Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 08 Mar 2008 14:29:00 GMT
cleft
deeply the seamounts
of Algaetopia
- Q
- So this is what you call a scifaiku, then? What’s the deal with the syllables, though?
- A
- You mean about how it isn’t a 5-7-5 count?
- Q
- Right, how is is supposed to be anything like a haiku if it comes out as 1-5-6?
- A
- It’s in English.
- Q
- Yeah, so?
- A
- Not Japanese. Where they count on, not the kind of syllables we have in English. To me, 17 English syllables feels a lot longer than your average Japanese haiku. (Archive)
- Q
- So you don’t care about the syllable count?
- A
- Actually, I do. In scifaiku and haiku, I usually write either three-line poems in twelve English syllables, or one-liners in nine syllables, to approximate the quantity in the Japanese verse.
- Q
- Okay, so it’s twelve syllables about science fiction then. Or nine.
- A
- Well, yes, but not exactly. The way I see the form, there are a few other features that I like to see in a scifaiku, besides the brevity and the subject matter.
- Q
- Namely…
- A
- A title. A pause between the two parts of the poem. Some sense of immediacy is nice, along with a tendency to suggest rather than state everything outright. And if you can work in an allusion to poetry or something else, that can be nice too, and similar to what was common practice among haiku and renga writers in Japan.
- Q
- You’ve got to be kidding. How can you get all that into twelve syllables, plus have it talk about some science fictional thing?
- A
- Well, I didn’t say it was going to be easy.
- Q
- I’ve got to work this out a little. Undersea mountains, a title that might have a pun in it, some vaguely sexual language, a break right there in the middle of the second line — and did you just make up that crazy name?
- A
- Hey, just Google it.
The first in a projected series of discussions on poetry.
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags prosody | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 08 Mar 2008 00:37:00 GMT
wise the scaly Worm that knows his Freud
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 07 Mar 2008 11:59:00 GMT
Always
Mama’s favorite.
Me, I didn’t care.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:42:00 GMT
mounds
of plastic bags all that is known
of that race
Generation Ten ate all the steel
dust and scrub,
yet this can smells of
iridium
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags archaeology, technology, time | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Wed, 05 Mar 2008 06:23:00 GMT
under cedars
your lips soft and warm
and we stop
somewhere a flask endlessly bubbling
all done in a flash
twelve or thirteen
million years
the big barred spiral was uninsured
once again,
stars and silt, you are all
dead to us;
there is hydrogen, and there is hate
Posted in scifaiku, poetry, tanka | Tags space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 02 Mar 2008 23:33:00 GMT
the wall of the Food Court - stars march up
inside the nail salon: Clan Jade Claws
perched dragon style: the loading dock sleeps
like water they part, Big and Tall Men
escalator down; the swish of bamboo
this septum-pierced punk - you too must fall
naked the sun shines… a lithe dark shape
Posted in poetry, sequence | Tags stellarenga | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:57:00 GMT
rings arching high we bank the dull core
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:34:00 GMT
Hot?
Sure,
I’d say
that one’s hot -
entering a room
walls buckle, the lights shift to blue,
sensitive meat seismometers trace out pressure waves,
and spacetime folds bend to accommodate the incarnate representation of ‘hot.’
Hats off to my friend Ian whose comment suggested the image.
Suhail al Muhlif: The brightest O-type star and one of only four WR stars bright enoughto have been observed spectroscopically in UV by COPERNICUS.
Posted in poetry, sequence | Tags fibonacci, space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:15:00 GMT
¡toro nosh! lunch with social morays
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags food, pun | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:17:00 GMT
no dance can tell
what those two-legs did…
larvacide!
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags alien | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 23 Feb 2008 15:05:00 GMT
glimpsed through my camo
a jagged black wing
runs cold
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags military | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:35:00 GMT
Quick! Hide!
Under your desk,
go and make yourself small.
The grownups have gone nuts, dropping
F-bombs.
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