Sci-Fi Poetry III

This is the third and final Sci-Fi cut-up poem I have, and I think it is my most descriptive one. Have a read and tell me what you think.

They went in search of the new land

left behind jewelled heights

past empty

streets

houses

cars

They were watched without ever being seen

They would meet with the discovery of a new landscape

A future.

Transparent indigo lakes advance over the beaches,

red pink skyline with a light white sun,

forests unfolding down dark stone mountains,

and birds sang of the hope

of those who came.

Read the other two as well: Sci-Fi Poetry I and Sci-Fi Poetry II

Sci-Fi Poetry II

Another Sci-Fi cut-up poem. Not my favourite but still worth a mention.

UFOs

A zigzag trail across white roads

of an unknown city

a metallic shadow on the street

Cars standing on a pavement

outside of town

as though evacuation.

It came by day

and found the discovery of

blonde,

instructor,

authoritarian,

dictator?

Men. 

Take another look at the first Sci-Fi cut-up poem.

Sci-Fi Poetry I

In Sci-Fi and Fantasy we were given two poems by Jeremy Reed. I really don't like poetry but I thought I'd try it out again. But, instead of writing my own from scratch, I'd borrow some of Reed's lines.

Cut-Ups.

Like I did back in first year for Oversized, and like David Bowie used to do for his songs. I cut up the two poems and then used the lines I liked best and made them into a brand new poem. Actually, I made three. But I'll post them separately. So here is the first one.

Two mannequins

caked in blood

silent

depressed

rusting

scattered over the streets

of the deserted town

Almost expecting a last speech before absolute silence.

The signposted city

No one here.

Poetry of Earth - The Rookery

I have a confession, I only chose my Writing and the Environment module because it didn't have any assessed presentations. It was between this and Writing and the World and well, Writing and World had a presentation as part of its assignments and I found out recently it's a 10 minute long, individual presentation and that would have killed me! Anyway, I didn't expect to enjoy Writing and the Environment because I don't really care for all this global warming business and I'm not exactly a nature freak or outdoorsie person - give me a hotel over camping any day! But I'm actually feeling rather inspired, by the books not the lecturer, he's a bit tedious. 

So, today I have been writing a couple of poems not only inspired by the environment but also Roger Deakin's Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees. I'm not really very good at poems, what I did to create these poems was 'cut ups'. This means getting a text, cutting it all up and rearranging it into something new. David Bowie used to do this all the time, which explains some of his crazy lyrics. I have done this before this time last year for my Creativity module, it is called Oversized. Don't worry, I didn't cut up my whole book, I just underlined, in pencil, my favourite words and phrases, and I have come up with 4 poems, some better than others. Here is one of my favourite ones: 

The Rookery

Thousands of ancient trees,

their dark constellation of nests

Echoing the greater

rude harmony

of sweet thunder,

a crescendo of cawing

Lyrical blackcaps and lesser whitethroats,

the sweetness of robins

are dead, hollow, or rotten

Metallic splendour

Bright blind

Rook-black

Their ribs the leading of stained-glass windows

Tracery of veins in their wings

Hoisted home

as misty sun, rising fast

set the lichened ash trunks on fire

back to their Black Castle.

Creativity Cut-Ups

 This is a piece from my University module Creativity 2, it's something we did today and I'm pretty proud of it seeing as it's poetry and I'm usually awful at it. This task was inspired by 'Cut Ups' which was in the documentary we watched about David Bowie (random I know). 'Cut Ups' is when you take a page of text and cut it all up and use interesting sentences to make something new. It is said to be a good source of inspiration. Now, for this we were given photocopied sheets of random pages of books, of which I'd never heard of, and told to cut them up and form a sci-fi poem, this genre choice was influenced Ziggy Stardust, Bowie's alter ego.
So here is my finished result!

The sun had been just rising above the mountain peaks

swift and sudden

with his back against the fallen giant's Gothic ribs

The giant was not just uttering cries

but grimaces of pain

This was the end of the line-

Around the elephantine corpse

two titans were standing

free of most parasites, and

never mentioned former hallucinations

crawled the grim reminder of death or injury

He sobbed and shivered, 

wailed aloud to the empty night

a roar as from a great distance.

The unpopulated shadows grew thicker

cruel and sardonic

The sun had not risen,

he knew that he was dying.