Hi folks, I'm Saqer. I'm an academic, finishing up grad school. I spend a lot of time translating short science fiction into Arabic, but haven't published any yet because reasons. Maybe that will change over the next year.
I also spend a lot of time listening to audiobooks of scifi novels, and the usual scifi podcasts. I spend a lot of time also wondering about backstories of minor characters and societal myths and languages in scifi.
Yoon Ha Lee "When Soft The Water Fell" http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/when-soft-the-water-fell/
David Clink "Back Story" http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/back-story/
September 21st has come to be a rough day, and so I'm seeking a vengeful #poetry reading: Stuti Telidevara's "a weather witch's vengeance"
I am really appreciating this #poem for the anger it holds. I too would bring down the sun upon us.
Two-thirds-th of the Month, I'm reading Karen A. Romanko's #poem "They Threw Their Daughters into the Sea"
The poem sounds dark, but the sea as "childless" makes it quite interesting.
here's something really fucking cool about online communities:
I put (any pronouns) in my Discord display name after seeing someone with (she/her) in there
a week later at least 4 other people had added their pronouns to their display name
a lot of the time if someone isn't doing something, it's because they didn't know they can
It's Day 262 of the Year 2020, and I'm reading a future #poem "An Observation, Circa 10,000 A.D" by Alan Meyrowitz.
The poem has a very truthy gem:
"Yet love and matters of the heart
still find no place in cold design"
9/17, and I'm reading Ken Poyner's #poem "First Contact"
I tend to anticipate the weirdness of first contact linguistically, but this captures the dumbassery of the diplomat types.
September 16, I'm reading Jenny Blackford's #poem listing "Eleven Exhibits in a Better Natural History Museum, London"
Gotta say I'd want to see the dragon exhibit.
My 15 of September reading is Qurat Dar's "Soothsayer Blues"
These two lines will ring true one day:
"you can’t build an ark when you’ve
already cut all the trees down"
Second Week of September, and I'm reading this take on Borneo folklore by villbeejay "The Weary Old Tree"
I gotta say, I really felt the line where the Belian say "finally some peace and quiet!"
September 13, a Sunday and Not a Friday, I'm reading this beautiful #poem by Oke Mbachu "Sleeping with one sky open"
I think of all the different skies I could have, it would be the earth's sky too that I would prefer. But with a lot less light pollution.
The 12th of the Ninth of the Twenty-twentieth and I'm reading "The Witch Boy", a #poem by Marcie Lynne Tentchoff
And of course, I'm wishing I had that 300 carefree years.
11 of September, a Friday, and I'm here reading Andrea Tang's #poem "A Starship Shot Down Like the Sun"
It got me thinking of "immortal fears". Sometimes we try to manage our fears and sometimes we just need to shoot them down.
T.J. Barnum's "Junk Yard Morgue" has a character that, while not burnt out, sure seems like it. Hanging out after dark alongside the lifeless (burnt-out) things in a junk yard.
Translator (he/they) of short scifi fiction and poetry (mostly into Arabic) and academic.
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