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Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Fine Art by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA at Saatchi











Queen of Hearts
Digital, 48 W x 33 H x 1 D in

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The Nap
Digital, 36 W x 36 H x 1 D in

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£743





Amber
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Magenta
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£901

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Lady sings the Blues, Parisian Collection
Digital, 36 W x 36 H x 1 D in

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£1,090





The Afterlife
Digital, 48 W x 48 H x 1 D in

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The Cellist
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Lovers Blend
Digital, 24 W x 24 H x 1 D in

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£743




Mariander, Pensive in the Days Before Love Came
Mixed Media, 60 W x 60 H x 2.5 D in

Sarnia de la Mare FRSA
United Kingdom

Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Strata 3, Book of Immersion V1, Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions)

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You have reached strata 3.

Decisions are the cusp between reality and possibility. Decisive actions create a moving universe for sentient beings where chance itself can immobilise actions and defeat progress. The maker of decisions holds a power over themselves, and, more often than not, over others.





****



Maybeline was sitting on Renyke's shoulder cleaning herself. Renyke made a point of collecting small berries and bugs which he stored in the pocket of his leather coat after squishing them dead and cataloguing their chemical compound and physiology.

Catching himself in a window reflection he put on the dark glasses he had found in the pocket of the coat which now offered protection from the unfamiliar weather conditions.

The winter sun was low in the sky.

'We look pretty good Maybeline, considering,' said Renyke, surprised by his vanity

Mabeline nestled into his neck as they entered the foreboding street.



****



They were in the centre of the busy metropolis. There was a lot of activity, people were shouting, bartering goods and moving quickly about the place. There were small groups of brightly dressed individuals leaning and congregating around stationary vehicles. Some were smoking pipes. Small hazy clouds hovered above them trapping the weak rays of the sun. The towering semi-derelict buildings created a darkened environment where small fires provided light and warmth.

The vehicles seemed to be a mix of old-fashioned motors from transportation systems and helicopters. There were some long legged hybrids, electric solar and engine mashups that looked like menacing metal insects. 

The smells in the air were unfamiliar to Renyke but his detectors revealed them to be mostly comprised of chemicals: chlorine, sulfur, silicone, fluorine polymers and plasticisers. 

'Hey, dude from the *Brightside, you want some *nibs?' 

A man hovered expectantly, somewhat close for comfort. He looked disheveled and seemed on edge as he checked all directions and avoided making eye contact Renyke.

Renyke checked his POS database for 'nibs'.

A drug used by nearly half the world's population that creates euphoria and doubles strength for a limited period. Can cause temporary and permanent coma. Long-term effects; brain rot.

'How much?' asks Renyke, who's algorithm was set to absorb all information about humans.

'I can do you a deal' said the man, '50 *bits.... Or the Rat'.

Renyke checked the POS for bits.

.....Bits: street talk for gold, silver, uranium and other metal nuggets used in the black and grey economy without government authority....

'I have no bits,' said Renyke.

'Hahahahahaha'.........' see you in hell brother!' shouted the man as he danced away on long legs and a demeanor that seemed at odds with his situation in this corner of Hell, this Godforsaken place.

In the midcasts, happiness came with security and expectation: digital and technological lives were formatted for predictability and reliability. Everything was clean and sanitised.

A fat man in a fur coat whistled at Renyke, 

'Hey girly, you want some dirty action? I'll take that rodent off your hands if you need some sexy time.'

A warning comes from the POS.

Danger. Immediate. Ground Level.

A robot dog was barking loudly at Maybeline who was now snarling and making a shrieking noise.

'Wow, not so cute after all,' said Renyke.

For a millisecond Renyke analysed the possibilities of his next actions.

The options were endless. The POS created a fleeting map of most probable scenarios, outcomes that sprawled a multidimensional time map like a mathematical cobweb.

He could immobilise the robo-dog, tame it and use it for a million ends, sell it, break it up and separate its useful component parts, analyse its database for information, take its operating system, he could even ignore it. 

As a droid and an excellent chess player, single decisions about actions that Renyke could make foresaw a million possibilities. Theoretically, this allowed for finely tuned activities and performance with very little or zero harm caused to his owners. Indeed, this forward thinking ability had marked machines as superior in operation to humans who were narrow thinkers and only able to make selfish and immediate decisions based on emotional desire without reference to consequences. 

