Going Up – An Inspiration Haiku and My Introduction To Arthur C. Clarke

At work I came across a big fat short story collection by the late science-fiction legend Arthur C. Clarke. To my shame I must admit that I have not read anything by Clarke, ever! For someone calling himself a sci-fi buff, that simply won’t do. So I bought the book and got to reading. Just a few stories in, but I am really enjoying it and look forward to more of Clarke’s work. Just from what is basically a sneak peek I can definitely see why the man is considered such an influential figure in the field of science-fiction. The very short piece Reverie, its conclusion in particular, I found especially inspiring and I highly recommend it, mostly to fellow writers of science-fiction, but definitely not restricted to them. Overall I’ve found actually reading  again, and such a great writer at that, incredibly refreshing and inspiring and I feel it’s going to do my writing a whole lot of good. ^_^

Going Up
What if I would stand
On the shoulders of giants
What might awaken?

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Between the Conclaves – 2. Dantooine: Reflections, Part 5

2. Dantooine: Reflections

Part 5

She looked at the utterly silent Shamila at her side. The young Padawan’s eyes seemed to be sparkling, pointed at the ceiling. The girl looked at the woman, pressed her lips together, and smiled.

“B-bultar,” she stuttered and without out warning jumped at her and flung her arms around her. Bultar felt the girl’s tears soaking through her robe. She patted her gently on the back.

“You understand now, Shamila?” she said softly. “To be able to be a good Jedi, to serve the Galaxy, we must understand and follow the Jedi Code and teachings, sometimes at the cost of ourselves. But, we cannot do this, if we don’t have hope. We cannot help others, give them hope, if we cannot help ourselves, do not have that hope ourselves.” She moved Shamila’s head up gently until they looked at each other and dried the girl’s tears with her hand. “Vhiran became my hope, my strength. Let Nillanthir be yours.” A slight smirk formed around Bultar’s lips. “So, next time you see him, jump at him like you just did with me, alright?”

Shamila nodded, first softly, then firmer. “A-alright. I, I will! I will do that!” She sat back at the Knight’s side again. “Thank you, Bultar.”

Bultar gave her a friendly nod. She stood up and stretched her arms and legs. Finally she smiles again. She thought to herself as she looked at Shamila. This way she should be, happy. She knelt down in front of the girl, then sat down in crossed-leg position and grinned at her. “Now, Shamila. You tell me, tell about Nill. What is it you like about him?”

“Huh?!” Shamila looked up in shock. “T-tell you… But, that, that would be, awkward.”

“Doesn’t have to.” Bultar shook her head calmly. “Just think of me as, your big sister!”


“That’s right.” She nodded. “You can tell me anything, and you can trust me to keep it between the two of us!”

“A-anything?” A sparkle appeared in the girl’s eyes again.

“Anything!” Bultar gave a confirming nod.

Shamila took a deep breath and smiled happily. A huge load had already been lifted from her shoulders, and now, her hope had risen even more. She was so thankful Bultar was there with her. “Well,” she finally began, still a bit carefully. “When I saw him the first time, on Zalor…” She stopped. “Bultar, are you alright?” she asked in a nervous tone.

The Jedi Knight’s look had turned glazed all of a sudden. She seemed to stare ahead at nothing. Suddenly her hands started trembling heavily, then her arms too. Bultar tried to get some grip on the floor, but her body was now shaking uncontrollably. “V-Vhiran…” Then her eyes shut tight and she fell backwards onto the floor.

Bultar!” Shamila cried out. She knelt down at Bultar’s side and tried to wake her up. “Bultar, don’t this! Please, wake up, Bultar!” The girl looked around, as if looking for help. “Master Vhiran!” She called out in desperation and shook her head in disbelief. What is this?! Another nightmare?! Then… Then let me wake up, now! Just as she started sobbing, she felt a hand on hers.


The girl looked down surprised, to see Bultar’s eyes being opened again. “Bultar!” her eyes lit up in joy and relief. “Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry if I startled you like that.” Slowly, Bultar managed to sit upright again and nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. But, I think Vhiran might be in trouble!” She looked at the cave hallway Vhiran had went into, then back at Shamila. “Come!” She jumped up, almost as if nothing at all had happened to her just a few moments ago, and inclined her head to the hall.

Shamila nodded firmly. Fearful about what might have happened to her Master, but now with renewed hope and strength, she followed Bultar’s lead, deeper and deeper into the crystal cave.

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Daily Writing Part 132. Story of Poems Part 70

Random words of the day: Music. Bed.

