Tag: sci-fi

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.

 

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 19

Thanks to Teg for the image

 

“Get him!”

[It] hurt[s]
Out
Arms
Bounc[ing]
Left, right,
One, two

Alone

The ground
Again and again

Cut off
I saw it
the open.
Far away,
A shield,
Too far away

Broke
Only broke.

 

The words that leapt out at me were the ones that painted a picture of a small boy on a playground being bullied, being beat, and zoning out in a fantasy of belonging...
The words that leapt out at me were the ones that painted a picture of a small boy on a playground being bullied, being beat, and zoning out in a fantasy of belonging…

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 18

Thanks to Teg for the photoshopping

The work?

Is alive.

I'[m] feeling
Expendable
[No,] expended.
Fired, buried.

Walk away?

Chance it?

Taste it?
The bombs and fire
That weigh [you] down.

*running away*
Think of each coupling as parts of a conversation? and the last line as action. Not my best work...
Think of each coupling as parts of a conversation? And the last line as action. Not my best work…
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