The dog opened its mouth and bit Renyke's ankle.



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Friday, February 9, 2024

Immersion Chapter 15 The Ship of Sirens (Superstition)


Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 15




Superstition is an evolutionary oddity which prevails in humans of all capabilities and cultures. We know through science that the future cannot be changed by specific habits whilst we see that the state of the present does affect future outcomes. This perpetuating anomaly fuels the fire of doubt. Humanity is burdened with unknown outcomes and a powerlessness for the individual to act sensibly and consistently on their own behalf. Daily life is a navigation through unexpected situations, expectations and outcomes. Intelligent machines test data as a matter of course and are not influenced by mythical scenarios. But still, superstitious actions persist like a magical force to buffer human doubt.


Renyke now realized that he may have lost complete access to his internal GPS and other useful tools in his POS. 

'Can we get any signal here for information? How do people get around and communicate? I didn't see you or Shabra with a personal device.' Renyke asks Flex frowning. His confusion seemed to be mounting.

'Well, see, this is the wild west my friend,' Flex answers, 'we don't have too much need for that stuff because that is how they catch you see.'

'Who catches you?' asks Renyke.

'Enemies of course. We have a motto in the zones, 'they who watch are boss.' You gotta be invisible Renyke. They're watching you right now on that POS you know. They know exactly who you are and what you are up to.'

'Some of it isn't working,' explained Renyke, in a concerned tone.

'Good,' said Flex, 'now let's get going'.

Maybeline jumped off Renyke's shoulder and stood on her hind legs twitching her whiskers towards the small boat.
Unsure if a droid could survive without a POS or in water, Renyke followed Flex's lead and they gently set the boat out into the waterway. 

******

The small sailboat is dwarfed by an expanse of open water with inlets and makeshift jetties that jut from the coastline. There are remnants of industrial activity, torn and broken bridges, and old shipwrecks.


'What happened here?' Renyke asks, pointing at the knotted metal casings of old aircraft and skeletal flyovers. It looks like a war zone.'

'It was just that brother, a war zone. They left because of the gas and radiation, way back after the China-Russia wars killed everything off. Even the weeds stopped growing. It's OK now but they never came back to fix it. Not yet anyway, so the *urchs and *zoners made homes here.'

Renyke suddenly engages his arm extension and catches a fish. The POS is unavailable so he asks,

'Can I eat this? Is it safe?'

Flex raised an eyebrow.

'Man, you are fast, I didn't even see your hand move.'

A large fish is wriggling in Renyke's hand.

'Yes, we can eat the fish. Here, I will save it till we make......

Before Flex had a chance to mention a campfire, Renyke swallowed the fish's head and eagerly chomped on it. The fish's tail fin lets go of one final motor neuron impulse as Renyke devoured it. 

'Ah man, you droids are sickos. Get me another for lunch, we can cook it, if you don't mind.'

Renyke collects a pile of fish onto the deck, separating one out for Maybeline.

'I never really ate before. Not since I woke in the Alley. Then I felt hungry.' explains Renyke.

'Something must have happened when you, ya know...' Flex trails off as a Large ship approaches.

'Ah *fuxywot, it's a cadre ship. Don't look, they will steal your dreams!'

The ship bears a large figurehead. There is a winged insignia in gold on a death black hull. A warning horn sounded as strange music bellowed with opera and drums. The noise was captivating as Renyke looked on. 



Dark figures stood on the ship's deck wearing masks. They carried weapons and began to pound sticks on the deck as the ship sailed past.

'Who are they?' Ask Renyke.

'Stop staring,' Flex hisses, 'They hate being stared at. It's insulting brother.'

'But.....'

'Stop it!' shouts Flex splashing water in Renyke's face.'

The ship moved past, its black hull like a monster eating the waves.
The chanting echoed to the rhythm of the clattering and pounding of sticks. The sounds were petrifying and exhilarating all at once. 


The women stared back at Renyke burning their energy deep into his soul until he finally looked away. Then he gasped as if their energy had made its way into his lungs. Water dripped from his nose and chin.

'You are going to get us killed, do you hear me....killed, a nasty slow death-by-siren, that's what.'

'But they were so.....'

'Droid got no clue,' mumbled Flex.


An angry wind rises as the black ship fades from sight.

The sky turns grey and there is a sudden temperature drop.

'See now brother, that's a curse for staring at them. Now we got a storm to deal with.'

There is a small inlet with an old pier that Flex points to.

'We should take cover, no point fighting a storm.'

'How far to Redact?' Asks Renyke.

'We are real close. See that island yonder, it's a peninsular. That is where Redact is. But it is tricky to get there by sea because of the rocks, best on foot my friend. Especially in a storm.'

Renyke is keen to get to the island. It would be a fast sail in the wind and the rain is light. 

'I am a strong swimmer,' lied Renyke, not sure if he can actually swim without research or instruction.

'Hahahahahahahaha, what like some kinda reptile droid now are you?' Flex is laughing hysterically when he pushes Renyke just enough to scare him.

'Hahahahaha, what are you Renyke my friend, an amphibian or a smartphone? 
Hahahaha.
You wanna try that my friend you go alone with the rat on your head, and I will be on my way. I will see your insides washed up on the shore next week and use them for *swapsy-trade. Ain't no fool like a *midcast fool, fresh from the laundry room.'


Flex is no longer laughing. He is warning Renyke behind the joke.

Renyke thinks for a moment as the rain pelts.



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Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Supernatural Horror in Literature, enduring influence in the dark genre



Delving into the Abyss: Exploring "Supernatural Horror in Literature" by H. P. Lovecraft and His Enduring Influence

In the realm of horror literature, few names evoke as much reverence and unease as that of H. P. Lovecraft. His seminal essay, "Supernatural Horror in Literature," serves as both a scholarly examination of the genre and a chilling manifesto that continues to shape the landscape of horror fiction to this day. Let's delve into Lovecraft's exploration of the macabre and unearth the profound impact he has had on the genre.

1. The Depths of Terror Unveiled

"Supernatural Horror in Literature" is more than just an academic analysis; it is a descent into the darkest recesses of the human psyche. Lovecraft's erudite prose guides readers through a labyrinthine exploration of horror, dissecting its various forms and uncovering the underlying principles that evoke fear and dread.

2. Lovecraft's Literary Legacy

Lovecraft's influence on the horror genre is immeasurable, extending far beyond his own body of work. Through his essay, he articulated the principles of cosmic horror, a subgenre characterized by the insignificance of humanity in the face of vast, incomprehensible cosmic forces. His themes of existential dread, forbidden knowledge, and ancient cosmic entities have become hallmarks of the genre.

3. The Power of Cosmic Horror

At the heart of Lovecraft's philosophy is the notion of cosmic horror—a worldview in which humanity is but a speck in the vast, uncaring cosmos, surrounded by forces beyond comprehension. This existential terror pervades his fiction, instilling a sense of awe and insignificance in readers that lingers long after the final page is turned.

4. Lovecraft's Influence on Contemporary Horror

Lovecraft's shadow looms large over contemporary horror literature, with countless authors drawing inspiration from his mythos and themes. His creations, including the malevolent entity Cthulhu and the fictional tome known as the Necronomicon, have become iconic symbols of cosmic horror and are frequently referenced and reimagined in modern horror fiction.

5. Embracing the Unknown

Lovecraft's enduring importance in the genre lies in his ability to tap into primal fears and explore the unknown. His works remind us that true horror lies not in the monsters lurking under our beds, but in the vastness of the cosmos and the mysteries that lie beyond our comprehension.

6. The Legacy Continues

As we navigate the depths of Lovecraft's cosmic nightmares, we are reminded of the enduring power of horror literature to provoke, unsettle, and challenge our perceptions of reality. His influence can be felt in the works of authors such as Stephen King, Clive Barker, and Neil Gaiman, who have each contributed to the rich tapestry of horror fiction in their own unique ways.

In "Supernatural Horror in Literature," Lovecraft invites us to confront our deepest fears and confront the unknown with courage and curiosity. His legacy lives on in the countless authors and artists who continue to explore the boundaries of horror, pushing the genre into uncharted territories and plumbing the depths of the human soul. As we heed Lovecraft's call to embrace the unknown, we embark on a journey that transcends the confines of reality and leads us into the abyss of the imagination.

