STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 12 outdoors looking flash,dazzle blink(ing) hard my eyes toasted anxiety second second second half a dozen… (blackness) All te right elements were there! Sudden blindness is probably one of the most horrifying things I could imagine. The poem doesn’t convey that though… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
The Recursive Horror that is Looking for Work Click the picture to play! A piece of short interactive fiction by Jonathon Howard Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 11 miles outside sweeping [up] moving fast speed saves you straight, forward, leap, advance seconds and kiss [the sun] on [the] way fanning flame[s] fire [and] luck brilliance cosmic clean There were lots of movement words on this page and I wanted to use them. I thought they fit an eagle or a hawk and perhaps the emotions and feelings that it might feel as it soared. It’s a little abstract but trying to translate another species emotions will do that to language… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 10 scanning for beacons [I] found the wrong star. Far, too far north. The river[s] range[d] over [and] out of line. Up the blast[ed] far side Tumb[ling] suddenly Realiz[ing] I had let myself [go astray] The way, [I] had [been] warned, [was easy to lose] Not permanently. I think, I wanted. I saw the word ‘scanning’ and ‘star’ and it made me think of navigation by stars. Then I saw ‘wrong’ and the idea to make the poem about being waylaid just fell together Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...