White Shift: science fiction poetry
G. O. Clark takes you on a dimension shift, where you get to look at things from the perspective beyond the left field fence. Here's one example:
The Luddite robot / has trouble functioning / in our modern world, / spends most of his time / trying to rebut the evidence / from his own sensors.
Psst! There's more inside . . . More
It may astound you to learn that almost everyone likes poetry . . . including you. You like songs, right? Whether it's country or rock or hip-hop, those lyrics often have a poetic sense to them, and sometimes even imagery that grabs you despite your proclamation of "I don't like poetry." For instance? Try these:
" . . . the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar . . . "
" . . . I'd give my soul away to hold you once again . . . "
" . . . the only thing that keeps us [me and Jesus] distant is that I keep f**king up . . . "
" . . . I wished I could forget that I used to live . . . "
Right? Now try this snippet of science fiction poetry:
The Luddite robot
has trouble functioning
in our modern world,
spends most of his time
trying to rebut the evidence
from his own sensors.
Psst! There's more inside . . .