FeO

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 15 Sep 2009 11:23:00 GMT

rust, love,
stains a sea of our own, crusts your
mouthparts

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Danae

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:25:00 GMT

could this be Zeus,
down from heaven,
whizzing through space?
From an Boeotian red-figure bell-shaped crater, ca. 450-425 BC.
“The beautiful trail in the sky looked like a mysterious celestial event.”
Yeah, sure

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Secret agent moon

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 05 Apr 2008 23:56:00 GMT

it was here
moments ago,
check your penumbra

from the Earthlit side some green light blinks

silk wedding gown,
the trim two klicks of
blasting cord

Bob beams (his front tooth is a camera)

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Yet Another Vampire Horrorku

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:59:00 GMT

ever since,
next to her bed she keeps
a sharp stake

we can prove your guilt: Scythe-Angel-Scythe

shambling horrors
move in next door
flanked by lawyers

Congruence
Q
You don’t need to explain horrorku to me. It’s pretty obvious that if one can accept science fiction-themed poetry, why not horror-themed in the same form. But what is this “yet another” thing?
A
That’s just me getting snarky about cliché. I’ve done others in this vein before, criticizing the kind of writing which does not take enough risks by avoiding the obvious path. If you read enough verse with vampires and werewolves, blood and carnage and fear, monsters and midnights and other low-hanging horrible fruit in them, you want to see something that has none of those elements in them to see if it can be done.
Q
Sounds pretty dismal.
A
Well it would not be horrorku if it weren’t dismal, would it? Think of the poor dark poetry editors who have to read things like this day in and day out:
Bloody vampire
a bloody vampire
waiting by the dark graveyard,
a bat flies over

(Which I just made up.) To me, even though that has all the elements of a horrorku, the way it just kind of throws them out there makes it less interesting than it could be.

Q
You mean it just sort of tells you about the subject instead of showing it in any kind of novel way.
A
Take a look at this list:

  • It is a poem.
  • It is a poem limited in length, in English that limit being somewhere between 15 and 20 syllables.
  • It presents images rather than ideas.
  • It is intuitive rather than intellective.
  • It uses observation of nature and the seasons as a basis for that intuition.
  • Its observations are specific rather than general.

That was written about English-language haiku, not any of these speculative fiction derivatives (thus the item about nature and the seasons which would not apply to scifaiku or horroku), but the esthetic point being made is still useful to ponder. I think the bat poem has problems with the part about being intuitive, more so than the wooden stake poem, which starts out open-ended and ends before the reader really knows what went on.

Q
Oh, so you’re saying that the original poem wasn’t supposed to be using cliché after all, but is actually an anti-cliché statement?
A
You didn’t get that? Yes, the idea is to write a horrorku (or whatever) that takes a hackneyed subject but which itself tries to put a new spin on things. There’s enough trite verse out there that there seems to be no real point to add to the collection.
Q
You mean that

Yet Another Mummy Horrorku
on my way to work
I passed a mummy - he was
a very strange sight

isn’t worthy of posting to the Scifaiku list?

A
Keep working on that, there.

The third in a projected series of discussions on poetry.

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A world o' pain

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:04:00 GMT

exquisitely
pain tolerant:
Venusians in furs
“I imagine the goddess of love as having descended from Mount Olympus for the sake of some mortal man. And always cold in this modern world of ours, she seeks to keep her sublime body warm in a large heavy fur and her feet in the lap of her lover. I imagine the favorite of a beautiful despot, who whips her slave, when she is tired of kissing him, and the more she treads him underfoot, the more insanely he loves her. And so I shall call the picture: Venus in Furs.” — Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

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(Untitled)

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:15:00 GMT

¡toro nosh! lunch with social morays

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Sorry, this job just wasn't your cup of blood

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:07:00 GMT

he smiled
a sharp, thin grin -
Vlad’s exit interview


“plasma” TV? I want a refund!


Hellfrog Chasm:

our cadres fall back,
hemorrhaging


Behold the mightiest attack frog known to man.

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(Untitled)

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 22 Dec 2007 01:35:00 GMT

madness and painful death – Shaitan KKKlaws

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