Science Fiction Poem by Daniel Brick
Science Fiction
for Sonya and Robert
Duck! The two of you! Do it
in tandem. Flying cars swooping
overhead graze pedestrians
all the time now. They are driven
by driven government agents.
The same ones responsible for
detentions and identity checks.
Duck, I tell you, or you may be
one head shorter in stature.
And the noise in the city - some
claim they have to shout all day
to block the noise to hear thoughts.
Others have stopped thinking. I met
a poet the other day at a coffee bar,
he said the words are disappearing
because our heads don't have the room
to house them. I told him -
'You have to save the words for the rest
of us, ' and he just laughed until
he started coughing. I left quickly
before he started crying. People
of all kinds do that. But a doctor
told me people's tear ducts atrophy.
and all they can do is sob. That is
not me. I live for the future, I have
hopes lodged deep inside me and they
are seeds, each of which contains
one promise. I once had a list
with all my hopes and promises
written on it. But agents doing
a routine security sweep took it.
They threatened me with a Brain
Sweep, but nothing came of it.
That's the way things are now:
Nothing comes forth from things
or speech. It's as if everything
is frozen and every person is
paralyzed. But don't repeat that,
it might get mixed up with rumors
of a Revolution, and I could lose
my head, or my mind, depending on
my punishment. I hardly have anymore
the energy to be cautious. In a city
in which people in churches curse
God, and people in libraries tear
pages one by one from books, and
people spice their food with curry
to disguise the spoilage, and people -
Look, at the edge of the neighborhood,
the ground is curling and dust is swirling.
A wind is blowing across my face. Soon
the dust storm will take over our lives.
So that was fun in a creative and disastrous sort of way. Again, on this one, I could break down line by line and talk about how this relates to present day and how our actions are slowly leading us down this science fiction path, but I really enjoyed the pure creativity and energy of this piece. Wonderful Daniel! :)
PURE CREATIVITY AND ENERGY OF THIS PIECE that's it exactly. It's inspired by BLADE RUNNER 2049, a dark and unrelenting film, but I don't want to convey the film's aura. Rather the sense of liberation that comes with a visionary experience.
Great! It's my favorite vision! I don't now why. All is smooth: meeting and Especially when you get mixed up with revolution, lose your mind, and streets, and dust, swirls of dust. Great!
Liza, I'm glad you like it. It was inspired by seeing a new Science Film film yesterday, namely, BLADE RUNNER 2049. It's a brilliant sequel to the original BLADE RUNNER from 1983. Harrison Ford starred in the first film, he has a big role in this one. He's 73!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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hmmm... how much is science fiction? how much our reality? you report disturbing things in this poem, daniel, things i connect to today's world. e.g., where is the truth among the swirling dust of facts and stats and fake news, etc., and why can't so many discern it? i read this this morning in the letter of james chapter 2 which reminds me we and circumstances have not changed much: Isn't it clear that God operates quite differently? He chose the world's down-and-out as the kingdom's first citizens... Isn't it the high and mighty who exploit you, who use the courts to rob you blind? i make a point of not being devoted to the news, not dwelling on the negative. the challenge for me is trusting that God knows, and God sees, and that in the end all will be well as was communicated to julian of norwich. seeds. i read a book with the title, the triumph of seeds. i expect you know that some seeds can last indefinitely or almost so, waiting for the right conditions. and i love how the kjv says of abraham, he hoped against hope. and i'm thinking, who can reach inside and take this from us? it's bound up with our invisible spirits. can't be seen. can't be grasped. but it's realer than real. for hope (one of the basic food groups) , glen