…the “course,” or “gateway drug,” so called, and will also post a new sonnet today. On what subject and in what style, I cannot tell.
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Joe Haldeman wrote… | David Emeron: Reflections upon Reflections
I certainly am no literary critic; however sometimes… This kind of thing just comes up:
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Tony Lawrence says:
March 6th, 2013 at 1:55 pm Edit
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What works would you consider being “awesome, wicked cool?” I’ve just read and reviewed his novel, “Worlds Apart,” which I thought could’ve been presented better in writing.
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David Emeron says:
March 7th, 2013 at 1:32 am Edit
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Well, young man, I do not usually “give crit” as oft-times is it so refereed here on wordpress. Still I do make an exception here and there when the author is a well published, very established professional who has certainly heard and read much worse than anything I will say or write–no doubt from his own editors.
Although I did enjoy the Worlds novels, they are in fact of the type I mentioned–well written, engaging enough, I suppose. Our Mr. Haldeman certainly knows story structure and has a polished hand. But still, for him, these novels are lacklustre. If perhaps he was not capable of writing a variety of novel that is much more original and interesting… perhaps then, it might seem less so; but all the while reading them–and the Forever series–I could not help comparing them to those very original works of which I know he is capable.
I confess, I have not read all he has written; however, if you had perused my entire entry above, you might have see me make mention of “Buying Time” and “Mindbridge.” “Mindbridge,” for example is one of those very original works. Even from a distance, quite literally (in that even if the pages are too far away from your eyes to read) many of them appear fascinating.) Since this was the first novel by Mr. Haldeman that I read–and I read it when it was new, so many years ago–and, since it amazed me so, and was so very original and entertaining, it tended to be the standard by which I “judged,” so to speak, his other work. He has not written exclusively such works as “Mindbridge” by any means–many of his works are quite conventional. I meant every word I wrote up above. His “normal” prose–while it might generally not seem so coming from another writer–seems lacklustre coming from Mr. Haldeman, of whom I know to be capable of much more interesting, entertaining, and thought provoking work.
Decades later, I came across “Buying Time,” also very original and Haldemanesque in its originality, perhaps even surpassing Mindbridge in this way. It made me laugh in ways in which I have not done before, and made me think, and was entertaining and unpredictable, but most of all, his unique presentation–some might call them gimmicks; but he uses them to such effect that I would not call them such–was most definitely something a man perhaps the better part of a century younger than I might term “awesome,” or “wicked cool.” I dare say, my socks were, by this novel, “knocked so far off,” that I never did recover them. At least in the laundry I generally lose but one at a time.
I hear tell of other novels of his which are at this level of originality, but I do not know which they are at present. “Buying Time” was written a great deal of time after “Mindbridge,” and it shows. Like it or not, you will no doubt perceive this if you read them both.
There was a decade or two in which I read exclusively science fiction, and at that time, he was perhaps my favourite–at least in some respects.
It was in fact, “Mindbridge” that caused Steven King to pen his now famous and much reprinted quote regarding Mr. Haldeman; something to the effect of: “If there was a Fort Knox for science-fiction writers who really matter, we would have to keep Joe Haldeman locked up in there.” I am paraphrasing, of course; the Google search box is very far away from my mouse cursor at present, perhaps a whole 8 or 9 inches!
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The 101:
I have three steps so far from freeverse to decasyllabic line. Next will be blankverse: in which I should approach iambic pentameter. Five sounds of two syllables each all of which have a feminine first syllable and a masculine second. And as was my plan before I was so rudely interrupted by existential sadness, I am backfilling with this project. Which, thus far, I am enjoying greatly. There is also some new material not related to this that I am in various stages of completing. So, unless my work ethic disappears along with my sadness, I shouldn’t think I’ll have too much difficulty catching up.
Here is the sequence as it sits so far:
This is, of course, not a formal course, as I have neither qualifications nor experience with composing such things.
I may do a write up on each entry; however, as of now, this is not planned. My more classically enabled sweetheart and, two dear and much more classically educated friends might be willing to help me with suggestions as to how to arrange such a thing. Still, since I have the impression that this project will, at best, receive one or two hits here and there, I am in no rush to do so. Regarding the evolving sequence and the progressing sequence to follow, the sonnets themselves are the most important.
I’ll have enough to do as it is in catching myself up, as it were!
Wish me luck!
The Course:
This first round will be
the gradual evolution of one piece only.
I believe I shall showthe same or similar examples
But each one differing in subject matter
In the next short series.
I had originally written the above as the introduction to the first sonnet in the first series, both of which are mentioned above; however my sweetheart has written such a lovely piece–or, more accurately, I took down verbatim the naturally poetic words she quietly uttered when nearly asleep. And for some reason, although I confess I had written it first–that is, before her lovely words I posted–here we have another moment of synchronicity wherein what is the first offering in the series is an answer of sorts. I had originally intended to use a much more tame subject; however I tend toward perversity whether I intend it or not; and as usual, I have gone the other way. In any case, I shall leave my sweetheart’s wonderful words where they are, as I have found that moving things about can have disastrous results for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that wordpress.com’s so called permalinks are… well… not permanent.
In any case the “course material,” if such it can truly be called, is here:
No need to worry, I am fine, although….
I have been having a time of it, to be sure. I thought I should write something letting everyone know. So here it is. I’ll also, link this in a few places wherein, for example, people have shown concern for my well being.
I have (un) done it!!!
I have, indeed, completed all the “<— previous — view — next —>” links. I have been working on it a little at a time. And now I am done! Sometimes I would add the links from the older toward the newer. Sometimes, since I have been adding the links to all the new posts, I have added some at the front, slowly working my way from the newer to the older. Occasionally, I have done some editing on a sonnet or introduction somewhere in between, and have added the links while I was there, which made the process seem faster–like being dealt a wild card, or a free square in a crossword, or in “Scrabble.”
Now I can go back to archiving the site posts in skydrive, which had been my “do it when I have free time” project, prior to this.
UPDATE: I have undone it! No more extending functionality unless it can be done within what is available. Otherwise such things are far too difficult to maintain.
Sonnet IV: Watchers
Then in beauty and truth, the believers,
Lo!… Shall behold as you conjurers burn.
Though our innocence used as a weakness,
Still… in the end it has helped us prevail;
Although twisted to apathy’s bleakness,
‘Til… we invited your jealous betrayal.
But the Knights of the Copybook Headings
Show… that our apathy caused you to win;
We will never forget that beheadings,
Though… were the wages of this kind of sin.
That you dogs had your day, none may qualm. It’s
Sure… but they’ve chased you back into the mire;
So, return to your pestilent vomit,
Or… we will cast you back into the fire.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all: