Showing posts with label My Fictionpress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Fictionpress. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2015

Poem: From Where All Gods Spring

It's time once again for another poem.  This one is called From Where All Gods Spring.  The rhyming scheme was inspired by a combination of Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales and the works of William Blake.  Perhaps a little ironic for a poem with atheistic themes, but I like their works so it rubbed off on me.  This poem was also featured as part of Pandora, the artistic magazine of Centenary College of Louisiana.  There really isn't too much more to say, besides that the poem is my musings on the origins of religion, gods and humanity's relationship with them in its quest for knowledge.  I'll let the poem speak for itself.  And without further ado, the poem:


In those days so long ago
Before the winds of Zephyrus did blow
Before Helios' rays did shine
Before mortal tongues tasted of Dionysian wine
The was in Africa a hairless ape that had learned to stand
This hairless ape was known as Man
Man found his world to be quite odd
So to explain it man turned to gods
Gods of the earth and gods of sea
And gods of just about everything there could be
But as Man moved out of Africa
To spread to all corners of the Earth to multiply
Man began to ask himself why
In Egypt and Greece man turned to the sky
And then did answers multiply
But as Man embarked on this knowledge quest
He began to discard his gods
"It's only for the best"
"But wait," said man
"Just maybe perhaps"
"We'll fill what we don't know with gods of gaps"
Time moved on and knowledge collected
And yet somehow the gods were protected
From criticisms small and great
For it was said those who doubted made the gods irate
Though many cast doubt the gods seemed here to stay
For on Man's heart they still held sway
Yet many were lost along the way
Victims to rationality on might say
But even to this jolly day
Though it may still seem odd
The world is still filled with many gods
Gods of love and gods of strife
Gods who promise eternal life
Yet as we keep all these gods in good jest
We must recall
That all gods' origins are from the beating heart within man's chest

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Poem: The Friendliest Folks Live Underground

I think it's about time for another poem.  This poem is called The Friendliest Folks Live Underground, and it was inspired by something that occurred on my high school senior trip.  The trip was a week long journey to Venice, Paris and London.  I'd previously taken a two week trip to Italy the summer before my junior year that stopped in Venice, Florence, Orvieto, Sorrento, Pompeii, Capri, Rome and the Vatican.  So this was my second trip to Europe, and were all hectically hustling and bustling through the London Underground.

The teachers were being a bit much so I decided to have a little fun.  I purposefully waited slightly too long, and let people push me aside.  This resulted in me not getting on the train in time.  The look on the teachers' faces was absolutely priceless.  I had a pretty good idea of how to get to the stop, but I was a little nervous.  Fortunately, a nice old lady asked me if I was okay, and I told her my plan and she offered a bit of advice.  I got on the next train, ask some of my fellow passengers when I wasn't quite sure of my plan (and they were more than happy to help), and pulled into my destination much to everyone's relief.

After that the teachers made a point of making sure I got on all of the trains on time.  However, I did get a bit more fun exploring the British Museum on my own.  Only had two hours, and did take time to help my fellow travelers find exhibits, but I made sure to get in plenty of major exhibits.  Plus I took the long way out to see more stuff, and I bought the guide book.  As for the poem, the rhyme scheme was inspired by Alexander Pope's Essay on Man, and the line about Camden Town reflects my own feelings of unease from when I payed it a visit as part of the tour.      

Anyway, enough about my travels, let's get on with the poem:


Hush Now
Don't make a fret or sound
For the friendlies folks live underground
You missed your train
You feel the strain
But kind old ladies help ease the pain
They say under London it's a labyrinth
Like the one in Minos' home
Where the minotaurs roam
And while in Camden Town
There you'll find shady folks
But underground everyone's best of blokes
So when you pull into your destination
Everyone's waiting for you with a great big smile
And all the while you realize that you have found
The friendliest folks live underground



Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poem: The Love Song of N.C. Griffalco

Time for another poem, The Love Song of N.C. Griffalco.  This was a poem I wrote when I was feeling particularly sad that I hadn't gotten up the courage to talk to a girl I liked in high school, but I got over that, and I'm all better now.  This was a few years ago in any event.  N.C. Griffalco is a reference to Nicholas Caraway Griffalco, a character from series of books I never published, and that we will discuss in a future blog post.

As you might guess from the title, this was inspired by TS Eliot's "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" and the style and themes reflect that.  Prufrock has always been one of my favorite poems.  As usual, this and all of my poems can be found on my Fictionpress account.  

And now, the poem:  



I remember when first we met
You were so bright and shimmering
I knew not what to do
As days turned to weeks and months to years
Over high Aeolian Mount you made my sprit soar
When my world was dark you were a shimmering light
Dante had Beatrice
Shakespeare had his shadowed lady
And in you I found my muse
In you my art found reason
In you my art had meaning
In you I had inspiration
Alas, your heart belongs to another
But I don't blame you my dear
Why wouldn't you pick him?
So much more dashing than I
So much more savvy of human culture than I
So much that I am not
So here I stand
Cured to love but never be love
To walk the earth as a mortal immortal
Often lie awake at night nigh and cry
In my sorrow I weep "Oh what could have been had I only been stronger!"
How many more shall I love only to have my heart shattered?
For so long my life was like a dream
But dreams don't last forever
Eventually we all must wake up

Nile High

So now we get to the prose I made for Fictionpress, but I should probably do some explaining first.  Fictionpress is the original fiction version of FanFiction.  You can write what you want in a wide variety of genres as long as what you write is original and only owned by you.  Not the most exciting of descriptions, but there you have it.

