another colly, another line, another day, another minute, blah!

i don't write for free, i pay my mind for it's time. :) enjoy
these meger writings this month... (i've been busy, stop bustin muh balls:)).
find me on efnet if you have any comments or suggestions, in #cia or #lit.

peace!

...........


we are a lost and dying generation
i do not lie...

forever i searched,
for a soul guide...
to lead me to some deserving spring

with some strength...

i am tired of seeing
what has been built of clay
and weak timber,
destroyed by the crushing, unforgiving waves

i am tired of hearing the promises of
generation change...
by people that forged their visions into that babylon chain 
before they could comprehended
before they could know
why we need to scream out in rage!

understanding is more
than technology and fear

life is greater than just a mere idea
or just a mere "form"
those who know, i fear won't remember

i hear of children killing children
and wars that never end

hungry masses scream out in riot,
but still the nations of this world
do little to quench it...

it's sad to see us slip 
and still never see the edge

........
prozac wishes

sadness replaced
with chemical euphoria...

i wish there was another way
to live...
without taking this pill...

i wish i had that feeling
i lost
when i stopped

being a child.


............

History of the Lit Scene, Pt. 2

        
        After the death of Asylum, I went back to cia, to form yet another
strong lit division with Frost Byte, who tookover in my absence. There
was nothing to make us believe that we were succeeding in bring literature
to a new medium, because at the time the animosity against the lit scene
by the ansi, ascii, and other scenes was at a peak.

        We focused on the image of lit, and between the two of us we
coordinated cia lit with confs and other redboxed phone calls to keep
in contact with the members.

        Eventhough everything was going well for cia, as well as it could
go, everything in my personal life wasn't. Likewise i was kicked out of
my house, and sold my computer for a gun.

        I came back... a few months later, and alot had changed in the
scene. the lit scene was again facing it's end due to people abandoning
the art form, and to little support within the art scene. i was getting
tired of seeing good writers harassed just because there were a few
people that didn't understand the art form, or saw someone try to do
literature... that had no skills. i wanted to give something back to
a scene that was dying, and need to be revived.

        Revival started as an idea between Burning Chrome, Sudden Death
and myself, and through the hard efforts of CiA, we became the premier
literary group in the scene. it is unfair to say that we were the best,
or the only group.... during all of this Argon had Revolt, which
contributed one of the largest lasting lit groups in this scene. later
The Stranger formed Souls at Zero (SaZ), and Luke SKywalker formed Codine,
which through all of our efforts literature became more and more
respected within the art community.

        I sit here and think about how hard it was to write and exist on
efnet at the same time, back in 1991-1994, but now people actually read
the words, and some of them even write back. I am happy to see that the
scene has evolved from the early days when it was just a few ansi artists
putting cheezy lits in their ansis just to make them look more... gothic. :)

        It's not the same anymore, for better or for worst. i know i left
out a good chunk of history here... but i've also been gone for a while,
and have just re-entered this scene. Maybe Bluedevil or someone else can 
pick up where i have left off.

and maybe like old soldiers, old lit writers just fade away....

...

"here lies one who's name was writ in water"
                        

mister e. {cia.scrollz.ultim8}
dmartin@columbus.rr.com