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Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand

by Mark Pirie(ed.) ; Tim Jones(ed.)
Voyagers by Mark Pirie
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Prose writers have had it their own way for too long. At last, here is an anthology of poetry from New Zealand that captures the essence of science fiction: aliens, space travel, time travel, the end of the world - as well as concepts you may not previously have thought of as science fiction. Fasten your seatbelts as editors Mark Pirie and Tim Jones present some of New Zealand's best poets - past and present - shining the flashlight of science fiction on our universe, and relishing the strange images that result. Bristling with insight, sections like Back to the Future, Apocalypse Now, Altered States, ET, When Worlds Collide and The Final Frontier will have you speculating right along with the poets. Mark Pirie is a Wellington, New Zealand writer, editor, publisher and critic. From 1995-2005 he initiated, co-edited and produced the literary magazine JAAM (Just Another Art Movement). His works include 21 books of poems, a book of song lyrics, and a book of short fiction. In 1998 he edited The NeXt Wave anthology of New Zealand ‘Generation X’ writing. He currently edits the HeadworX New Poetry Series and the poetry journal broadsheet, and co-organizes the Winter Readings series of events in Wellington. Tim Jones is a poet, short story writer and novelist. His most recent books are the short story collection Transported (Vintage, 2008), which was longlisted for the 2008 Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award; the poetry collection All Blacks’ Kitchen Gardens (HeadworX, 2007); and the fantasy novel Anarya’s Secret (RedBrick, 2007).
IP (Interactive Publications); March 2009
ISBN 9781921869518
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Title: Voyagers
Author: Mark Pirie; Tim Jones
Einstein's Theory Simply Explained by David Gregory When I returned I went to see myself, still working on the motor of the thing. We had a pleasant chat, so startling. We talked of time, Einstein and you. Then I went out, denounced the project and bought the weapon. Knowing how he sleeps, I shall kill him in the night, so he will not have you again. The End of the World by Meg Campbell The shining cuckoo sings, ‘It will surely be like this. Just an ordinary day suddenly turned nasty. Grey sky and an oily sea. The sun will suddenly move in a crazy fashion. You won’t believe your eyes. But, then, free falling you’ll die without a murmur. The end of the world is brief,’ sings the bird in its whoops-a-daisy voice. It has gone. We think we hear it singing from a distant tree. Since when have birds the gift of prophecy? Metastasis by Mary Cresswell Tiny and trapped – the littlest name a bit of a buzz, a wing of flame melts amber back into waves unleashing ten thousand years: dragons and fire flies, damsels and may flies spring from resin to molten seas in their turn, no longer pinned down but going where wide fast rivers flurries, freshets, fly, leap, sing down the sides of all the world to swamps to standing water where the minutes start again.