“Review by Drake_Lightle / user info…
September 23, 2006
Let’s start with a prelogue to the review:
My heart goes out to you, SoylentBrian, for the genius and beauty of your mind is lost in the general malaise of most of the decaying corpus of humanity that we call Modern Man.
Your modality of writing is the future, it should be the present, but it is not. Believe me, I know what it is to be an anachronism…to be lost in time with a painful awareness that hindsight will see clearly what it could not see in foresight or even when it held it within its own fingertips. It sucks…but it is reality.
For those who are reading this and do not know what I am talking about, let me expla…
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“Review by Drake_Lightle / user info…
September 23, 2006
Let’s start with a prelogue to the review:
My heart goes out to you, SoylentBrian, for the genius and beauty of your mind is lost in the general malaise of most of the decaying corpus of humanity that we call Modern Man.
Your modality of writing is the future, it should be the present, but it is not. Believe me, I know what it is to be an anachronism…to be lost in time with a painful awareness that hindsight will see clearly what it could not see in foresight or even when it held it within its own fingertips. It sucks…but it is reality.
For those who are reading this and do not know what I am talking about, let me explain, SoylentBrian’s poetry is in the thought, the philosophy, the synthesis of ideas and the semantics of the words…it is not found in metered-rhyme or structure…it clings to such artifice solely for the purpose of giving an aid of comfort those open minds who have not yet touced the fingertip of god, but who are reaching for such understanding nonetheless, albeit with lazy repose—as the personification of Man on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel—they want to understand and be enlightened… and they at least reach out. Some day they may actually be inspired (or frustrated, as god appears) to actually take pain to make the same strained effort that god makes in that portrait.
Genius, literary innovators, don’t bother trying to please those with myopic vision, who stand six inches from Seurat’s “Jet d’leau” and say, why are there all these blue and green dots…I don’t get it.” If they’d step six feet back and take a look, they’d see that all those dots actuall are the strokes which compose an impressionist image of a fountain in a park filled with people. It’s more than just dots…a whole lot more. When one sees the image, one can then begin to look for the metaphor, the message, the motivation which caused one to feverishly apply dots of color to create that particular picture.
Nothing is done without point, without purpose and intent, except by a few unevolved people who play at the idea of artistry, but who do not embrace it. In the world of Urbis, writer “Brainy” comes to mind as a very good example, a brainless wonder of sharp wit and possibilities, wasted on a complete lack of introspection or ability to experience the subtle sensuality of life and the world around her. SoylentBrian’s efforts at creation are the antithesis of such sub-mediocrity.”
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“Speak softly and carry a big stick” assumes that actions are of more value than language. How unfortunate that he did not accept language an action.
All words, all lyrics, all poetry, all prose are definitions of your name.
Speak Loudly. Speak with Integrity. Speak Honestly. Speak Openly. Speak with the sexual desire that is your love for life. Speak with Conviction. Speak your truth. Speak your life.
Speak your name.
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