. Ett brev från en rollspelskaraktär. Spontan poesi. Djupa självreflektiva utläggningar. En att göra-lista. Ett litet sms med ett hjärta i.

Det är skatter nu. Det var det kanske alltid. Jag samlar ihop dem med gråten i halsen, famlar desperat efter varenda bokstav du skrivit. Saker betyder ingenting, det är bara stoft som tillhörde din kropp. Men det här är små bitar av din själ. Dina skapelser, ett märke du lämnade på världen.

Bakom orden avtecknar sig din silhuett, men bortom den är det tomt. En tystnad som är så öronbedövande att jag inte står ut utan att ständigt ha distraktioner omkring mig. Jag som brukade älska den.

Mycket är så annorlunda nu, i efterhand. Jag kan se många saker klarare, men åt vissa håll vågar jag inte ens titta. Trots att det knappast finns någon slutgiltighet kvar att frukta. Bara hålet i min verklighet som din avsaknad av existens utgör. Den parallella framtid som nu blivit meningslös att spekulera kring. De drömmar som nu saknar verklighetsförankning så fullständigt att jag knappt orkar drömma dem längre. Jag har tvingats in i nuet bara därför att det förflutna gör för ont och framtiden är för skrämmande.

Fan. Jag saknar dig så jävla mycket. Kan inte fatta att det har gått ett helt år.

Winterdragon

Saturday, 5 March 2016

For the sake of updating

Coming back to life from a cold that had me knocked down for a couple of weeks. Bleh. I spent the fever-dazed time doing productive things such as sleeping, organising my digital bookshelf, losing work-hours, and pimping my blog a little. Look up there! There's a link to a page that says 'links'. Take a look and you might find something useful. More might be added if I feel inclined.

That's all for now. When next I see you I'll hopefully feel like sharing something of greater interest.

Love and blogging,
Winterdragon