___ _ _ _ __ ___ _ __ | |_) |_| |\ | (_ | |_ |\ | | | | | |\ | |_| | (_| | | \ | | | \| __) | |__ | \| | |__ |_| | \| | | |__ __| / ___ __ __ __ | |_| |_ / | |\ | |_ | | | |__ /_ | | \| |__ . (Tah dum!) *************************************************** Well, it's been, uhm, about the third time that I write this intro for Transient Lunacy,(the Zine), because of having to make updates. Surprisingly enough , I've been far too slow to get this thing together. =) Well. The point of this zine. Well there is no point, really. It's poetry oriented, but because there really isn't a defined point, anything can go, I 'spose. I'm kinda hoping that it'll just sortof define itself as I get submissions... =) The things in this issue of Transient Lunacy are mostly things that people have either given me, or uploaded to me, for me to put in here. If you want to upload me something neat-O or give me something neat-O (or even something not-too-neat-O) call my board and upload it. The number is (604)261-2797, and I'm Voi... read and be muddled. Enjoy. -> Voi <- **************************************************** And now the journey begins... First, Into the depths of: Some Other People's Poetry **************************************************** The light of a closed fire -------------------------- I look into the light of my closed fire its pale flames flutter and fade I see it struggle but cannot help it it is enclosed, and barred from me My fire dwindles, its death is near it struggles, but its breath is gone I watch my fire die Until only one single coal remains I find my strength and reach out take the coal in my hand I have broken the wall and taken control I have tried and so the fire will not die. -Age- ***************************************************** Gee Can I Break your china (or "the rock") ----------------------------------------- Hello miss How are you? Things may look somewhat different from where you may view This is strange somewhat deranged I can see your face from where I'm placed your eyes and mind are clearly cased inside your head I can imagine you dead on the ground Completely lifeless never to be found but beside me you look quite differently eyes rolled back seeming to plead for some one to find you Well I'm here and I will be dear but Gee can I break your china -Leif Langvand- ****************************************************** I am sad The semblance of love is lost come back to me illusion and I will hold you to my breast carress you care for you And stay with you For now I grasp only a void and the loneliless fills it till I am empty and lost. -Age- ****************************************************** To live life dead In sweet unity, my love Forever mourning those who overcame By leaving their shadows behind Is to squander in bliss Torment together Fly through the darkness Linked in red ribbon The young of crumbling earth Wrapping us softly, wholly Taking tender care Of our two lost selves -Voi- ******************************************************* my shadow dies in sunshine, my halo lies in rust, my thoughts rot in my mind, my youth crumbles to dust, your sweetness is my shame, your tears tear me apart, your touch has made me tame your hurting breaks my heart this love infects me slowly, this love cuts like a knife, this love which does control me, this love has saved my life. -dust- ******************************************************* A surge of joy, a shameful bliss I knew this boy, his touch, his kiss He heard my voice, it was my song I made the choice he didn't belong I craved his soul a fierce obsession his final right one last confession Before me on the ground fell his body by my knife From loss I have found Without death there was no life -Ka-Lyras and Rambo- ******************************************************* Don't blame me if I can't interpret your sighs, I don't read the message in your shy glance The language of a gesture is foreign to me. But whispers, whispers I understand. Come close and tell me in words what you thought before was obvious. And I in return will sigh, raise my eyes and embrace you. -Ka-Lyras- ******************************************************* And now, for StJoan's book culumn. ******************************************************* Right, well, let's just hop into this, since I feel under no obligation to tell you anything about myself at this point. Anyone whose literacy levels are at least equal to those of a spider monkey will be well versed in the area of publishing we will be discussing this time around: self-help. We've come along way since Mr. Carnegie gave us How to Win Friends and Influence People (still a top seller, btw), but whether we can call the distance covered "progress" is best left to those who spend their days making sure they're home for "Oprah" just so that they can sneer at the guests. Since most self-help are aimed at women, its no surprise that women authors are probably better represented here than even the mother of all women-oriented areas, the romance section. Melody Beattie, Gloria Steinem, Barbra DeAngelis, and so many others, are heating up this department like never before. Good thing too, what with all the men running out to experience life in the wilderness, in order to write books that somewhere have "warriors" in the title or subtitle. Gender relations, thanks to Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus (draw your own conclusions as to his basic premise) are sure to be making a comeback this winter. Also, how your sense of inner-peace relates to your financial well-being is also highly popular, through the long-term success of Napoleon (doesn't that tell you something right there?) Hill's Think and Grow Rich. Do these books help? Does it matter? I'm here to tell you these are a cash cow. Get spit on riding SkyTrain? Feel you've