(POEM): Science-Fantasy-Fiction

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Terminator in the City
(concept art by Emmanuel Shiu)

 

Science-Fantasy-Fiction

 

When you’re toying between the improbable

and impossible somewhere

in the middle of the modern-

day grind

feeling like there’s not many more stories out

there left to believe

in

 

 

may I suggest exploring a 70s/80s/90s SCI-

Fi

flick: something that relates to real-

life, though exaggerated for full-

effect.

Throw in a few CYBORGS

ground-breaking special-

effects (/a hover board?)

 

 

solid b-actors like MICHAEL BIEHN/maybe even CARL WEATHERS

from PREDATOR

 

 

and at the very least it’ll be an entertaining

ride (if you can stomach it).

 

 

 

The fun is figuring out what’s really

real/when you think

you’re losing

it: reality and fiction

are often blurred/society exists

in many forms

 

 

 

and everything appears twisted like in THE MATRIX

as a cover-

up for being flat (like KEANU REEVES’

acting).

 

 

A score from BRAD FIEDEL helps drift

me off/darken

the mood; and authoritarian (ROBO-) cops come as standard

in these paranoid visions

of the future.

There’s always Dystopia

 

 

(ORWELL/K.DICK deserve credit for writing much of life’s screen-

play): the past

and present are forever linked

 

 

and the concept of time-

travel may be too hard-to-swallow

for some

but overblown, violent action set-

pieces come as a welcome distraction

–      planets getting blown up/species shot to shit by laser

cannons   

 

 

 

and you want ELLEN RIPLEY watching

your back with a flamethrower

just in case you make contact with an EXTRA-

TERRESTRIAL.

 

 

 

Now post- 2001, gone beyond the point of no

return

 

 

 

with the whole Galaxy left to explore, it’s easy to get suckered

into a black

hole

just trying to reach

out/connect to something; lacking any sort of direction

(like the new STAR

WARS  films);

 

 

 

James Cameron (aka GOD) preaching

to us through his DVD commentaries further

adds to the scepticism: we’re all

fucked/insignificant/soon-to-be-

extinct

 

 

common sense/theories forever getting LOST

IN SPACE or deep in THE ABYSS

 

 

 

but through desired escapism/chronic paranoia/living

in fear

we find the truth

is out there (somewhere).

 

 

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