PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You will find it catalogued in the archive
of ancient, interstellar documents.
These are reproductions only---
pilfered from libraries; or transcripts of
transmitted recordings (those that have survived
random vagaries of obliteration).
Most of it consists of prose, and bad prose
more often than not;  very little verse.
The style seems to follow a curve of
oscillations---between broad galactic
adventure or conflict, or solipsistic
introspection.  My personal favorite
is a set of random tales written by
some random person who signed them---
after his recitation of them (on
the band they called 27Mhz
in their system of measure)---"PoodleHead";
tales written for an adulterous lover,
composed on the nights of absence, cuckholding.
(He had considered, at first, "Francois,"
and then "Shelley Sand"---I am researching these---
the first inspired by the cuckholding lover).
PoodleHead's entire collection takes up
only a sliver of the database,
and yet it is my favorite of them all.
(But I digress, consumed by this interest.)
The visions in all of these tales and the
far fewer poems are both wildly and subtly
individuated---such that an
integral perspective could not be achieved.
Some of their engineers and physicists
claimed to have been inspired by "science fiction,";
yet they achieved their accomplishments
(dubious, but thought, by them, as well
intended, as we shall learn in the next course)
only when they abandoned puerile reading.
For those of you who wish to have a sight,
their star can be located easily
by our pre-programmed deep space telescopes:
glowing crimson, having reached the end
of the Main Sequence, its massive expansion
would have engulfed their planet had they not
destroyed it with a bomb sheathed in cobalt
(millions of orbits prior, when their sun
was yellow, and sustaining, in their sky).
Now please turn to the next chapter.  This is
your homework:  it must be read thoroughly,
for class discussion when we meet again.