National Poetry Month, Day 19

I never read Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, but I knew very well who The Guy was. When I discovered this poem in my twelfth grade textbook, I fell in love so hard I even wrote a poem of my own in response (I’ll post that tomorrow).

I stole that textbook.


The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

A penny for the Old Guy

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

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“Counterclockwise” Now Up at IGMS!

My alternate-reality-time-travel-romance “Counterclockwise” is now live over at Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show — just in time for Guy Fawkes Day!

I’m also honored to be in the sixth anniversary issue. Happy anniversary, IGMS!

Yes, I know it’s only an excerpt — just splurge for the subscription, folks. This is a really great magazine. I promise you, it’s worth it. And what an awesome illustration I got from the fabulous Kevin Wasden, right? What’s even more clever is how it changes throughout the story. (Which you can only see if you buy a subscription!)

I wrote my “origin” story and sent it in today — it will be posted over at SideShow Freaks in the very near future.I mean near like…before or on Guy Fawkes Day.

And because Guy Fawkes Day plays such a huge part in this story, I will be posting (password-protected for those who don’t like spoilers) a deleted scene from the original ending of the story ON GUY FAWKES DAY.

[The password: What the denizens of Nodnol in the Tertiary Universe are called.]

If you liked the movie “Somewhere in Time,” you’ll like this story. If you read it, I’d love to hear what you think! Email me: akontis at gmail dot com! xox

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