I am now a published poet! Here’s how it happened:
Many moons ago, my good friend John Scalzi announced that he was guest-editing an issue of Subterranean Magazine. His theme? Big Old Honkin’ Science Fiction ClichÃ©s!
Or as John explains:
Rocketships and orinthopters, Little Green Men and Amazon Women on the Moon, master computers flummoxed by simple logic, worlds where everyone wears the same silver tunics, everyone eating meals made from pills, people named “Ted-35” and “Jill QR7.” Yes. As writers we’re trained to run from them, because they’ve been done to death . . .
And yet John wanted a whole magazine full of stories based on sf clichÃ©s! But why?
You know how people get when they’re told they can’t touch something. It makes them want to get their grimy little paws all over that thing.
Hmm. It’s an interesting challenge: Can you take an old idea and make something new and fresh out of it?
Of course, done-to-deathness is a subject close to my heart. After all, I’ve written a vampire novel, a trilogy about a world where everyone looks the same, and another where time freezes. These are all sf/fantasy clichÃ©s, but I’ve enjoyed trying to breathe new life into them.
So I decided to submit a few science fictional haiku. But why poetry? And why haiku? Well, because:
(a) I’m chronically overworked, and haiku are short, and . . .
(b) “haiku” and “clichÃ©” are both foreign words. Or something.
In any case, the issue is out now, and as you can see it is beautiful.
So in honor of this issue, all comments on this post MUST BE IN HAIKU. (That’s 5 syllables, 7 syllables, then 5 again.)
That is all.