"She is the walking dead. No matter who / she was before, you must burn her with flame"
February 19, 2011 5:02 PM Subscribe
Roz Kaveney's Zombie Sonnets. livejournal They start at Feb 3rd.
Yay!
Also: Australian online poetry journal Cordite recently devoted an issue to zombie-themed poetry.
posted by hot soup girl at 5:25 PM on February 19, 2011
Also: Australian online poetry journal Cordite recently devoted an issue to zombie-themed poetry.
posted by hot soup girl at 5:25 PM on February 19, 2011
Roz is one of the most charming and unique people it's ever been my pleasure to meet.
posted by unSane at 6:03 PM on February 19, 2011
posted by unSane at 6:03 PM on February 19, 2011
A quick search turns up plenty of hits for "zombie poetry", but my favorite has to be the zombie magnet poetry kit. Great for survivors on the go, and you can even use them to beautify your shotgun.
posted by willhopkins at 6:44 PM on February 19, 2011
posted by willhopkins at 6:44 PM on February 19, 2011
Shall I compare thee to a rotting corpse?
Thou art more hungry and more relentless:
I hear feet creaking 'long the floorboard warps.
That smell! Oh, how I wish that you were scentless!
Thy ranks are rank, thy zombie tasks are thankless
To search for brains not thy own to eat.
Who dares to punish you? Thy buns are spankless
As thee in petty pace pursues raw meat.
Now that the Sheol's depths below hath o'erflown
That tis thy cue to traipse this lowly sphere.
At first I thought my fear was o'erblown -
Yet what be this bite upon my shoulder here?
It starts to fester, soon I'll join you, I'm
About to do the zombie shuffle double time.
posted by dances_with_sneetches at 7:05 PM on February 19, 2011 [1 favorite]
Thou art more hungry and more relentless:
I hear feet creaking 'long the floorboard warps.
That smell! Oh, how I wish that you were scentless!
Thy ranks are rank, thy zombie tasks are thankless
To search for brains not thy own to eat.
Who dares to punish you? Thy buns are spankless
As thee in petty pace pursues raw meat.
Now that the Sheol's depths below hath o'erflown
That tis thy cue to traipse this lowly sphere.
At first I thought my fear was o'erblown -
Yet what be this bite upon my shoulder here?
It starts to fester, soon I'll join you, I'm
About to do the zombie shuffle double time.
posted by dances_with_sneetches at 7:05 PM on February 19, 2011 [1 favorite]
So sorry I messed up my thous and thys.
I wrote this sonnet quickly on the fly.
posted by dances_with_sneetches at 7:30 PM on February 19, 2011
I wrote this sonnet quickly on the fly.
posted by dances_with_sneetches at 7:30 PM on February 19, 2011
Glamourous Rags - Roz Kaveney's Website
Which is four years out of date and doesn't include any of her recent work such as Superheroes! or her forthcoming books on Nip/Tuck and fantasy film. Why do writers let this happen?
posted by ninebelow at 12:35 AM on February 20, 2011
Which is four years out of date and doesn't include any of her recent work such as Superheroes! or her forthcoming books on Nip/Tuck and fantasy film. Why do writers let this happen?
posted by ninebelow at 12:35 AM on February 20, 2011
Which is four years out of date and doesn't include any of her recent work such as Superheroes! or her forthcoming books on Nip/Tuck and fantasy film. Why do writers let this happen?
I'm sorry. It's my site, and it's my fault.
I haven't been able to spend the time updating it. But I'll talk to Roz and see what I can do.
Meanwhile, Roz is ridiculously awesome, and has the best stories.
posted by Katemonkey at 2:32 AM on February 20, 2011
I'm sorry. It's my site, and it's my fault.
I haven't been able to spend the time updating it. But I'll talk to Roz and see what I can do.
Meanwhile, Roz is ridiculously awesome, and has the best stories.
posted by Katemonkey at 2:32 AM on February 20, 2011
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