Tag: stainless steel worm

  • What’s In Your Cave?

    I usually feel bad leaving a bookstore after a lot of browsing without buying something. So, last time went to a Russian bookstore looking for Zemfira cds, but found no new ones. Fulfilling my obligation to the bookseller I bought a book by Tatiana Tolstaya, one of the few missing from my library. It was one of those – a cover tastefully designed by Tema Lebedev, and inside a mixture of the good short stories from “On The Golden Porch” bitter recent editorials/rants.

    I was reading this book on the train this morning, and one of the new “stories” wasn’t even a story – it was an introduction to another writer’s book. Scraping the bottom of the barrel, I thought, but continued reading. I was rewarded as there was one interesting tidbit there – a new-agey psychological experiment .

    Basically it goes like this: you close your eyes and try to imagine yourself going down stairs until you see a dark forest. In the forest you see a river which you need to cross to get to a cave. You look inside the cave and find an object. That object symbolizes something or other about you. Tatiana Tolstaya described finding a bone and the author for whose book she wrote the introduction found a lump of coal.

    No time like the present, no place like the stainless steel worm. I closed my eyes and imagined myself quickly going down a dark spiral staircase, then arriving at a dark underground forest. Turning around, away from the forest, I found a river and a boat waiting for me. The boat deposited me straight at the mouth of the cave. The object that I found there first was an adjustable wrench. Right under it was a set of lineman’s pliers.

    And now for a dose of useless trivia. It’s interesting to note that I was incorrectly thinking of the wrench in question as of “monkey wrench”. A monkey wrench is an older type not used much, and is called so after it’s inventor, “Charles Moncky, […] (who) sold his patent for $2,000, and invested the money in a house in Williamsburg, Kings County, N.Y., where he afterward lived.” A wise investment I might add – houses in that Brooklyn neighborhood are way out of reach these days.

    The wrench that I was thinking of is properly known as a “crescent wrench” or a “bulldog wrench”. In Russia I remember it being referred to as “French wrench”.

    I guess my choice of symbols is pretty clear – they are engineering tools. Good for plumbing and electrical work – and what’s closer to that than programming?

    I don’t know about coal, but the Tolstaya’s bone is pretty much clear to me. She has a bone to pick. A rather nasty essay that she wrote about America’s glorification of Mickey Mouse made it pretty clear to me. She drove a point that most Americans think of Mickey Mouse as of an absolute good. I guess she never looked him up in a dictionary.

  • The Worm Oroborous

    I was reading Barrington J. Bayley’s The Knights of the Limits which Amazon in its wisdom recommended for my consumption. The title story is about space travelers from a universe which inhabitants move in patterns through discrete points in space, like chess pieces.

    This got me to think – 5 days a week a stainless steel worm moves me in a roughly L shaped pattern, from one tower into another, from one island onto another. And in both towers there are two computer screens and a chair. The two Ls form a Kekule snake, the Worm Oroborous.

    I like to think that I am a Knight, but I am really a Pawn.

  • Poetry in Motion

    Came up with this during my morning subway ride:

    Magnetic flux in a white glass tube
    Bounces greenish light
    From stainless steel guts
    Of a stainless steel worm
    That travels beneath the waves.

    An empty Greek cup
    That held a drink
    Of infusion of coffee beans
    Is clenched in a hand of a woman who sleeps
    Not seeing any dreams.

    A holy book in hands of a man
    Holds a promise of mystical lore
    Wrapping words of wise men
    Of time gone by
    Around holier word of fore.

    A cat in a box
    With plastic doors
    Looks outside with fear.
    The stainless steel worm
    Makes no sense
    To a being with claws and hair.

    Keys in a clip
    On a belt of a man
    In a jacket of steely-blue cloth
    Can open doors
    In a tower of grey
    Containing amazing wealth.

    A plastic red sack
    With symbols of black
    Carries cheap and expensive treats
    That smell of a place
    That is far, far away
    Not connected by rails.

    The ceramic song
    Of passing stops
    A swirling mosaic sets
    In the minds of passengers riding the worm
    That eats the electric thread.