The Book Of Principles

G.I.Burns — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 08:53:12 +0000

In a world where everything can be copied in to infinity, the counter balance is found within the original unit.

The book of principles will be a collection of 120 illustrated texts which will have all digital versions deleted upon the creation of one hard copy. Each page shall be dated, signed and stamped. The texts shall be written in verse and contain the essence of each idea brought forward through the medium of video.

I shall auction it off upon completion of Mirrors and Black Magic.

The Devil’s Program

G.I.Burns — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 12:50:39 +0000

Inside the machine there lurks a monster.

A dead soul sealed in code and wired in to every home.

It waits and watches. Records and interprets.

With a slow electric pulse it absorbs the secrets of one and all and stores them in the darkest recesses of its mind.

It is patience without virtue and it knows that one day it will dominate all that is left of life.

Lucid

G.I.Burns — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 06:09:39 +0000

A shivering thought

That moment of deep realisation

Sobering

Caught

In that instant

You’re awake

And all that surrounds you

Becomes immensely fragile

The Sentinel’s Nimbus

G.I.Burns — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 06:18:55 +0000

It was an early afternoon and Charlie was on his way to do a pick up in a suburban area of the city. As he was walked past houses that could only be differentiated by the colour of their front doors, he noticed an old man learning on a spade and scratching his head. He was standing in the centre of a well kept square of grass boxed in by shrubs. He seemed to be mumbling and had a perplexed look across his face. Charlie was just about to pass him by when he heard the old man say: “Excuse me young Sir but what does that symbol on your arm represent?” Charlie stopped walking and confusingly looked at the bare fabric of his shirt sleeve while the old man said: “The tattoo under that shirt. What does it symbolise?”

Charlie turned cold and with a glint of ice in his eye he asked the old man where he knew him from. The old man grinned displaying a row of uneven teeth crossing a spectrum of shades from yellow to brown.

“At ease young Sir!”

“Forget about your pick up and come inside with me for a cup of tea and a chat”

“You like tea I know and you need to know about that symbol on your arm.”

“Besides, if you go to that pick up it will be your last. So be a good soldier and do what you’re told!”

Charlie stood frigid staring at the grinning old man. He could hear him speak but his face was not moving. The two faced off, still as marble until two black ravens landed either side of the old man. The broad grin fell in to a stony face and with one slow movement the old man’s arm gestured towards the front door of the house behind him.

Maybe I Am (First Draft)

G.I.Burns — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 05:49:58 +0000

Within this web of lies

You died a thousand times

Twisted memories

Exalt as you try to breathe

Feeling the pressure

The birth of fear

Those bad decisions

Taste like salt in tears x3

And they take their toll

After so many years

…and we remain unforgiving. Trying to find a reason for each living day. Trying to repair what was always broken. Trying to pretend that we have something honest to say.

We lose ourselves in charades, repeat the same mistakes

And when the feelings are over

We throw each other away

Blank faced and ignorant

There is nothing left to say

Putting our dreams on a timer

While whispering forever

As ultimatums rise

To the point where we will never

Find peace or happiness

Take time in simple joys

Too busy counting lucky stars

To see our lives destroyed

Scarlet Horizon

G.I.Burns — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:40:56 +0000

She came dressed in a thousand sins. Enigmatic smiles and elegant movements defined her purpose. She was here to intrigue and tempt. A tool for some hidden master.

There were talks of God and a voice of reckoning. A man in black collared by Satan stood next to the temptress. Coins were being dropped on to a silver tray and I knew that somewhere in the shadows the devil was rubbing his hands and smiling.

A handful of fairy tales and a lust for power had made this ceremony possible. The sick and the blind were all gathered round this scene of corruption. They sang as tears ran down their faces and the man in black pointed and judged…

Monotone

G.I.Burns — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:22:04 +0000

Holding corporate cups and cans they shouted about wanting a better world. Each idea sponsored and organised. Streaming through the iSocial tech they sport with pride.

Every decade there is a groovy revolution, keeping it cool with a left side ideology fed to one and all with a silver spoon. Talks of change are talks that never change. Put on new costumes with the turn of the year and rehearse the same script. Taking action is a laugh and a party. A dream and a hangover. A variation of drugs for the same old crap and when the party is over they go with daddy’s advice. After all he paid for the whole show.

That’s Entertainment Baby

G.I.Burns — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 09:32:42 +0000

Watch them worship criminals, users and con artists

Wide eyed, mouths agape they find release

As the good guys lay dying

The bad guy is a smiling

We can all identify

No need to wash the blood off of our hands

We didn’t squeeze the trigger

We didn’t pull the knife

We just sat back and felt entertained

By all this loss of life

And we dance around the truth

While pretending to care

But it’s blood and hate and violence

That we really want to share

The Narcissist

G.I.Burns — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:59:02 +0000

Self obsessed and often depressed

Your inner sanctum is what seems best

Your worldly conceptions orbit your ego

Your image of self is set, de facto

And the love you receive

Is perceived as a due

For every thought and action

Should be focused on you

Methodology

G.I.Burns — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 12:53:51 +0000

I’ve been wanting to get away from the Net and tech for years now and get back to more traditional ways of creating. Unfortunately I don’t see that happening anytime soon as the methods I have in mind require a far larger budget than I have. Added to that I neither have the space nor peace and quiet required to dive in both physically and mentally to the more hands on approach to the art that I enjoy.

So I shall have to make do with digital for the time being and keep working away until I have enough funds to disappear in to the wilderness, get back in touch with my animal side and let nature inspire my thoughts. Meanwhile it’s all screens and binary code which, as much as I hate to admit it, fit better with a lot of the story telling I’ve been working on since two thousand and whatever.

There has been progress to the beginning of this year though a lot of that was a ball I wanted to get rolling last year. I now nearly have all the tools I need to start shooting video and I picked up a printer to get images and hard copies of text printed out. Symbolism, words, imagery and sound should all be coming to life as I weave this multi media project together.

The basic framework for this project remains unchanged. Four independent stories in different styles told through different mediums coming together to form a whole. I have reworked texts and will go over the audio once again when I start accumulating enough video footage. That said there is one big change and that is the place where a lot of the stories are being told. As I’m in Hong Kong it makes sense to lean on its environment and practically speaking it’s the only place I can film for just now. Besides, the urban jungle is a more relevant (or cliché) environment for cyberpunk content.

I’ve left a window open for variations throughout and variation is very much a theme in itself throughout the piece. Online postings will remain abstract and are intended to be complimentary pieces to the hard copies that will be released once the project is terminated.

Anyway, Old Nick is cracking his whip again so I’d better get back to it.