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Zachary Duncan

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Fiction writer, game dev, Overwatch, Gàidhlig Linktr.ee/zachduncan

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Songs at an Angle to Society Literary Critique, William Blake

William Blake was an English poet, mythologist and engraving artist from the romantic period.

What was so singular about his vision—if anything?

#Art #Poetry #WilliamBlake #WritersofBluesky

02.04.2025 19:21 — 👍 8    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

Like the cat didn’t try to squeeze inside that glass box the second after the picture was taken

15.01.2025 14:54 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Bold hypocrisy sounds like a perfect tagline for my Substack

09.01.2025 00:04 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Very understandable. I’ve challenged myself to write a very long poem over the last few months. 531 words so far over 9 stanzas. Step 2 is finding anyone who wants to read long poems

08.01.2025 23:18 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I like that appraisal. Descriptive, not prescriptive

08.01.2025 22:59 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

This is lovely. Is it original?

08.01.2025 22:35 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

This is the most concise encapsulation of game dev I think I’ve ever seen

23.12.2024 22:31 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Bioran 🤎 | BBC ALBA
YouTube video by BBC ALBA Bioran 🤎 | BBC ALBA

Just thought I’d share a Gàidhlig language animated Christmas short film from #BBCAlba.

Nollaig Chridheil! 🎄🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

youtu.be/uTBItoxvlgQ?...

#scottish #gaelic #gàidhlig

23.12.2024 21:26 — 👍 4    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

I’m a fellow writer and (video)game dev. Howdy

23.12.2024 20:21 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Zachary Duncan | Substack Original poetry and short stories. I may also share thoughts either philosophical or literary.

I write fantasy and scifi poetry and short stories.
zacharyduncan.substack.com

22.12.2024 16:27 — 👍 3    🔁 1    💬 1    📌 0

Just an inquisition, but what were the origins of your fandom?

16.12.2024 18:47 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I listen to a few: SpeakGaelic, Coffee Break Gaelic, Big Gaels Don’t Cry. The third of those is the most casual with the first two being more educational.

13.12.2024 16:07 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

Is this done by scaling a collision capsule relative to the speed of Theevo’s movement? Or are you actually maintaining a 3D field of wind vectors?

09.12.2024 13:28 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

This movie bucked the hallmark movie trope of featuring exclusively under-wrought performances, over budget lighting department and frankly bewildering writing. This had all those crucial elements, but in Scotland.

10/10

07.12.2024 02:29 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Focus on quick iterations of fun gameplay loops before worrying about anything looking good

04.12.2024 13:45 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I write fantasy and scifi short stories and poetry. I’d love to be added to your starter pack

30.11.2024 13:15 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

On the third hand Sam Harris says to learn jujitsu to obviate lies and give stitches to them

27.11.2024 18:48 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

They are experimenting with adding back 6v6. It’s been pretty fun

27.11.2024 16:41 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

This is basically the whole design for Souls-like games

27.11.2024 16:38 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

John Prine was an amazing folk poet

27.11.2024 02:12 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

I quite enjoyed that. And I love that it was hand written in such an unusual way.

26.11.2024 23:52 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0
Ode to Falling
Written by Zachary Duncan

Dreams of the top is why I climb,
It’s how I will devote my time—
Through bark and branch of gnarled tree.
For this I do despite no rhyme

Or reason than merely to see
What, at the pinnacle, may be
Some evidently fruitless trip,
With naught but empty sky for me.

But look now, I have lost my grip,
Leaves stinging over fingers slip,
My face is scored by passing twig.
It’s just by grabbing hollow's lip


I right myself from fall so big,
Removing from my hair a sprig. 
Again I climb despite my fall,
Determinedly—fingers dig.

Never a moment's halt or stall
Of the stars' perennial call
Toward the smaller, weaker bough
Arrayed atop this tree so tall.

Sweat and grit dripping from brow,
As eyes affix the apex now
With arms and hands stinging and sore,
Straining further than they allow.

 Fevered imaginings before
 The destination’s reached see more
 Than what soever could be learned
 Of universe’s hidden lore.


This revelation will be earned
Adduced by every sinew burned
Resplendent in its reflection
For only thoughts of wisdom yearned.

With my focused intellection
I did not detect the flection 
And since my foot has lost the limb
Downward now is my projection.

I risked my life with chances slim,
Earth closing in around feels grim.
As there I break upon the ground,
The stars inside my eyes grow dim.

Were I not dead I'd look around
As once again the tree is found
By another's expedition
For sights outside our planet bound. 
Steely nerve in their ambition,
Learning from my exhibition,
Use now a rope to climb the tree,
Reaffirming my position,

That what's important most to me
That none should ever be guilty
Of crime so old, such feckless cold
As base incuriosity.

Ode to Falling Written by Zachary Duncan Dreams of the top is why I climb, It’s how I will devote my time— Through bark and branch of gnarled tree. For this I do despite no rhyme Or reason than merely to see What, at the pinnacle, may be Some evidently fruitless trip, With naught but empty sky for me. But look now, I have lost my grip, Leaves stinging over fingers slip, My face is scored by passing twig. It’s just by grabbing hollow's lip I right myself from fall so big, Removing from my hair a sprig. Again I climb despite my fall, Determinedly—fingers dig. Never a moment's halt or stall Of the stars' perennial call Toward the smaller, weaker bough Arrayed atop this tree so tall. Sweat and grit dripping from brow, As eyes affix the apex now With arms and hands stinging and sore, Straining further than they allow. Fevered imaginings before The destination’s reached see more Than what soever could be learned Of universe’s hidden lore. This revelation will be earned Adduced by every sinew burned Resplendent in its reflection For only thoughts of wisdom yearned. With my focused intellection I did not detect the flection And since my foot has lost the limb Downward now is my projection. I risked my life with chances slim, Earth closing in around feels grim. As there I break upon the ground, The stars inside my eyes grow dim. Were I not dead I'd look around As once again the tree is found By another's expedition For sights outside our planet bound. Steely nerve in their ambition, Learning from my exhibition, Use now a rope to climb the tree, Reaffirming my position, That what's important most to me That none should ever be guilty Of crime so old, such feckless cold As base incuriosity.

Here's my "Ode to Falling" poem.

Does it seem more pessimistic or optimistic to you?
#poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #poetry #writer

26.11.2024 22:57 — 👍 4    🔁 0    💬 2    📌 0

Appreciate it! Feels good

26.11.2024 03:17 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Lovely pack. Just added a few of them

26.11.2024 02:58 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

The problem with compelling people to take sides is that uninformed or cowardly people will take the side of the majority which gives them the least resistance. The majority might not always be correct. The majority might be the oppressors.

25.11.2024 13:42 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I’m not even sure which I prefer, myself. They both have such singular and deep voices

24.11.2024 17:33 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Christopher Lee’s reading is amazing. Better than James Earl Jones’ reading though?

24.11.2024 05:02 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

Paraphrasing Christopher Hitchens:

Everyone has at least one book in them, though in most cases that’s where it should stay. You shouldn’t be a writer because you want to. You should be a writer because you simply must write. To us writing is like extracting venom from a wound.

24.11.2024 01:56 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

How about,
“The final ten minutes of Graham Dimaano-Porter’s first longsword fencing lesson would put to the test his only goal—stay standing.”

24.11.2024 01:26 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

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