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A man seen in the dark,
Night after night,
Floating along the back streets for hours.
Heading nowhere in the starlight,
The police the only ones to wonder.
His waking schedule would slowly roll in and out of phase with theirs;
This bordered on strange.
J. Robert Oppenheimer
Chose this unworldly landscape for the atomic bomb project,
Spread across a desolate plateau.
But to the Young,
Men and women in college and work,
the first bombmakers were just ghosts.
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I know what you're thinking, more or less. I've been gone for two-three years and come back with poetry?
Well, yes and no.
I'm rewriting The Memoir of Tali'Zorah vas Yoko, giving more backstory on Naruto, Sasuke, and the others' rise from ninja with superpowers to being able to create sentient/sapient, near-indestructible death bots. When I post that, I'll also post a small AN on the original story so everyone knows when it is posted even if they aren't being notified of everything I do.
This poetry is apparently supposed to help with writer's block and help get the creative juices flowing, something I seem to be struggling with after such a hiatus
For those curious about this, it's blackout poetry. You take written media(in this case CHAOS: Making a New Scienceby James Gleick) and use the words there to make your own poetry... usually freeform. I underline what I'm using, my sister circles. That part doesn't matter, but you have to use the words in order, can't take part of a word(happen from happening), and can't add any more words.
Here's what part of it originally looked like. The parts I used are in bold:
The police were not the only ones to wonder. At the national laboratory, some physicists had learned that their newest colleague was experimenting with twenty-six-hour days, which meant that his waking schedule would slowly roll in and out of phase with theirs. This bordered on strange, even for the Theoretical Division
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Some of the older scientists remembered the wooden buildings rising hastily out of the rimrock in the 1940's, but to most of the Los Alamos staff, young men and women in college-style corduroys and work shirts, the first bombmakers were just ghosts.
The book I've chosen is about the history of chaos theory, but from what I've done so far (I'm on page 16, with excerpts on other pages), it seems to be a revolution between the New(90's kids and younger) and Chaos, Laws, Government, and big business.
Don't ask me why, that's just what jumps out at me. That's another part. You're supposed to skim it first, trying to find words or phrases that jump out at you, then you can either use that as a sort of minimalist style or try to weave something semi-coherent like I did
