Showing posts with label Trojan Horse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trojan Horse. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 June 2018

Lift The Siege 1 - The Siege Of Troy






Possibly the most famous siege of all, one that gave rise to perhaps the apotheosis of epic poetry in the form of Homer’s “Iliad” and the lasting image of the Trojan Horse which finally secured victory for the Greek besiegers after ten years of stalemate. Trojan Horse, Achilles' heel, the face that launched a thousand ships, Greek gift and Cassandra, have all passed down into our modern usage, as well as ones drawn from "The Odyssey" such as siren's voice, between Scylla and Charybdis and lotus eaters. 



Heroic figures such as Ajax, Achilles, Hector, the quixotic passions of the Gods, the perfidious women such as Helen and their noble antithesis such as Hecuba and Andromache making impassioned pleas to save their children from sacrifice by the victors. All of this has passed down and still resonates over a score of centuries later. 

The historical and archeological record is fairly minimal, so we have our knowledge of events passed down to us largely through art, in the form of Homer's epic poem. We have drama rather than reportage. We have developed characters rather than historical agents. And we have meter and rhyme. 

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"Three Dreams In The Key Of G" has three female voices in a state of siege. One a young mother in sectarian Northern Ireland, just after the Good Friday Peace Agreement has returned paramilitary fighters from both sides back into the domestic realm for an uneasy peace there. The second a Waco-like siege in Florida, as the FBI, DEA and ATF surround a compound full of women, which they see as a threat to all of mankind. The third is in laboratories all over the globe, the Human Genome is being besieged by scientists as they try and uncover its code for life. 

The siege will be lifted 26/07/2018

Published by Dead Ink Books 
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Thursday, 16 June 2016

Murder App - Flash Fiction

The assassin’s paymasters had paid other masters of their trade to piggyback the software. The geosocial sex app now became the locus of a most decidedly unsocial hook-up; La petite mort supplanted by la grande mort. That final great big kiss off. A lust for life terminating in its extinction. The lovelorn, the unfaithful and the promiscuous, formed the largest pool for her to locate her designated targets. On any evening, it was only a question of time before the right matching profile loomed into her focus. The lamb for slaughter gambolling right up into her lupine claws. Of course her own (faked) love profile was out there in the ether along murder mile and occasionally people wandered up to engage her. But one glower from her murderous countenance was enough to make them scoot on past. The only protection against this Trojan Horse was chastity. But the names that got on the paymasters’ list were not there because they were exemplary citizens.