Saturday, December 16, 2023

Strata 7, Book of Immersion V1, Jarome and the Scritters, (Trade and Barter)


Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 7

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Humans have developed uniqueness from animals through a process of cognitive evolution.
They are exceptional cultural learners and can read situations. These skills have enabled them to develop complex trading tools. They rely heavily on these skills to create abstract cerebral and linguistic representations when placing themselves in various environments.

The cultural and socio-political environment in which humans have evolved has led them to acquire the cognitive skills, particularly mathematical, to support a sophisticated disposition and capacity for reciprocal cooperation and conceptual ideas of property and exchange value. Humans are savvy, humans broker deals.



Outside there was an optimistic sun and the people bussied around the market unaware of any of the commotion that had occurred in the bank.

The POS informed Renyke that he had lost negligible battery power and there was no damage to his mechanical structures.

The robodog came towards Renyke and the female guide's cat leapt onto her shoulders.

Maybeline returned to Renyke's pocket for a nap.

'You got my Bits?' asked the woman

'Go to Hell!' said Renyke, counting the contents of the steal.

'We already in Hell Soldier Man,' cackled the woman who resigned herself to not getting paid and ran into the crowds, as lithe as the cat

Back on the main street Flex approached, smiling and jaunty. Renyke felt reassured to see him.

'I need a vehicle Flex, something to get me to where I am going,' said Renyke.

'Yes, yes, yes Mr. Leather Man, where you going is where I'm going. Let's find a veee-hicle. Jerome, he is the car man, he got cars, and bikes and scoots..... and copters, and airships so they say.'

'Take me to Jerome,' said Renyke.




****


Flex took Renyke into a disused concrete building as the robodog curled up and waited outside.

There are the echoes of voices, activity and motor engines being revved from another part of the building. There is a smell of fuel and mumbled communications. Somewhere too there is music.

Flex beckoned Renyke to Jerome's office, a ramshackle room filled with books. More books than Renyke had ever seen. Books were no longer used in most homes or schools and the paper shortages after the warmings had meant that they were no longer being produced. Paper had become heavily taxed and there were also problems with scritters.

Scritters were large crawling insects that had been made in a laboratory by the Russian military.

They looked deformed with big insect heads and metal body parts. At birth scritters are born with a soft back and they look for protection from any material that offers a hard shell. Because of the huge landfill areas the rubbish had provided the perfect materials for protection, plastics and metals mostly. During the Russia China wars scritters had been used to carry tiny incendiary divides on their backs as they could be trained easily and were not affected by the nerve gases. But after the wars, the scritters had bred like wildfire, devouring paper and trees and nesting in book spines where the glue offered a perfect cocoon for pupae. Whole libraries had been mutilated by them. They were a scourge on the planet and another reason so many houses were built on stilts in the Midcast Projects. The more paper they ate, the more they reproduced. Books and paper matter that had not been digitally copied had been devastated and lost forever.

'A car you say?' asked Jerome. 'I got plenty, but the fuel....we got no fuel. We are working on some alternatives, but all prototypes so far. They cut off our fuel after the riots. And the food supplies. I have been missing gummies, I loved those.'

Renyke nodded as Jerome continued....

'Transport is a big problem. You'll be better off walking my friend, if you can get through the tunnels. But there are booby traps all around the perimeters here in the zones.'

Renyke checks the POS for details but the tunnels are unchartered. The POS seemed to be struggling with connection and was operating intermittently.

'I have a hybrid cart,' continued Jerome. 'It runs on solar but only for about 3 hours per full charge if you do under 40km. And if it is a cloudy day, an hour. I can let you take it for 3000 G-bits. It won't get off the ground without jet fuel but it can drive on flat ground well enough. It doesn't hold the road well, but if you are a good driver, it won't be an issue.'

'Can you drive?' Renyke asked Flex.

Flex laughed... 'Of course I can.'

A scritter crawls across the floor and Jerome stamps on it. A black tar oozes from under his foot.

Jerome sees Renyke might be changing his mind about the deal.

'I will take TELL You got some TELL?"

The POS gets a signal......

...TELL: abbreviation of Tellurium, found in copper ore. Used in mobile phones, especially older versions where it was added to other metals improving their strength and hardness and reducing corrosion. Rare due to the demise of traditional copper mines.


Renyke begins to feel confused about how to get the vehicle and asks the POS for advice.

