Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Just so People Will Know...

...Yes Virginia, there is speculative poetry. As wikipedia states,
Speculative poetry is not defined by form, unlike most sub-categories of poetry. speculative poets work in the full variety of forms available to all poets; what makes speculative poetry speculative is generally the subject matter, though some poets have approached their speculation on a language level, experimenting with possible future or alien dialects and the like.
In the US, there is a speculative poetry association (SFPA) that was formed in the '70s, a major award (Rhysling) with a number of recognizable awardees (Ursula K. Le Guin and Gene Wolfe) as well as writers (Ray Bradbury and Thomas M. Disch).

As spec fic poet Bruce Boston states,
Speculative poetry can be seen as a subset of genre poetry. Its origins can also be linked to science fiction, fantasy, or horror. Beyond that, the similarities begin to fade. Poems worthy of being called speculative may be clever, but wit is not their aim. They may be narrative, but they are not about storytelling. Nor do they deliver singular resolutions and conclusions. Speculative poetry is about suggestion; it is elusive and rich in allusions; it functions at multiple levels; it may sometimes appear opaque until you give it a deserving read. Unlike most genre poems, speculative poetry does not use language to communicate in a strictly literal way, but recognizes the analogical quality of language, the play of words, the connections and contradictions inherent in sounds and meanings. It takes words beyond themselves, beyond their literal definitions, and whether its syntax is simple or complex, rhymed and metered or free verse, it understands how to make language not only speak but sing.
But don't take my word for it (as I have neither head nor heart for poetry). Check out this poem by one of my favorite writers, Theodora Goss. Here's another one by Sonya Taaffe.

(Ironically, a lot of ramblingsoul's poems have that same texture of a spec fic story, leading me to believe that though our friend has gone on to greater days with poetry, his heart is still with spec fic. And though it could be said that his poems AREN'T spec fic, who da fuck cares? I like them just the way they are.)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Dancing to Your Own Tune

Garr. I keep forgetting to pimp this but time and work has a way of short-circuiting both my long-term and short-term memory.

Rabble-rouser and wordsmith Adam David, ever the one to make his own way, has self-published a book called The El Bimbo Variations* as part of his 'brave new lit'. It's a poetry collection, the poems a play on the first line of The Eraserheads' "Ang Huling El Bimbo" (The Last El Bimbo), and it's a fun read as you get a crash-and-burn course on poetry. (This is also why Adam had been tagged by ramblingsoul as 'The Professor' for the former's quickie-lectures during the Happy Mondays' poetry reading.)

If you want to order his book, go to his site and email him for a copy. It's only 200 bucks and you'll not only get to enjoy the book but you'll also learn what 'beautiful outlaw' is.




*Fortunately, we don't have the stigma against self-publishing here unlike in the US. Alas, the relative small size of local publishing firms makes self-publishing comparable to small or indie press.

**Yes, that's Adam's arm in the picture. With all his tattoos, he's starting to look like a US Marine... Okay, a creative US Marine.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Songs of a Rambling Soul

Oy. Look who's coming out with a book.*

ramblingsoul (a.k.a. Joel Toledo) is launching his first poetry book, Chiaroscuro, tonight at Mag:net Katipunan around 6:30 pm. Cocktails (read: free drinks!) is set with the Happy Mondays poetry reading afterwards around 8 pm.

For those who don't know, Joel won second place in the 2006 UK Bridport Award for his poem, "The Same Old Figurative". And check out the guest list for the poetry reading: Ma'am Marj Evasco, Jimmy Abad, Butch Dalisay, Marne Kilates, Krip Yuson, J. Neil Garcia, Sarge Lacuesta, Chingbee Cruz, etc. Now that's what I call the big guns. (If that ain't pressure for Joel, I don't know what is!)

The reading will be hosted by Radioactive Sago Project's own Lourd de Veyra and afterwards, Joel's band Los Chupacabras-- as well as Dead Pop Stars-- will be playing.

Congrats, Joel! (And we expect a similar celebration next year for the second collection, yes?)

*speaking of collections, that reminds me that I should blog about...

Monday, June 02, 2008

For Those Who Have Passed On


Something I have pondered on:

Move him into the sun--
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds,--
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved-- still warm,-- too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
-- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

Futility, Wilfred Owen

Which led me to this quote...

“We’re not making a sacrifice.
Jesus, you’ve seen this war.
We are the sacrifice.”

- Ulster regiment, marching towards the Somme (from here)

Sad but true.