The golden soil

The Bridge

Moje’kJoe Papapaah felt like deserting the bridge for a while: It would be a while before the Jotmaster and the apprentice return from their expedition of the current textual chain. Moments earlier when he checked the monitor all was well with them within the tex-Ah-verse. And outside of the cockpit he observed that the alpha numerical belts were stable as the hover craft cruised smoothly. It could be an hour or so before they crack the current code. At any rate the Jotmaster preferred to move cautiously in these matters, preferring to savour every detail of the pseudo reality erected by the alphanumerical belts. While the two were gone this could be the opportunity to indulge in his own fancies, a trip involving art. He looked at his smart chronograph strapped on his left wrist.  With a long press at the centre of the digital dial the rectangular screen was pervaded by a vibgyor spectrum after it disperse the arms. He mimicked the number 1-9-4-0-, and an  inflection ’ chasing – S.

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The Bring and Braai Paradox

Bring /Carry or accompany to a place/
Braai/an outdoor meal or party at which food is grilled over a charcoal fire/
Paradox/a statement that sounds absurd or seems to contradict itself, but may in fact be true/
*n.b. See Oxford Paperback Dictionary Thesaurus & Wordpower Guide.

Belts

We were walking through row after row in the market place. The alphanumericalverse had rendered a summer morning with clouds shying away from each other to give the sky big pools of blue hues. It felt formidably warm. Luckily all the vendors had been thrown into a mega dome that was surprisingly cool. But the chorus of sellers and buyers bidding prices to and fro buzzed the dome into a hive. Welcome to the food market! Mockingly announced my master. He was wearing a pink sweeter and yellow linen trousers, his feet were shoved into green shoes. Colour blocking, I snickered at this display of showiness especially for an old man. But the Jotmaster refuses to match his age, repeatedly he insists on being ageless.                  (more…)

Tag *Reckoning and the persistent Asterisk

/retribution for one’s actions (especially in a day of reckoning)/

The sequel to Tag, Tag Two, which upon its conception I was very proud and hasten to show it to my questionable guru the Jotmaster has not garnered popularity in the blogosphere. The stats so far have been boosted by other entries. When I showed it to him the Jotmaster hinted that its sonic nature alluded to Take Two. Of course he was his skeptical self in thinking that this latest meditation of his will mean anything to me. But it did. Even though my titling of the work was not intentional – I was merely keeping a promise to my handful array of readers. For your information I am still mixing a textual recipe to explore the silent referencing of texts to other text within a verbal construct. And yes I made myself a promise that it won’t be a long dragging outing when finally penned.

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