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a blog by Paul Graham Raven

science fiction / social theory / climate futures / infrastructure / utopian narratology / sometimes cats

  • 29APR24 / first third

    April’s on its way out of the door, and we finally had an unambiguously spring-y weekend in Malmö, all clear bright skies and two-figure temperatures. I’m always drawing lines in the figurative calendar, and perhaps one day I’ll do the work to find out just what sort of possibly pathological origins that habit might have.…

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  • thank you, Copenhagen

    Gave my worldbuilding talk on the south campus of Copenhagen University yesterday afternoon, and I don’t mind saying that it went really well. Having a a great audience really helps: But also sometimes the planets are aligned correctly, the magic is in the room, and the thing just flows through you. Artists of many sorts…

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  • Malmö music futures: Waves of the Blue Sea

    Three stories from me this time, based on three scenarios produced by a gloriously eccentric batch of participants in four full days of collaborative foresight exploration of “the futures of sound and song”.

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  • at Ogre’s Grave

    It was estimated that ogres had numbered in the billions when their civilisation had met its end, and they appeared to have colonised every corner of the world. Giants who had ravaged and despoiled the Mother’s land and seas, leaving traces of huge mines and quarries where they had ripped minerals and metals from Her…

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  • 18APR24 / the thaw

    Umeå doesn’t really get a spring, they tell me. What it gets, not long after the clocks change, is a couple of weeks when the the temperature wavers around either side of zero centigrade, while the huge piles of gritty snow that have been scraped off the roads and pavements over the last half year…

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Who is Paul Graham Raven?

“… who, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with [his] voice, thanks to the god in [him].”