At Wiscon I had Indian food with great people. Because of this I was challenged in a way I have never been challenged before. I don’t know how many times I tried to write a poem about The Tick that night. I know I mumbled spoon, city, thick layery chocolate cake of justice. Trying to write like the Tick is a kind of poetry and I wanted to do more than mimic the poetry of one of the best surreal poets in superheroism (is surreal the correct word? he certainly has dream-like qualities. An absurd poet of some sort).
After twitching my fingers like antennae for a saag paneer unit of time, I responded to the Ticks verbal poetry by switching into another mode and created visual poetry. I hope someone tries to do an audio version! You can read my poem, among many other fine poets who use actual words over at Smashwords for free! I am particularly fond of Mary Robinette Kowal’s elegant ode to Robin’s legs.
Flying Higher: An Anthology of Superhero Poetry, edited by Michael Damien Thomas and Shira Lipkin.
And in real world physics my Things over on Things Without Arms and Without Legs have been exploring some of the mind bending awesomeness of this universe of ours. Today is my first (but not last) comic about anti-matter!