I am not programmed to have opinions, Renyke. I do not have access to data about the vehicle or the seller. But Redact is within walking distance.

Renyke looks at Flex and then at Jerome. A scritter is crawling up his boot and he throws it off with a kick. He feels a rising panic and a thumping in his chest which he does not recognise.

Finally, Renyke says, 'I will walk.'


To be continued
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Monday, December 11, 2023

Strata 2, The Book of Immersion V1, The Maybe Line (Friendship)

 Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2.


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The time has come for your journey to begin, 
but remember that in the world of Immersion, 
nothing is as it seems. 
Friends and foes blend into the streets 
upon which you tread. 
Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture. 
Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.


Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose and decided he needed some company. As a service model, he had been programmed to work for humans, but the new operating system was different and there was no data after the reboot for programming or memories of enslavement.

To all intents and purposes, Renyke was brand new. He came to this place without feelings of obligation to humans and it felt liberating.

This independence was exciting for Renyke after a decade in servitude. His previous employers had had no regard for his well-being and had been consumed by their financial obsessions. Greed and selfishness were, in Renyke's new burgeoning opinion, particular to humans.

'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.

Maybeline nose bumped in a seemingly knowing delivery and Renyke laughed. 'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'

And again, a nose bump. 


'Hahahaha.....'

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The building Renyke stood beside was old and dirty, a relic from the fifties when the country had been victim to the floods because of the *warming. Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been built. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities and the defenses were not adapting fast enough so people had left to higher ground, if they could afford it.

But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services but then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.


The sun was shining. It was winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left the interior of the domain in the midcast projects, a vast area of professional owner dwellings that were state-supported. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.


Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That was one thing he could remember. 


Mabel had been something of a revolutionary and had been working with Redact for some time. She had arranged that they would help Renyke.

He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey. 


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Thursday, February 1, 2024

Sarnia de la Maré FRSA: Crafting Musical Tales with Tale Teller Club



Sarnia de la Maré FRSA: Crafting Musical Tales with Tale Teller Club

In the realm of music and artistry, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA emerges as a multi-talented force, wielding her creativity across various platforms. As an artist, performer, cellist, pianist, and composer with the band Tale Teller Club, Sarnia de la Maré is not only a maestro in the world of melodies but also a visionary founder steering the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts. Let's delve into the musical odyssey crafted by Sarnia, where the resonance of iServalan™ and the Rife Vibes come to life.


The Maestro's Journey: Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

The Queen of Hearts Painting by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

Sarnia de la Maré, adorned with the prestigious FRSA (Fellow of the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures, and Commerce), is a luminary in the world of music. Her journey unfolds like a harmonious symphony, with each note echoing the passion and dedication she pours into her craft. As a cellist, pianist, and composer, she has cultivated a distinctive musical identity, weaving a tapestry of sounds that transcend genres and captivate audiences.
Tale Teller Club: Where Stories Find Melody

At the heart of Sarnia's musical endeavors lies the Tale Teller Club, a musical collective that ventures beyond conventional boundaries. The band, led by Sarnia, blends genres seamlessly, creating a sonic landscape that defies categorization. Each composition is a narrative, a tale that unfolds through the synergy of instruments and vocals. The Tale Teller Club isn't just a band; it's a storyteller, and Sarnia is the masterful narrator guiding the audience through realms of emotion and imagination.
iServalan™: A Musical Tapestry Unveiled

Sarnia de la Maré introduces iServalan™, a musical project that transcends the ordinary. iServalan™ is more than a brand; it's an exploration of expression, a fusion of sounds that traverse rock, metal, spoken word, and more. With a nod to pioneers like Isadora Duncan and Mata Hari, iServalan™ captures the essence of liberation and individuality. Sarnia's vision unfolds through this project, inviting listeners to immerse themselves in a musical journey where boundaries blur, and emotions run deep.
Rife Vibes: Resonating with Empowerment

Within the realm of Sarnia's musical universe, Rife Vibes emerges as a powerful undercurrent. It's not just about the music; it's a mindset, a frequency that resonates with empowerment and positivity. Rife Vibes encapsulates the essence of Sarnia's philosophy, where music becomes a vehicle for transformation, healing, and inspiration. Through Tale Teller Club and iServalan™, Rife Vibes is a beacon that guides listeners to a space of elevated emotions and uplifted spirits.
Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts: Nurturing Creativity

