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May 31, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1833)



It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and dole

Unequal laws unto a savage race,

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.



I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed

Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when

Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

Vexed the dim sea: I am...

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Published on May 31, 2010 05:31

May 29, 2010

SoCNoC: Southern Cross Novel Challenge

The Southern Cross Novel Challenge is the Southern Hemisphere equivalent of NaNoWriMo: a challenge to write 50,000 words of a novel in the month of June. And if that is too much, there's also HalfNoC, 25,000 words during June. If this sounds like you, check out all the details at the Kiwi Writers site. (Thanks to Travis Couttreau for the info.)You can buy books by Tim Jones online! Voyagers: SF Poetry from NZ from Amazon.Transported (short story collection) from Fishpond or New Zealand Books...

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Published on May 29, 2010 07:06

May 24, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Impertinent To Sailors

Curved over islands, the world

dragged me south in a talkative year



slipping Southampton

as the band played a distant farewell.



It was better than steerage,

that assisted passage: ten pound Poms



at sixpence the dozen, promenading

in sun frocks, gathering for quoits,



angling, in an understated way,

for a seat at the Captain's table —



while I, a child, roamed decks, became

impertinent to sailors.



And the heat! My dear, there never were

such days — rum, romance,



the rudiments of ska...

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Published on May 24, 2010 05:35

May 23, 2010

The Saturday Serial: Win A Day With Mikhail Gorbachev, Part III

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV



Part III: The Politburo



The Politburo had traditionally met in a sombre, marbled room, sitting six to a side along a massive table. Mikhail felt that this arrangement wasn't conducive to increased productivity and efficiency, so had done away with the heavy table and got everybody to sit in a circle on the ground, on cushions lovingly sewn in one of the more obscure Central Asian republics. The older Politburo members weren't entirely happy about this a...

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Published on May 23, 2010 02:41

May 21, 2010

The Saturday Serial: Win A Day With Mikhail Gorbachev, Part II

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV



Part II: Arthur C. Clarke



"Arthur C. Clarke, eh, Viktor? How do you rate him in comparison with Asimov?", Mikhail, a subscriber to Analog, asks his security chief.



"Well, as an SF writer, I think Clarke's got the edge. He brings a real quality of transcendence to his best work, so that it attains a numinous quality which belies his claim to be a writer of hard SF. Expedition to Earth showcases this well, I feel - stories like 'Second Dawn', 'Encounter ...

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Published on May 21, 2010 16:34

May 18, 2010

Submission Opportunities Roundup

Here are three bits of news of interest to writers and publishers - two about poetry, and the third for science fiction writers - plus a couple of other interesting items. Thanks for two of these items go to Helen Lowe and her weekly email Poetry News - if you'd like to subscribe to this, please contact snowscape (at) paradise.net.nz



International Literary Quarterly



The International Literary Quarterly is still seeking work for its forthcoming New Zealand feature. Stories and poems should b...

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Published on May 18, 2010 15:17

May 17, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Family Man

Family Man



My double relishes his freedom to move

through narrative and time. You'll find him



in the trunks of burned-out cars,

in the cat seat of history, riding pillion



as the motorcade fails to take the bend.

On the red carpet, just behind the stars,



he whispers poison in each lovely ear.

He's the sine qua non, the ne plus ultra,



the hand chained to the plague ship's tiller,

the indispensable figure of the fifth act.



But now he's taken to hanging round the house,

not picking up...

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Published on May 17, 2010 05:25

May 14, 2010

Saturday Serial: Win A Day With Mikhail Gorbachev, Part I

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV



I've posted a number of my published short-short stories on this blog, but I've held off from posting longer works. Then I had a bright idea: how about serialising a few stories?



So, for the next four Saturdays, I hope you'll enjoy "Win a Day with Mikhail Gorbachev! A Melodrama in Four Parts", which was included in Best New Zealand Fiction 4 and then collected in my second short story collection, Transported. I'll add links to Parts II-IV as they are...

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Published on May 14, 2010 17:24

May 12, 2010

Voyagers: More Good Reviews, Another Award Nomination

Voyagers: Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand, the anthology co-edited by Mark Pirie and I that was published by Interactive Press in 2009, is continuing to make waves - or, if you prefer, ripples in the fabric of space-time. Here is a roundup of the latest news:



More Good Reviews for Voyagers



Joanna Preston has given Voyagers a good review in the May issue of "a fine line", the magazine of the New Zealand Poetry Society. Joanna says:



More than 70 poets have work in Voyagers; from...
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Published on May 12, 2010 04:31

May 10, 2010

Tuesday Poem: An Alien's Notes on first seeing a prunus-plum tree, by Jane Matheson

An Alien's Notes on first seeing a prunus-plum tree

by Jane Matheson



This is a device for recycling air

...so intelligently functional in its design

yet aesthetically pleasing in its line.

These delicate rose-petalled flowers...

so soft to stroke, you can do it for hours!

It is wondrous too

that in the heat of the summer sun,

these flowers become

marble-sized ruby-red rounds

of delectable fruit-flesh.



Humans call it a prunus-plum tree

I would very much like

to take it back with me.



This ...
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Published on May 10, 2010 14:33