Two days late, but The Artist’s Tale is finally back! It’s a bit odd that it took so long, considering quite a bit of today’s part was already written. As with many things, however, the last steps proved to be the hardest. Music was the word proving troublesome to fit in this time around, without throwing out what I already had and starting all over, that is. Thankfully there was no need for that, or the possibility of even greater delay would have been a definite possibility! Instead we are back on track once more with the strange occurrences our, colourful cast of characters finds itself in every week. And in the end, despite the usual trouble one of the words provided, I’m glad for with combination of words. I mean, how else would we have gotten the inclusion of not the overly cheerful yet musically inclined anthropomorphic flora making their first appearance today? ^_^

The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 4
Meanwhile near the chapel’s entrance
Lied the pieces of its gate
A charred trail shaped just like a runway
Ran for many meters straight

At the trail’s end rose a tall spiked ridge
Where the giant gull was seated
Below, among the capsicums
Lied its enemies, defeated

Like the needle of a compass
The bird’s head then turned North
Where, near a cabin, from a bush
Five creatures scuttled forth

There appeared without a sign
Four scorpions, fleet of foot
And a fifth on massive wheels
Emitting dark black soot

No time to spare!” one of them called
And warily looked ’round
Then placed the bin within its claws
Before it on the ground

Energy flowed as it opened
Straight up to the sky
As on instinct, then, the artist
Held their toothbrush high

Down then came the energy
And with the brush collided
Then visions of a lawn appeared
Where prejudice had subsided

No labels used for anyone
No judgment did befall
‘t Was filled with peace up to the brim
And iPods, free, for all

Just as it came the vision went
As a telephone went ringing
The artist recognized the tone
Guitars, quite loud but swinging

With a slight bit of embarrassment
They picked their phone up fast
A sparkling voice replied at once
“Just parking! Please hold fast!”

A butterfly came flying in
Just as the call had ended
A pattern like a compass shaped
Showed on its wings so splendid

I take the picnic hasn’t ended”
Spoke the butterfly
“The referendum can’t begin”
“Before we had some pie!”

In any case, I’m glad you came”
“Especially you, old gull”
“How have you been, my feathered friend?”
“Still as wealthy as you’re dull?”

Before the gull could answer
The butterfly set down
On a bed of manlike flowers
Playing music with a frown

sad flower

For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.


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Daily Writing Part 131

Random word of the day: Fleet

This was a fairly last-minute work. I took the word from the random word generator not that long before my scheduled posting time and even then pondered on how to proceed. A limerick? Probably at least an each-letter-of-the-word-is-the-first-letter-of-each-line poem… And then, as I was just throwing out lines coming to mind, trying to find something that could work, the first line of what became today’s poem, simply stuck and I started writing it down. It took a bit of chiseling and polishing here and there, but I enjoy the final result: reminiscent of classic horror, with some elements of the supernatural and a pinch of mystery. Adding to that the absent context, allowing the few words and descriptions that are there to set the tone and mood and giving the reader an opportunity to fill things in themselves, also reminded me of another poem, one I wrote last year. To conclude, as back then: there you have it! ^_^

Their Last Flight
Floating through the midnight air
Coursed a sight quite strange and rare
Eerie tattered vessels carried
Every soul that once lied buried
Taking them from rest to dark despair

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Same Old… – A Haiku

The first Artist’s Tale after the vacation will be coming this weekend. It was supposed to be here today, as scheduled, but for reasons the haiku below explains perfectly, it will be delayed just a little. Some things never change, do they? ^_^;

Same Old…
And too many distractions
Really bog down work

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Daily Writing Part 130

Random word of the day: Loom

There’s this lady in my neighbourhood who walks by every day, walking her dogs. Which is perfectly fine. Walking is a pretty integral part of taking a care of dog, right? However, around the same time every day, just outside my window, to get the dogs to listen to her, this lady has the tendency to yell at her dogs, at a high volume, every five seconds, for quite a while. Because as politics has shown us: if you just keep yelling loud and long enough, eventually you’ll be listened to. In short: she’s quite, present. It also just so happens I’m not really the confrontational type who goes out and says something about it. I’m more of the type to get annoyed by it, passive aggressively groan and complain about it and then at least turn all that negativity into something positive, say, a bit writing! So, loud dog lady will likely be part of my daily routine for a while, but at least she got the creative juices flowing (… yeah, hearing it! ^^;) and made a combination of the haiku and the each-letter-of-the-word-is-the-first-letter-of-each-line poem a reality! Thrice huzzah, I say! ^_^

Loud Noises
Outside my window
Overly rowdy voices
Maybe tone it down?

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Daily Writing Part 129

Random word of the day: Chameleon

Something a little different today. Its content was more or less decided the moment I got the word, although the details proved a bit more challenging. I did a bit of research on the creature in question (‘research’, consisting of going to Wikipedia and reading through the article on the chameleon a little ^^; Quite interesting, actually. I didn’t know about all the various species of chameleon there apparently are!) And so this little haiku was born. Hope you’ll enjoy. ^_^

The Hunt
A hidden lizard
Striking at its distant prey
Among the branches

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

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