Frenzy: London Games Fringe, GameCity
Functional Autonomy has been neglected a bit of late, for which I’m sorry.
I’m gearing up for both the London Games Festival and GameCity, both of which I’m going to be working on.
I plan to grab relaxation as and where I can this week; there won’t be much time for it, and probably none the week after. From today until the 27th, things will be spinning into a frenzy.
Tonight I’m feeling meditative, and for some reason fragments of poetry are drifting into my head. I normally don’t get on well with poetry at all, but every so often it’ll have something that affects me profoundly. Partly for safekeeping, I put two excerpts I love here. They’re from books I hated, mostly:
Carl Sandburg, The People Yes:
Once having marched
Over the margins of animal necessity,
Over the grim line of sheer subsistence
Then man came
To the deeper rituals of his bones
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, IV Death By Water:
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.