Catastif

Postcyberpunk stuff

An unclear space of time later, he was relieving himself in a scarred porcelain urinal that reeked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a week. Yellowed plaster walls crowded round him. Sullen, gouged graffiti ranged from brutal to incomprehensible and back.

PLAISTOW GANGWITS IN YER SOUP
YOUR RAGS SUIT THEM
FUCK OFF MARKEY CUNT
MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO BROWN
EMMA SUCKED MY PRICK HERE
U SUCKED IT USELF
ZEK TIV SHIT BRING THE OMBUDSMEN
FUCK THE U.N.
PISS ON YOU TOO
MEAT THE RICH

It wasn’t always clear where one message ended and the other began. Either that or he was very drunk.

He was very drunk.

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Cititorii de cyberpunk, noir urban near-future powerful  stuff sa noteze numele asta: Richard K. Morgan. De fapt fac pariu ca o parte considerabila deja il cunosc. Altered Carbon, Broken Angels, Woken Furies, Market Forces.  Morgan asta scrie fenomenal de bine. Un supersimt al actiunii rar intalnit. Si foarte cinematografic. Iar cei mai lenesi/timizi cand e vorba de citit, or sa aiba si ei parte de Morgan, partial, cand vor aparea filmele (si sunt convins ca or sa fie superhituri).

Uitasem, extrasul este din Market Forces

2 comments June 11th, 2006

QnoA

De ce uitam atat de des sursa puterii noastre? What drives us? Ce ne-a pus pe drumul pe care suntem si ne-a dat un branci puternic? De ce continuam zi de zi sa macinam cuvinte, timp, hartii, coduri, povesti  , uitand care a fost cauza esentiala? Primul motor… Si de ce uitam acele lucruri marunte care ne-au inspirat? Si de ce incepem sa ne dorim lucruri materiale de care nu avem nevoie, doar ca sa mai le bifam si pe alea? De ce ne sufocam singuri? Si de ce nu ne facem naibii un semn mare de tot cand ne aducem aminte, ca sa nu mai uitam niciodata?

1 comment June 11th, 2006