Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Tuesday Poem Excuses and distracting pirates.



Bartholomew Roberts second flag CC BY-SA 3.0
 This week was one of those weeks where Tuesday creeps up unawares, and while looking for poetry, found myself distracted.

By pirates.

They breached the - I am looking for a poem - defences - by tantalising me with swashbackling poems of antiheroes  that remained forever out of reach. Yes, there are a few cute kiddy poems, but I was in the mood for an epic.

I know they're out there, but google keeps on washing me up on lonely shores. Sometimes if you want something, you just have to write it yourself, I guess. So maybe next week. That'll certainly keep me busy.

Have a great week everybody and I hope you enjoy the poems on the Tuesday Hub,

A.J. Ponder
P.S. ...some distracting piratical info...

Apparently the Dread Pirate Roberts is real. Born John Roberts, it is thought he changed his name to
Bartholomew, after Bartholomew Sharp of, The Dangerous Voyage And Bold Assaults of Captain Bartholomew Sharp and Others,by Basil Ringrose London, 1684.

So (third mate) Bartholomew Roberts, his ship captured by pirates in 1719, took to a life of piracy.   "Since I hath dipp’d my Hands in muddy Water, and must be a Pyrate, it is better being a Commander that a common Man."

Of course he died. He was a pirate, but his name lived on. (Kind of, he is often known as Barti Ddu, or Black Bart, which he was never called during his lifetime)

He is also credited with - "..... a merry life, and a short one."
Which it was by modern standards.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Frozen

There were Turkish Delights,
I remember that much 
smothered in icing

Once tasted
Almost all else is forgot

There was Hide and Seek
I remember counting
doling out time in delicious seconds

Each heart beat a sliver of
icy anticipation

and lakes to skate across
I remember flying,
and falling

the icy shell easily pierced
unlike a heart frozen through
and through

Tears that never fell
Rim glassy eyes

Do you remember?
I think there was a time
called Green.
And everything was Spring

A.J. Ponder

Hey people, only a little late, and I dare say might come back with a couple of tweeks in a week or so. But here it is - my little Frozen poem, borrowing a little nostalgia from a few places, but mostly Hans Christian Andersen's Snow Queen and C.S. Lewis' White Witch of Narnia.


Hope you all have a great week and enjoy the Tuesday Poem Hub
The poem I enjoyed most this week was Touch, by Michelle Elvy, up here on Helen McKinlay's blog (another of my favourite poets - it's too hard to pick just one)

cheers,
A.J.

P.S This poem got the seal of approval from a huge Elsa / Frozen fan - even though it mostly references earlier versions of the fairytale - so I'm very happy :)







Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Tuesday Poem: One more thing - or- Once More Unto the Breach, William Shakespeare

Nothing is ever, ever, ever, done. There is always one more thing.
And to that end 



William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
(Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1) 

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, 
Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your mothers: now attest,
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture: let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,
Cry ‘God for Harry! England! and Saint George!'


Ok, I chose this "poem" this week because it seems to always be one more thing taking up my attention, and then I can get on with my real job of writing. Even though I know that sort of approach never works. Writing first I say. Writing first. Everything else second. (Except family in dire need. But that goes without saying).


Time to write some books. That's what brings the lustre to my eyes. Seriously, I'm finally starting to appreciate Shakespeare...as being hilarious.  So now the game's afoot..


Why not kick back and find some inspiration or simply enjoy the poems on the Tuesday Hub?

A.J. Ponder (link to my goodreads page)


Sunday, June 8, 2014

Officially, officially, Lost in the Museum is Launched and Online


Lillian Hetet signing Lost in the Museum

I'm excited to say Lost In The Museum is now officially, officially launched. There's even a picture from our amazingly successful launch at the New Zealand Science Fiction Convention (even though Dave Freer isn't a contributor, it's the only picture I have of Lyn McConchie, & besides, Dave Freer was amazing, he's said he may contribute to another anthology, so looking forward to that!)

Phoenix Writers
Phoenix Authors and artist Geoff Popham

So I'm kinda sad because it's the end of an era, but mostly excited, because so many new projects are now on the horizon. Looking forward to the excitement of creating more worlds, Lilly Lionheart, another Wizard's Guide, Twisty Christmas Tales and more... :)


Eileen Mueller, A.J. Ponder, Dave Freer, Lyn McConchie at the National
Lost in the Museum is available on Amazon and all good NZ bookshops including Children's Bookshop Miramar.
Retrospace in Auckland and should soon be available from Unity Books as well. The ISBN is 978-0-473-28320-9.

Check out the review by Lee Murray up on Beattie's Book Blog



Phoenix Authors from left to right are Vic Scott, A.J. Ponder (Sir Julius Vogel Best Short Story), Lillian Hetet, Lorraine Williams (who has published more short stories than I've had hot dinners, and has definitely won awards but is too shy to say so), John Homes, Jenny Hammond, Rob Campbell, Eileen Mueller, and artist Geoff Popham.Missing authors are Tim Jones (NZSA Janet Frame Memorial Award for Literature in 2010), Phillip Mann (Nominated for the Arthur C. Clark Award 2014) Glynne McLean (second prize in the 2013 Ashton Wylie Awards & Sir Julius Vogel Best New Talent), Jean Stevens, Tracie McBride
(Sir Julius Vogel Best New Talent) & Lyn McConchie with awards too numerous to count including multiple Sir Julius Vogel Awards and the Australian SF Foundation’s award for Best Short Fiction


Geoff Popham Lost in the Museum
Geoff Popham artist

Lost in the Museum
Eileen Mueller
Vic Scott



Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Falling

It's the first stumble
the gasped
breath

that's the worst

It's the rushing
falling, spinning
world

that's the worst

it's the impact
burning skin
bones-

snapping...

knowing the worst
is yet to come.


Alright couldn't let another week go without a poem. Sorry, it's another cheery one, desperately want to go back to fairy tales, butapart from my gorgeous daughter in her "Frozen" glory... Still maybe that will be a good theme to try and explore next week.

Have a fantastic one
and why not check out the Tuesday Poem Hub?
cheers,
A.J.