A Day in the Life of a Poem (and Other Visual Narratives)

Now, I’m no poet.  Never been much for reading the stuff, let alone writing it.  I have lots of emo poetry lost in a drawer somewhere, which I won’t let out so long as I’m alive, and will likely burn while I’m a ghost.  But “The Black City” (which is what I’ve called the monstrosity above) was the result of getting inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Wasteland.  I had to write all the fragments you see on the bottom or my head would explode.  They’re not in order, and I kind of like it that way.  It’s more…fun.

The next is a list of texts I’m considering for a course I want to build on postcolonial science fiction.  It’s tentative and likely incorrect, but I had fun putting it all together:

Tobias S. Buckell and Nalo Hopkinson are obvious choices, but you’ve also got to love the insertion of Lauren Beukes too!  Her work is brilliant.

And finally, my new backpack!  Why?  Because the old one was falling apart…literally.

So, what have you been doing with your life?