As a visionary founder, Sarnia de la Maré extends her passion for the arts through the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts. This institution becomes a crucible for creativity, offering a platform for aspiring artists to hone their skills and unleash their potential. From music to visual arts, the academy stands as a testament to Sarnia's commitment to nurturing the next generation of storytellers and creatives.
Conclusion: Sarnia's Melodic Legacy

In the melodic legacy crafted by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, each composition is a chapter, and every performance is a narrative waiting to unfold. Through Tale Teller Club, iServalan™, Rife Vibes, and the Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts, Sarnia invites us to experience music as more than a sequence of notes—it's a journey, an emotion, and a profound connection that resonates across genres and generations. As the musical tales continue to weave, Sarnia de la Maré remains at the helm, a maestro whose legacy is etched in every chord and melody. #iservalan #sarniadelamare #taletellerclub #music #musictherapy #rifevibes

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Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Giovanni Battista Pamphilj and the Marchioness of Dorchester, (Private Diaries circa 1645)



Giovanni Battista Pamphilj had arrived following an invitation by my father. Our guest is a shrewd political beast with a miserable face. I was however inexplicably drawn to his purity and immaculate form.

Over supper his Holiness had spoken of the importance of God's countenance, the reverence and dignity one should aspire to without falter, and that we thank God, somewhat repeatedly, for bread.

I asked what good bread did when a woman of passion and verve desired fruit?

I asked was not the juice of fruit Godly made? Was not its moist engagement the doing of a great God?
  
The holier-than-thou edifice, this channel of reverence, had decided on Innocent X as his reference, (a pompous monaker that amused me for obvious reasons). The head of the Catholic Church reminded me that all fruit was indeed the creation of God but that fruit had much to answer for in the garden of man's creation. His Holiness then counselled me further that a woman of my grace a social standing must resist temptation should it take hold of my errant sensibilities in the future.

I informed his holiness that from now on, when tempted by the juice of fruit I would think of him.


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Sunday, December 17, 2023

Poetry TV presented by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA sounds like the most perfect thing ever

Tale Teller Club Academy of Arts™ from iServalan™ on Vimeo.


TV Show with Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

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Introduction: In the ever-evolving realm of television, where genres intermingle and boundaries blur, a captivating new addition has emerged: the Poetry TV show presented by the dynamic Sarnia de la Maré FRSA. This innovative show goes beyond conventional entertainment, weaving together the threads of performance, words, and creative arts to create a unique tapestry of expression.

Sarnia de la Maré FRSA: A Maestro of Words and Performance: At the heart of this groundbreaking Poetry TV show is the charismatic presenter, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA. Renowned for her eloquence and passion for the written word, Sarnia brings a wealth of experience as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (FRSA). Her ability to connect with audiences and convey the profound emotions embedded in poetry makes her the perfect guide through the rich landscape of creative expression.

Performance as a Living Art Form: What sets this Poetry TV show apart is its celebration of performance as a living art form. The stage is not just a platform for recitation but a canvas upon which poets, artists, and performers paint vibrant pictures with their words and movements. Sarnia de la Maré FRSA skillfully guides viewers through a diverse array of performances, creating a visceral and immersive experience that transcends the boundaries of traditional poetry presentations.

Words as Catalysts for Change: In a world where words hold the power to shape perceptions and ignite change, the Poetry TV show curated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA serves as a powerful catalyst. The carefully selected poems and spoken-word performances delve into the complexities of the human experience, addressing social issues, cultural nuances, and personal reflections. Through the alchemy of words, this show invites viewers to reflect, question, and, ultimately, connect with the shared human narrative.

Creative Arts Collide: The fusion of creative arts is a hallmark of this Poetry TV show. Collaborations with visual artists, musicians, and dancers create a multidimensional experience that engages the senses and stimulates the imagination. The synergy between different art forms enhances the emotional impact of each performance, leaving an indelible mark on the audience.

Connecting Communities through Verse: Beyond its artistic merits, the Poetry TV show becomes a bridge that connects communities. By featuring poets and performers from diverse backgrounds and perspectives, the show embraces the richness of human diversity. Sarnia de la Maré FRSA's inclusive approach ensures that the audience is exposed to a kaleidoscope of voices, fostering understanding and empathy in the process.