found a way to use that to become a more enlightened being? By all means, let the publishers know. It's best if you can find a celebrity who has suffered the same traumas as you, only to have overcome their difficulties through reading your words. This is usually helped by offering them a cut of the royalty agreements. Try John Ritter or Kevin Kline, I think they would both appreciate the publicity it would bring. Ok, well, I suppose now I should give you some real book news. For those of you who are too out-to-lunch to keep track of these things, the Nobel literary Prize has gone to: Kenzaburo Oe (Japan). New releases coming out this winter include: Maggie Siggins Louis Riel: A Life of Revolution (Hardcover,$29), which promises to be a new look at a topic that has always been controversial, to say the least. Also, out this winter is the comprehensive (and expensive, at about $95) A History of Canadian Architecture by Harold Kalman. The galley review I read was extremely positive. Another one on the bookshelves now is End of An Era by Robert J. Sawyer (paperback, $6.50). Quill & Quire calls this book "one of the most accomplished SF novels of the last 10 years. ("Quill & Quire", Oct. 94, p. 33). This book is set in the badlands of Alberta, which right there indicates a break from the norms of the SF genre. Well, thats all this time around, if you have any questions concerning new novels or authors, or anything about what's coming up in the bookworld over the next little while, just drop me a note. Cheers. StJoan PS- No, I have not heard anything yet about a new one from Jean Auel. ******************************************************* And over here, we have the token cd review, By Voi... you know... that psycho-chicken. ******************************************************* Now. I wanted a record review in here, but I couldn't find anyone to write one for me, so, hay, I'm just gonna write it myself. Dust said, "hey! You have a writing zine!", and since the intent of my zine wasn't just writing I figured that I'd go and throw in some other stuff... So, I decided to review my latest cd purchase, which is not ultra-new, but it's new enough. It's called "(Incunabula)" by a group called Autechre, and it's part of the Artificial Intelligence series on Wax Trax! Records. It opens with nice-gentle-rich-but-not-dull bare synth stuff, slipping unconsiously into a dreamworld. It's very pretty and very trance/ambient sort of stuff. Some of it is quite subtle, and there is some nice stereo effects and echos which are worth listening for. Though sometimes I wonder if they are actually there as a trick to avoid having to add greater harmonic substance as at times the melody becomes quite simple. Mind you, I'm a fan of simplicity and well-done minimalism, and for that kind of music, it's expected. Though this album is far from simple, at times they truly venture into the minimalist ambient realm, such as with the 4th track which is called "Bronchus 2", where most of the song is populated by a repitition of electronic pulses and other cool things. Though in alot of other tracks such as in "Basscadet", and more so in "Doctrine", the tracks work themselves up to a more evident dance kind of beat, though it's not something you'd play expressly for the purpose of dancing. The transitions from song to song are quite clear but are not abrupt as to not let you fall out of your dream state, and the general mood of the cd is fairly consistent throughout. This is quite a bonus for those people who like to meditate under a tree with their discman, (or for those of us who are less fortunate, our walkman,) staring out into space completely oblivious to the world. Or of course it's a bonus for those of us who like to find refuge in artificial enlightenment for a few hours. (Or, for those of us who are less fortunate, yes we won't forget them, a few minutes.) Though, the lovely consistency may be due to the recycling of alot of sounds, and the fact that some of the themes or concepts were not always expanded to their fullest. Overall I like it alot. It had alot of neat subtleties and other things like that. It's very good music for its kind, and I'm sure glad I bought it. If I had to give this cd a colour I would say most of it is a pale dark green. And, on the meditation scale it scores very well. Though it may not purge your mind of daily life altogether, it may make you not care. Eh. ******************************************************* And now a few words by Craig... ******************************************************* Goat Cheese?...No, thank you. (Alliteration Inc.) ----------------------------- Written by the one who says... NEEP! "Would you, per chance, like to purchase some of Peter's finest: Pungently Pasterized Pickled Pedestrian Parmesan Goat Cheese?" inquired a poor old man as he was passing by the Princely Paladin. "Perhaps, perhaps."replied the Paladin in part, "Has it been properly pickled with Portuguese Peppers, and then perched upon a platinum plate where the Pickled Paste could be properly played into a pear shaped protrusion?" "Why my Prince, I personally oversaw the parmesan's preparation by a Priest four days past." said the poor old pathetic man with pride, "I was then able to precariously porter the priceless palate pleaser post-haste." "Pshaw, pshaw!" piped the Princely Paladin. Then the Paladin, portraying his priceless pike pried it from its place on the saddle, removed the poor old pathetic man's plate. The Paladin then pranced off, with the peice of Peter's Pungently Pasturized Pickled Pedestrian Parmesan Goat Cheese, prettily but precariously perched upon the priceless blade, and put out for Paris. -Craig Halseth- ******************************************************* released October 24th 1994. (c)1994 Adriane Prat and respective authors.