Vox, believe it or not, made a pretty good point about No Man’s Sky in its article, No Man’s Sky is an existential crisis simulator disguised as a space exploration game: Okay, so the universe in No Man’s Sky is really, really big. But what, exactly, do you do in it? […] Even when the […]
Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poetry is stunningly difficult to parse, but when exploring the spaces of and between his words, one cannot help but come to a deep appreciation of the ideals that Hopkins imagined within his poetry. In “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”, Hopkins looks at a concept he considered deeply: ‘selving’. Using a combination of […]
“All that hooey! The trance and the white cocks and the brazier and the pentagrams and the voodoo and the reversed crucifix – all that was for the crudely superstitious. And the famous “box” was a bit of hooey for the contemporary-minded. We don’t believe in spirits and witches and spells nowadays, but we’re a gullible lot when it comes to “rays” and “waves” and psychological phenomena. That box, I bet, is nothing but a nice little assembly of electrical show-off, coloured bulbs and humming valves. Because we live in daily fear of radio fall out and strontium 90 and all the rest of it, we’re amenable to suggestion along the line of scientific talk. The whole set-up at the Pale Horse was bogus!”
-Christie, The Pale Horse, 210-211.