So, my main prose work on Fictionpress is called Nile High.  Imagine if various gods from across mythologies were teenagers attending the same boarding school.  That's the basic premise of Nile High.  Told from the points of view of the Egyptian god Thoth and the Greek goddess Athena.  It started off fairly episodically as a wacky romantic comedy, but there was always something of an overarching plot simmering in the background.  Admittedly, I was kind of making it up as I went along, and eventually things did get more cohesive, as well as a little bit Darker and Edgier.  By the later chapters it had turned into an epic battle for the future of the world.  Of course, I do love happy endings, and so naturally everything works out for the best in the end.  

The world it took place in was an intentionally anachronistic setting that ran on essentially Bronze Age Flintstones technology.  Basically, the gods and goddesses could encounter pre-modern civilization I wanted while still having modern tech like TVs and cellphones.  Essentially, I had a sort of anything  goes mentality with the series.  There were also little touches to reminded the audience that the main characters are deities, like how they say "Oh My Me!" instead of "Oh My God"  

Speaking of anything going, one of my favorite parts of the series was the way that I got to write about multiple pantheons of gods and goddesses coexisting and interacting.  It was equally fun working out what everyone's personalities would be.  I also indulged in a bit of satire by portraying the various heroes as Hollywood (or Helenawood, as the case maybe) stars that long to go to school like everyone else.  As the the teachers of the academy, I recruited the finest figures form Arthurian Legend, the 1001 Arabian Nights and various other sources that I could find.  Presiding over it all is none other than the good wizard Merlin.  

Admittedly, the Greek and Egyptian pantheons got the most attention, but that was kind of to be expected give that the story is told by an Egyptian god and a Greek goddess.  Still, I like to think I did a fairly good job representing the other pantheon.  There's hardly any myth or legend I consider too obscure for my purposes, so if you aren't careful you just might learn something new.   

You can tell I was a younger writer when I wrote Nile High, but that is to be expected.  Since I made it up as I went along there's things I'd probably change now that I have clearer image of the plot and characters development, but overall I'm still very happy with how it turned out, and I often find myself rereading it from time to time.  

It was a labor of love, there were a lot of grammar and spelling errors (I was busy and had a lot on my plate at the time), but it was worth it in the end.  I had ideas for similar "unusual boarding school" series involving everything from aliens, to superheroes to a squeal to Nile High.  However, Nile High ultimately turned out to be a tough act to follow, and those ideas never got very far.  

Fear not, for there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Nile High was just such a great idea and just had so much potential that I couldn't just abandon it.  I'm going to revive the concept as a series of short stories, and perhaps one day a novel or two.  I'm going to be tinkering around with things and there will be some differences to makes things more cohesive.  However, I hope to preserve the spirit of the original Nile High.  

So, a few thoughts I had on the alterations I'm going to make for the new Nile High stories.  I might have the Egyptians be students for as long as everyone else rather than recent transfers.  The Roman Pantheon will exist as well, but I'll possibly have them and a few other pantheons at a different school.  I had sort of set up Triton to be Athena's rival, but it never really went anywhere; in the new stories I'll have Kymopoleia, goddess of violent sea storms, to fill that role.  

I'll probably have the heroes and monsters at schools for their own.  Thor will be a bit more articulate and won't refer to himself in the third person.  However, he'll still lovable and book dumb, and he'll be co-best friends with Anubis.  Similarly, Nike will be there from the beginning, and that means Persephone might end up with a more reduced role.  I'm also considering incorporating the Lovecraft Mythos at some point.  

Since the only real limits are my imagination, there's room for all kinds of stories.  I've already got plans for a story set in Tartessos that'll be a send up to Spaghetti Westerns, and I've even got plans to send the gods and goddesses into space.  I might even do a Victorian Steampunk alternate universe story at some point.  Whatever I decide on, I know it'll be a lot of fun, and I know you'll love it.  

I also figured I could included stories set from the points of view of characters other than Thoth and Athena.  Hey, there's a lot of gods and goddesses out there and a lot of potential stories to be had.  Naturally, it wouldn't be one of stories if there weren't satire and pop culture references, and that means even more plot opportunities.  Only thing I'm seriously left to figure is who'd be the best magazine to sell the stories to once they're written, and which podcast would do them the most  justice.  

It's the pride and joy of my Fictionpress account, then again it's the only thing I wrote on Fictionpress besides my poems, but it's still great.  Go ahead and check it out, and I'll keep you guys posted on any developments with the new Nile High stories.  





Friday, March 6, 2015

Poem: We Live on Rapanui

With this post I though I'd begin introducing some of the poems I've written and provide a bit of commentary on them.  This first poem, We Live on Rapanui, was something I wrote on a whim, but it reads one of my favorite poems.  The title and general rhythm scheme were inspired by the poem "We Wear the Mask" by Paul Laurence Dunbar.  The writers of the Harlem Renaissance have always been among my favorites, and it's only natural that they would influence me.

The subject matter is a reference to the island of Rapanui, better known as Easter Island.  Once home to a thriving culture that had to abandon the island after they overtaxed its resources.  You'll probably spot a reference to Stephen King's Under the Dome.  In both cases, they serve as a microcosm for the world as a whole.  Figured I'd give my readers mental food to chew on.

That should be enough background for the time, and I'd like to point out you can see this and all of my poems on my Fictionpress account.  This poem also appear in the news paper of Centenary College of Louisiana.  And now, the poem:


We live on Rapanui
We dwell under the dome
We cut the trees for timber
And timber for our homes
The sea gives fish
The trees bear fruit
We light the oil
We hack the soot
In past there were few
In present are many
Where now is little
Long ago was plenty
What did we think
That faithful day
The forest gone
One tree remained
We lived on Rapanui
We dwelled under the dome
We cut the trees for timber
Now no one dwells within the homes