Showing posts with label fritz leiber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fritz leiber. Show all posts
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Poetry Planet
The new Poetry Planet (Diane Severson Mori) is audio poems about animals & other creatures. It includes a poem by me, about my late cat Orpheus, with homage to Fritz Leiber & HPL.
Here is StarShip Sofa (Poetry Planet is near the end)
http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2016/02/17/starshipsofa-no-423-kary-english/
and here is a link to info. about the poets and the poems.
http://divadianes.blogspot.de/2016/02/poetry-planet-no-16-animals-creatures.html
Here is StarShip Sofa (Poetry Planet is near the end)
http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2016/02/17/starshipsofa-no-423-kary-english/
and here is a link to info. about the poets and the poems.
http://divadianes.blogspot.de/2016/02/poetry-planet-no-16-animals-creatures.html
Monday, May 7, 2012
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
He was a good cat
Orpheus in Ulthar, in Nehwon
Some say
cats rule in Ulthar,
that their strong-paw tactics keep the streets
clear of zoogs & other riff raff.
Maybe so, and perhaps, with sinuous leaps
they can clear the gulfs
between universe bubbles
in vengeful hordes.
But I can't see it.
My cat doesn't come
when I call, and no special whistle
is going to change his mind.
No purr pressure would make him
join any Ultharian gang;
he is a solitary fellow,
if always ready for a scratch.
I do wonder, though,
where he goes for a day or more
Now and then.
I swear he never leaves the house.
But those curious bones
he was playing with
after a long absence, they
fit together for me only one way.
When I remember
I'll show them to my anatomist friend.
I'm sure he won't end up joining
two pelvises, one set of shoulder blades, six limbs,
and an impossible number of vertebrae
to a single oddly holey skull.
The end
Some say
cats rule in Ulthar,
that their strong-paw tactics keep the streets
clear of zoogs & other riff raff.
Maybe so, and perhaps, with sinuous leaps
they can clear the gulfs
between universe bubbles
in vengeful hordes.
But I can't see it.
My cat doesn't come
when I call, and no special whistle
is going to change his mind.
No purr pressure would make him
join any Ultharian gang;
he is a solitary fellow,
if always ready for a scratch.
I do wonder, though,
where he goes for a day or more
Now and then.
I swear he never leaves the house.
But those curious bones
he was playing with
after a long absence, they
fit together for me only one way.
When I remember
I'll show them to my anatomist friend.
I'm sure he won't end up joining
two pelvises, one set of shoulder blades, six limbs,
and an impossible number of vertebrae
to a single oddly holey skull.
The end
Monday, November 14, 2011
111411
About 1/2 way thru Leiber's Swords in the Mist, in my aperiodic rereading of the greatest S&S series of all time.
an unrelated omep
candles
wait with socks
we know she needs socks
an unrelated omep
candles
wait with socks
we know she needs socks
Saturday, January 16, 2010
thanks 4 th wrdz, Muse
Watch out, they spit
The aliens did look a bit
like waterfowl
mauger the tentacles
and of course
good thing they
were pacifists
considering what Leroy
and his partner Billy Bob
did to the Envoy.
Good, though.
The aliens did look a bit
like waterfowl
mauger the tentacles
and of course
good thing they
were pacifists
considering what Leroy
and his partner Billy Bob
did to the Envoy.
Good, though.
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