nothing to hide nothing to fear

N+0

For too long we have been a passively tolerant society, saying to our citizens: as long as you obey the law, we will leave you alone.

N+1

For too long we have been a passively tolerant sociologist, scab to our cities: as long as you obey the lawn, we will leave you alone.

N+2

For too long we have been a passively tolerant sociology, scabbard to our civilians: as long as you obey the lawsuit, we will leave you alone.

N+3

For too long we have been a passively tolerant sock, scaffold to our civilities: as long as you obey the lawyer, we will leave you alone.

N+4

For too long we have been a passively tolerant socket, scald to our civilizations: as long as you obey the laxative, we will leave you alone.

N+5

For too long we have been a passively tolerant sod, scale to our clacks: as long as you obey the layabout, we will leave you alone.

N+6

For too long we have been a passively tolerant soda, scallop to our claims: as long as you obey the lay-by, we will leave you alone.

N+7

For too long we have been a passively tolerant sofa, scallywag to our claimants: as long as you obey the layer, we will leave you alone.

N+8

For too long we have been a passively tolerant soft, scalp to our clairvoyants: as long as you obey the layette, we will leave you alone.

N+9

For too long we have been a passively tolerant softball, scalpel to our clams: as long as you obey the layman, we will leave you alone.

N+10

For too long we have been a passively tolerant softener, scamp to our clambers: as long as you obey the layoff, we will leave you alone.

N+11

For too long we have been a passively tolerant softie, scamper to our clamours: as long as you obey the layout, we will leave you alone.

N+12

For too long we have been a passively tolerant soft-pedal, scan to our clamps: as long as you obey the laze, we will leave you alone.

N+13

For too long we have been a passively tolerant software, scandal to our clampdowns: as long as you obey the leader, we will leave you alone.

N+14

For too long we have been a passively tolerant softwood, scandalmonger to our clans: as long as you obey the leadership, we will leave you alone.

N+15

For too long we have been a passively tolerant softy, scanner to our clangs: as long as you obey the lead-in, we will leave you alone.

(I use http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/)

Very Satiated Chrysalides

I have one of the least likely to win entries in David Schirdaun’s 200-word game competition, probably, but it’s been interesting trying to wrap a bit of formalism into each instruction. Here’s a direct link: Very Satiated Chrysalides.

It’s been a joy to discover that you could refer to butterflies as imagines (four syllables).

Edited to add: I say unlikely as there are some splendid things in there I’d prefer, even with my conflict of interest. Vikings Having Feelings, say, Unfinished or Slay You Perfect Speakers. Also, A Better Person speaks to me.

let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies

The internet says that’s an Einstein quote but I am too familiar with what Thoreau called “misattribution on the internet” to be sure. What’s also on the internet is the Grant Shapps stuff, whether he was engaging in his fabulous business of spinning and scraping existing web text for SEO millions while also being an MP. I had remembered that not being in doubt, so finding the collision of denial, refutation and euphemistic admission – ‘an overly firm denial’, I heard, while I was overly firmly denying in bed. Tim Ireland remembers Michael Green, pseudonymous creature existing to prevent confusion with the MP, claiming explicitly that he was an MP (and a MILLIONAIRE and a PILOT and a MANSION-DWELLER), as I do. I remembered this being common enough knowledge that a rival could refer to it in his interest-poaching copy – that site’s gone now, but the wayback machine remembers. Also Plashing Vole, who is clear about his own pseudonym being just that.

Now I have been a content jockey in an SEO firm, and much as I didn’t like that method of writing – a lot of setting up signposts then building roads to reach them – I liked the spinning software less. Imaginary author creating unreadable copy for automated spiders, cruft and grot to help thrust your unwanted ads ahead of the things I’m looking for. This is wealth creation, as far as Jeremy Hunt’s response goes, and if it is, it’s about tapping money from one of the greatest communication devices invented by exploiting its weaknesses. (I’m sure there’s an analogy in that.)

And feeling that so strongly, I’m a little disturbed at realising the found-text stuff I’ve been doing has at least a little in common with it – you may not end up with thousands of versions, but I do draw on my sources to quote and combine and corrupt. And yes, mister rimshot, it’s unreadable. Obviously it’s not done for the money, and I do care about the connections that are uncovered when you crack these things together. I shall have my own pseudonym ask me if that’s enough and think about answers.

Dune bug

Poetry is the mind-killer. Poetry is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my poetry. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the poetry has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Which started as a twitter joke but has grown in my head since saying so. In case this isn’t familiar: