In Homer’s Iliad, there appears the following passage. Translation by yours truly, because if you can’t use your 7 years of ancient Greek for translating things like this, what can you use it for?
… And to their lord hastened Golden servants like living maidens. In them were minds and hearts, voice and strength, And they have learned skills from the deathless gods. They hurried around and about their master. (Iliad 18.417-421)
Why am I posting about ancient Greek lady-robots made of gold? It’s a secret—for now. Feel free to let your imaginations go wild. (Lord knows I did!)
All of a sudden a shiny new idea has coalesced and is writing itself. The reins have fallen between the horses’ legs and all I can do is hang on. In lieu of blogging today, please enjoy this brilliant and mind-bendingly geeky Lego recreation of the equally mind-bending Antikythera Mechanism.
What do ancient Greek mechanical wonders and writing excitement have to do with one another? Keep an eye on this site for future developments!
A Sonnet on the Release of Doctor Bill Shakes and the Magnificent Ionic Pentatetrameter To read or not to read a steampunk book
That riffs on Shakespeare’s sonnets, plays, and poems;
To skim the text on Kindle or the Nook;
To page through meatspace ink-on-paper tomes:
No matter what the format, it is fine
To read in such an age of rich invention,
Where classic lit and modern whim combine
With hopefully not too much of pretension.
We know we are no Shakespeare, but the lack
Of Bardic skill or brains so Shakespeare-clever
Should never muzzle us or hold us back:
No small gems may result from the endeavor.
If this idea appeals to your book-taste,
The purchase link is here. — Go buy! Make haste!
We here at Olivia Waite are thrilled to reveal the cover for the upcoming Omnibus of Doctor Bill Shakes and the Magnificent Ionic Penatetrameter—it’s a steampunk Shakespeare anthology that just so happens to include a sonnet by yours truly!
Introduction by Mike Perschon The Tragic Tale of King Lear’s Wonders by Jennifer Castello
“Devouring Time, rust thou the robot’s gears” by Olivia Waite Measure For Steel-Sprung Measure by Rebecca Fraimow
“Where art thou Muse that forget’st me so long?” by Tucker Cummings The Malefaction of Tybalt’s Mechanical Armature by Tim Kane
“Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck” by J.H. Ashbee Julius C-ZR by Bret Jones
“Your expanse of metal is a waste of time” by Frances Hern Much Ado About Steam Presses: A Scandal of Minor Importance by R. J. Booth
“My brasswork’s gleam is nothing like the sun” by Alia Gee Leo’s Mechanical Queen by Claudia Alexander
“A woman’s face with artist’s sure hand painted” by J.H. Ashbee The Misfiring Love-Piston of Sir John Autumnrod by Larry Kay
“Not iron, nor the Difference Engine” by Kelly Fineman What You Fuel by Jaymee Goh
“To me, fair friend, you never can be old” by Tucker Cummings A Midsummer’s Night Steam by Scott Farrell
“Devouring Time, wear thou steam-hammer’s head” by J.H. Ashbee Richard, Dismantled by Jess Hyslop
I’m pretty excited about The Misfiring Love-Piston of Sir John Autumnrod, myself.
Welcome, O Reader, to the final entry in this spontaneous Bad Poetry Week Celebration. Spurred by Amanda Palmer‘s example at the start of the week, we’ve since gawked at horrifying lizard-themed word-butchery by Troy Lumber, a cringeworthy WWI song, and and ode by the Cheese Poet. But lest we start to feel superior, in comparison […]
For our penultimate day of Bad Poetry Week, I’d like to introduce you to the work of Canada’s James MacIntyre, also known as the Cheese Poet. This is a man who cruelly and with malice aforethought rhymed “cheese” with “squeeze” in more than one poem. So please allow me the dubious pleasure of presenting my […]
The First World War is often remembered for the amount of poetry it produced. Alan Seeger’s beautiful and chillingly accurate “I Have a Rendezvous with Death” speaks for the pro-war poets, while Wilfred Owen’s harrowing “Dulce et Decorum Est” comes down on the side of war being absurdly horrifying. And then, sitting in the middle like your […]
Bad poetry is like karaoke: best when shared. One site dedicated to doing just that is the aptly named Very Bad Poetry, where I found the gem of a poem below. Which, incidentally, definitely needs to be a song — I’m thinking a kind of folk-metal combo, with a jazz flute. Reptilicus by Troy Lumber […]
So last week was a rough one. I know we all were hoping this week would be better. But then news came that Amanda Palmer had written a poem about the captured Boston bomber — and not just any poem, but a really, truly, unbelievably terrible one. Vogon-worthy poetry. She’s now getting quite a bit […]