May 13th, 2009


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I pictured the boys there, bodies heaped, sweat and dirt and flecks of bright young blood on their clothes. I could hear Blackbird and Robin gasping, crying. Above them Wren and the others breathing hard, the great silence of the north reaches, the unpopulated houses and the broken City streets.

The whole pathetic arc of it stirred me, I laid a hand on Blackbird's arm. He smiled. Kiki finished the drink, the sun finished its fall. The evening wrapped us up. Which one of us stood first I'm still not sure. We were all together before long, looking away from the sunset, now toward the darker places. Past those pools of orange, down the hill and across the low roofs and lawns here to stare at the ruined Broad Way.

"All right. Let's get in there."
shtay behind my aura!

An icon-relevant observation

In Zardoz, the tiny projection screen from Arthur Frayn's ring showed a list of Vortex needs. The words had different spellings, phonetic, use of z for plurals. So the movie actually prefigures our present day alterations/distortions of the language! We got there hundreds of years ahead of schedule!

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