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STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 12

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!
 

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...
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…

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 11

Thanks to Teg for the image manipulation

 

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...
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…

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 10

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

 

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
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

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 9

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

cybernetic
junk
bits
pieces
confusing
naked
panic
doubled up
face down
night
below
shining
flash
burned
fired
shock(ed)
floated
free
good enough

 

The words on this page made me think of cyberpunk and that made me think of Bladerunner and the poem sort of wrote itself at that point.
The words on this page made me think of cyberpunk and that made me think of Bladerunner and the poem sort of wrote itself at that point.

 

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