I was fascinated today when I saw one of the search terms that’s been leading viewers to my blog: “Dune Poetry.” Sure, I talk about Dune and about poetry, but they’re never exactly been linked subjects. So as not to disappoint, I’ve written a quick poem about Dune. It’s a metaphor for Muad’Dib, the Kwisatz Haderach.
and a dusty tongue
lapping up the maker of the universe.
blue in blue
and a blackened rung
within resisting the padishah witch and worse.
proved in sands
where the maker’s sign sung
blue in blue sight across its universe.
in his whetted bones.
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Also please note that after writing this piece I was consumed by the desire to reread Dune and, not having my copy here in Sweden, turned to Wikipedia to read about it instead. When I threw the term ‘Kwisatz Haderach’ into Google, I was stunned to see Google suggestions pop up with ‘Kwisatz Haderach Obama.’ I couldn’t help but let myself be diverted and followed the first link that popped up, which led me to a speech by comedian John Hodgman from about a year ago. While I normally try to avoid politics in all decent (and indecent) conversation and writing, I can’t help but share this. Because the man drilled the President about Dune, asking the Fremen word for the sandworms, the machine used to summon them, and the name of the hallucinogenic substance created by drowning a baby sandworm in water. The answers, of course: Shai-Hulud, thumper, and the Water of Life. Anyway, now that I’ve spoiled (what I thought was) the best part of the speech, here’s a link: John Hodgman at Radio & TV Correspondents’ Dinner.
Listening to: Disappear in a Blood-Red Sky, Lotus