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STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 23

Thanks to Teg for the image!

That night,

I’ve never
Mentioned it.
Such things are not for…
We watched
The end.
The last, grim fool(s)…
(gentle sobbing)
Go!
A terrible memory, a terrible secret?
A terrible memory, a terrible secret?

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 22

Thanks to Teg for the image

Together,
Together,
Together [we]
Push theory,
Supply instruction,
Anything WE did
Was fun.
It didn’t matter.

Contrariwise

Me [and] he [were] not
Natural, right,
Obvious.

Odd look[s]
Stop.
Free choice.
Volunteer.
Found out,
Out of your mind.
A predictable stage.

Grow up,
Too valuable.

Sick.

the words on the page and the military are both charged with homoerotic undercurrents. Obvious to everyone, admitted by no one. I can't imagine the difficulty, until most recent times, of living such a life
the words on the page and the military are both charged with homoerotic undercurrents. Obvious to everyone, admitted by no one. I can’t imagine the difficulty, until most recent times, of living such a life

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 21

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

 

I never intended
the disgrace
late in my years.

Thinking, I suppose,
Of the idea.
Then It…
Had not It,
With dead seriousness,
Done everything…?

 

The idea of an ideology being blamed for someone's actions is interesting to me. Taking the idea of citizenship one more step further into abstraction than limiting it to humans and corporations. And the words to make a poem about it were just lying around on the page..
The idea of an ideology being blamed for someone’s actions is interesting to me. Taking the idea of citizenship one more step further into abstraction than limiting it to humans and corporations. And the words to make a poem about it were just lying around on the page..

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 20

Thanks for the image Teg!

Air
Grabs,
Lifts us
In[to] the
Open.

How?
It can’t…

Only time
Knows the way.
Not a lot here to work with. I think it shows.
Not a lot here to work with. I think it shows.

 

The first chapter is done. Twenty pages of hard sci-fi turned into one really confusing poem. With 243 pages left in the book. This project seems a lot larger in scale now than it did when I first started it. I originally thought that I could construct a poem out of each page in a bout ten or twenty minutes. Experience has shown though that this normally takes about an hour or more. Especially, so when skimming over the page I’m constructing two parallel poems and trying to decide which one will work best.

It’s been interesting, fun, and challenging. I don’t know if I’m learning anything yet from the experience.

 

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