Conclusion: The Poetry TV show presented by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA is a testament to the boundless potential of creative expression. By blending performance, words, and various artistic disciplines, this show invites viewers on a journey of introspection, connection, and appreciation for the beauty that emerges when different forms of art converge. In a world hungry for authentic and meaningful content, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA's Poetry TV show stands as a beacon of inspiration and a celebration of the transformative power of the spoken word.



Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Thursday, February 15, 2024

Immersion Chapter 18 Let's Go Swimming (Pleasure and Pain)

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 18

Let’s go swimming 

Where the ocean never ends

Where the lost and lonely people

Catch up with their friends

Where the water babies go

These seas to ever roam

In search of mother’s love

Thrown from the ships above 

Let’s go swimming 

Where no one ever grows

Where time stands ever still

 For the crying ones who chose 

To walk the sandy beds

With the bubbles of the dead

To guide them without dread

Let’s go swimming 

Under the seven seas

Naked in our dreams

Where warrior women freed

Search their babes in weeds

Let’s go swimming 

With angels mighty wings

Whose death songs always sing

In the echos from the shells

With lovers saved from Hell

Let’s go swimming 

Let's stop this marching time

Enrapture love sublime

To save it from the tide


©2022 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA


Pain and pleasure are sensory and emotional experiences constructed in the brains of humans. Chemicals, experiences, and situations perpetuate the effects of these mamallion phenomenon which stem from almost identical internal processes deeply rooted in biology.
Endorphins can block pain as well as create euphoria, activating and stimulating the human brain's limbic and prefrontal regions – those similarly activated by music or by passionate love affairs.
The mammalian central nervous system has pleasant touch-specific neurons that transmit enjoyable or ecstatic signals up through the human spine.
Machines lack these complex systems and do not hurt when threat or actual force is applied to their parts. But for the same reason, they do not feel the pleasure of touch. The best they can do is pretend. But this process would be for a human's pleasure, not their own.

Abstract painting of swimmers underwater
Flex removed his clothes and left them in an untidy pile on the grass.

Renyke, still somewhat unstable on his feet, followed suit.

'Come on, don't be scared,' shouts Flex from the water, 'I'll teach you how to swim.'

The blue water was cold and yet exhilarating. It rippled over Renyke's skin like a moving shroud. He stared at his hands floating on the surface of this strange organic compound. The water stroked him like a lover and he remembered Shabra.

'This is how she feels....' Renyke mumbled holding his closed eyes toward the sun.

Flex ducked him under the water and after a short time and a few panicked moments to the bottom of the fjord, Renyke got the hang of staying afloat.

'If you want to swim under the water,' Flex explained, 'take three slow deep breathes before thrusting downwards and slowly let air out as you swim deeper for equilibrium. It's important to stay calm. Panic wastes air. You will find you can hold your breath longer under water than above it. If your ears hurt, you went too deep. Oh and remember to come up for air in case you pass out and die.'

Armed with alarming but good advice, Renyke disappeared to play with fishes and check for mermaids, recalling his seemingly prophetic dreams. 

Maybeline and Flex played tag amongst the reeds and the warm sun rays hit the river with a blanket of human promise.

'Oi!' Flex shouted with urgency, exiting  the water at speed.

Renyke and Maybeline watch the commotion on the grass.

'Pleases don't hurt me, please don't hurt little Nigel.'

A small pale strangely formed man, around three feet tall, wriggled his feet as Flex held him up to the sky.

'What were you doing with our stuff?' demanded Flex. 'I saw you Mr. *freak. Don't be taking me for no *fucksyfool.'

'Look, look, I bring the new clothes for the guests....look look.'
Nigel pointed to two piles of clean clothes and towels on the grass next to their dirty things.
'Nigel just *welcummin da new guest to da tunnels, promise.'

'Hmmmmmm,' said Flex suspiciously, lowering Nigel to the ground.

Renyke was already putting on a crisp shirt and clean pants. 

'They feel nice, you should put yours on,' said Renyke, 'you stink, Flex.'


'We bin *epsceting da misters, very long time. Please dress quick-quick, we got foodstuffs for the misters,' explained Nigel beckoning his well dressed guests to an opening near a tree.


©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

to be continued......


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