Romantic Underground

The Romantic Underground. Y’ever hear of it? I’ve only heard it mentioned before, never explained. Even then, I only heard it mentioned once, on one of the most epic monologues ever.

I am the Leviathan of pop culture.

My strides encompass vast territories; my footsteps shaping the landscape. My thoughts will be their obsessions; my whims their rapacious desires.

I will be relentless. I will be ruthless. I will be strong. I will be unstoppable. Not because it is the option I choose, but because there is no other option.

I am of the Romantic Underground, and we cannot be stopped, because we do not acknowledge the rules of those who wish to stop us. They have no power, no authority, no influence which we do not wish them to have.

We are of a lineage that includes more than writers and artists accustomed to being beaten down, marginalized, and humiliated. We are of the lineage of Ozymandias and Alexander, and we will take everything that can be hurled at us, shrug it off, move ahead, and claim the territory that belongs to those willing to pay the price to claim it.

We’re not IN publishing. We’re at war. And I don’t intend to lose.”

-James A. Owen

Like I said, epic monologue. But I never knew what the Romantic Underground was. Even through the wonder that is Google, I was only able to find one website that really shed light on the subject, if somewhat skeptically. http://www.infinityplus.co.uk/nonfiction/romanticunderground.htm It’s a bit long-winded, but if you cut past the crap, it’s informative. Put simply, it’s an alleged organization of writers who favor the surreal. Most people in it deny association. I say alleged because there’s no evidence of existance other than what we’re told by the authors who do admit to being in it, such as James A. Owen, featured above.

I’ve always been interested in underground or secretive societies like this one. From the Freemasons to the Mafia, I find them fascinating. And we already know I like cultural shifts and movements. This has both of them, to a much lesser extent. It’s almost like Dada meets the Bohemian Trio. Cool, no? Also, never talk about fight club. Never talk about fight club.

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Words, words, words

Maximum Ride: The Final Warning came out last month, as I mentioned before.  I finally got around to buying it, but I still haven’t read it.  Last week, Septimus Heap: Queste came out as well.  I had somehow managed to completely forget about it until I checked the Releases page today.  And today is the release of The Atlantis Prophecy.  It’s been a while since I read the first book so I’ll have to see about that sometime.  Fablehaven: Grip of the Shadow Plague comes out next week.  That’s definitely going to be good.

This Thursday is Poem in Your Pocket Day!  Choose your favorite poem, print it out or write it down, carry it with you all day and show it to at least one other person.  Do it, do it, do it!

Maximum Ride: The Final Warning

It comes out tomorrow.  The date snuck up on me, without me even realizing it.  They always manage to do that, lately.  I should’ve been rereading the first three books in the series, but I don’t think there’s time to do that now.  Although, it’s likely that it’ll be a few weeks until I get it.  I still have a stack of new books from Christmas that I haven’t read.  I haven’t really read any plot synopses, or early reviews or anything like that for The Final Warning.  Here’s one from the Wikipedia entry:

“Fourteen-year-old Maximum Ride and the other members of “Flock”-Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman and Angel–are just like ordinary kids.

Only they have wings and can fly (they are 98% human and 2% bird). It seems like a dream come true–except that they’re still being hunted by new threats at every turn like the Flyboys , which are like Erasers except they are machines. This time, the U.S. government wants to keep the Flock under observation, offering a safe haven and schooling in return. But after their incredible adventures in books 1-3, Max and Flock have grown to love freedom. After all, haven’t grown-ups always found a way to ruin their lives?

After escaping the control of the feds, they are surprised to find themselves allied with a group of environmental scientists who just might be trustworthy. And besides, what enemy could find them in one of the most remote locations on earth? They’re in Antarctica, on an expedition studying the effects of global warming up close. There is one Person who threatens them: The terrible Director. Literally, brains on a stick-an evil being who has developed mechanical soldiers far more frightening than Erasers.

Their quest? To retrieve the Flock and sell them in a global auction for billions of dollars. Will the Director that calls Max her daughter nab them before she, Fang and the flock succumb to the dangers of the harsh Antarctic wilderness? And will Max and Fang’s personal relationship develop? Only time will find out.”

It sounds quite dramatic, doesn’t it?  Also, does anyone know if this will be the last one in the series?  I hope not.