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'If the aliens lay eggs, how does that affect architecture?': sci-fi writers on how they build their worlds


Interesting article in The Guardian on the world building topic.

And some great insight from the various sci-fi writers interviewed.

So this might be of interest and help those of us who are a bit uncertain (me, for example), of what world building can entail.

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Hi Ssv! Welcome to the forum games!

The aim of this thread is, the last line of the previous poem becomes the first line of yours.

So, yours should have begun with Anna's last line, "in all her might".

In this case, I'll do some line stitching together of both your last lines

In all her might
With her vernal command
Sweet zephyrs waft
Over thawing fields
Melting snow,
Rivulets run
Seeds soon sprout
Push,
Reach to the sun

But not just yet
January's only begun
There's still a while
Before winter's done

Say tr-ack nowledge

As its the last day of the year, I won't say too much about the word being Satyr.



Pretty much a metaphorical summation of 2020, perhaps?

Acknowled ge-ars enal

And now just know we both agree
We'll go on one last spending spree
Fling all caution to the winds,
Abandon frugal cares with glee

Whatever nonsense our hearts desire
Will lift us from this tired quagmire
Our senseless greed will lift us higher
Common sense lights no fire

Alas too soon this spending spree
Comes to an end before it begins
As once again you and me
Eye to eye
Do not see

From pain, they seek some peace
As prayers and pleas rise to the sky,
Ending always on the same refrain

Pain, pain, go away
We've taken all we can
Be done, go away, be gone,

Don't come back another day

Oh yes, the Bach cello suites are exquisite, and each cellist gives her or his own light and life to them. Along with Yo-Yo Ma's lovely version, Jean-Guihen Queyras's is another that merits hearing.


https://www.youtube.com/embed/IsYdeSqqyd4

And then there are Pablo Casals 1930s recordings of it.

Classical music - yes, it is a great love of mine. As is music composed earlier than the eras you've specified, and later times as well.

Bach, the Goldberg Variations, especially as interpreted by Zhu Xiao-Mei. She reconciled me with the Goldbergs, after hearing Glenn Gould far to many times. I do not appreciate majority ofGould's interpretations.

The Brandenburg Concertos are magnificent, I used to listen to them with head phones before going to bed and they helped me relax and unwind. Which is sort of odd, since the Goldberg Variations were said to be composed to help the count Von Keyserling battle his insomnia. I find the Goldbergs demand my attention, not help me relax in order to sleep.

Brahms - almost anything composed by the great Brahms, but especially the chamber music. The string sextets are marvelous, as are the clarinet quintets.

Not to neglect a few others, Beethoven, Berlioz, Chopin, Debussy, Schubert, Schumann, both Robert and Clara, Satie, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky in moderation, Haydn, Haendel, Vaughan Williams, William Walton, Benjamin Britten...

This is far from being an exhaustive list and I have neglected Mozart - there, standing on his own, as usual, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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