Going Redundant! (News)

Don’t worry, the title is a mix of this news article and the last news article.  As of Monday I realised a new blog.  A serial piece of fiction entitled A Redundant Life.  Its still hosted on WordPress.  Its serial fiction and the idea will be to see where it goes and let the story and characters develop as they fall.  I will be really particularly interested in reader interaction.  I see that as one of the greatest attractions that serial works have, the likes that Charles Dickens wrote (such as Oliver Twist.)  Hopefully with both you and me I can make a better story.

The idea to write it has been coming to mind more recently with the more effort I have been going to, to prove my illustration abilities for Clan Raven Cub professional ventures.  More and more I have been thinking I should be working to my strengths and writing is one that I seem to have been giving a back seat.  Putting it live like this has made me sit and come back to it on a regular basis (even if the intervals between posts won’t be regular.)

The story is about a young man that has recently been made redundant, and yes while I have gone through that recently, I think it is something a lot of people can also appreciate and I think it has plenty for us all to think on, a different perspective to one we usually think of.

Enjoy and please do take part!



Excavations in Pre-Rami (Poem)

On the edge of the world,
Overlooking all our waters drain away into the abyss,
The tri-am-varate with their hands clasped together,
Motioning for Creation to continue and from nothing to order,
Chaos and Eros and Gaia,
There with us mothers, fathers and parents all,

All I can do is stand and watch and wait,
The Babylon’s cry summoning me from the Void,
To a force as primal,
To a force with nothing,

Creation always made from the cold swirling forces of Abyss,
Love always made from the abyss the part of the soul that never was,
She calls to me,
She creates me,
Recreates me,
Mother to me is she as I am made anew,

And no force on Earth, On Heavens, On the Forests,
Can contain for love is yet to be,
Always bleeding into reality,
Pumping the lovers heart,
With a new, ever-creating blood,

Baphomet’s prayer,
Chaos’s blessing
And so I cry to the Moon,

I love Youuuuuuu,
And taken, spaken on the lips of a thousand wolves it murmurs,
A hidden hum to life