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Edited by Mark Pirie and Tim Jones

Prose writers have had it their own way for too long. At last, here is an anthology of poetry from New Zealand that captures the essence of science fiction: aliens, space travel, time travel, the end of the world - as well as concepts you may not previously have thought of as science fiction. Fasten your seatbelts as editors Mark Pirie and Tim Jones present some of New Zealand's best poets - past and present - shining the flashlight of science fiction on our universe, and relishing the strange images that result.

Bristling with insight, sections like Back to the Future, Apocalypse Now, Altered States, ET, When Worlds Collide and The Final Frontier will have you speculating right along with the poets.





Mark Pirie

Mark Pirie is a Wellington, New Zealand writer, editor, publisher and critic. From 1995-2005 he initiated, co-edited and produced the literary magazine JAAM (Just Another Art Movement).

His works include 21 books of poems, a book of song lyrics, and a book of short fiction. In 1998 he edited The NeXt Wave anthology of New Zealand ‘Generation X’ writing. He currently edits the HeadworX New Poetry Series and the poetry journal broadsheet, and co-organizes the Winter Readings series of events in Wellington.

A verse novel, Tom, will be published by Poets Group, Christchurch in 2009.

Tim Jones
Tim Jones is a poet, short story writer and novelist. His most recent books are the short story collection Transported (Vintage, 2008), which was longlisted for the 2008 Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award; the poetry collection All Blacks’ Kitchen Gardens (HeadworX, 2007); and the fantasy novel Anarya’s Secret (RedBrick, 2007).
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Who would have thought there were enough science fiction poems out there to make a New Zealand anthology?

Mark Pirie and Tim Jones did. They found 92 of them, to be exact. Our intrepid editors have not only scoured the universe to find these exotic species, gone where none have gone before, but have brought them back and arranged them into handy thematic categories for our better edification.

Under such rubrics as Back to the Future, Apocalypse Now, Altered States, ET, When Worlds Collide and The Final Frontier, the poems are set out (16 a piece) for the reader to easily sample, savour and enjoy. It belies the idea that science fiction is only a prose genre or an acquired taste.

Present are old favourites such as David Eggleton’s nuclear end of world scenario, 60 Second Warning and Louis Johnson’s Four Poems From the Strontium Age.

There are surprises. Southern man Brian Turner turns away from the mountains for a moment to stare at the stars and ask all the metaphysical and cosmological questions.

There are trips to Mars, poems about time travel, talk of reverse energy, planetary extinction, neutron stars (a chandelier in a shipwreck) and rescue missions. Captain Kirk and Doctor Spock make an appearance. Helen Rickerby’s Tabloid Headlines are very funny while Peter Bland has a wonderful fantasy piece about [being] lost in space. We also have alien visitations, plastic spangled ray guns, black holes, sex with aliens, Roswell and the ubiquitous abductions. Cryogenics, Doctor Who and the Daleks also figure. Michael Morrissey asks if Star Trek’s Andromedans go to church on Sunday.

The moods range from comic and absurd to the more serious as fantasy and reality collide in entertaining and enlightening ways. This collection will delight both devotees and first time callers. It’s life, dear reader, but never quite as you’ve known it.
– Peter Dornauf, Waikato Times

When you think about science fiction, do you think of poetry? No? Well it’s looking like time you did.

Any anthology has to try and balance the twin concerns of breadth and depth; having enough different contributors to provide interest and multiplicity, whilst maintaining the overall quality and coherence of the collection as a single entity. My initial concern about Voyagers was that there simply wouldn’t be enough good material – after all, how many New Zealand poets actually write science fiction poetry?

As it turns out, the answer to that question is: quite a lot. More than 70 poets have work in Voyagers; from major luminaries like Fleur Adcock, Alistair Te Ariki Campbell and A.R.D. Fairburn, to protostellar entities like Katherine Liddy, Seán McMahon and Meliors Simms. Most are represented by only one or two poems, the vast majority of which are typical modern NZ free verse lyrics. They range in tone and mood from wonder (as in Nic Hill’s ‘Somewhere Else’), through gleeful weirdness (Helen Rickerby’s ‘Tabloid Headlines’) and ‘Martian’ strangeness (Tracie McBride’s ‘Contact’ and Jane Matheson’s gorgeous ‘An Alien’s Notes on first seeing a prunus-plum tree’), to the bleakness that has long made dystopian fiction one of science fiction’s classic concerns (Fleur Adcock’s brilliant dystopian epic ‘Gas’ being one of the collection’s highlights).

In their introduction, editors Mark Pirie and Tim Jones offer a very useful explanation of their working definition of science fiction – a literature of change; often (but not always) set in the future; counterfactual, with deviations from our own universe based on (or extrapolated from) genuine scientific principals. So magic is out, but future (or secret) technology is in. And merely describing things of an astronomical or non-terrestrial nature is also insufficient, unless there is some definite speculative component.

A good definition, although it leads me to question some inclusions. For example, the opening poem, ‘the poetry of the future’ by Anna Rugis, doesn’t appear to have anything to do with science fiction other than using the word ‘future’ in the title, unless you argue that a change from written poetry to gestural poetry is an example of technological evolution, which seems a stretch. Jenny Argante’s ‘Space Age Lover’ equally fails to convince – it’s packed with science fiction terms (like “trans-galactic surge” and “rocket-orbit link”), but they feel like decorations added to help the poem qualify for inclusion. It feels like an exercise, rather than a poem.

That said, the anthology overwhelmingly works. No matter what your particular tastes are (‘not so keen on aliens, but I like robots’, ‘give me Space Opera every time!’ or even ‘I don’t go in for that kind of thing, it’s too weird’); whether you’re a poetry fan cautiously venturing into science fiction or a science fiction fan venturing out into poetry, Voyagers has poems you’ll love, and poems that will stretch your imagination. What more could you ask of any anthology?

– Joanna Preston, New Zealand Poetry Society

Science fiction is being talked about everywhere.

David Tennant is hanging up his sonic screwdriver in Doctor Who; Star Trek, the movie from last year, made a lot of people happy; The Day of the Triffids, the mini-series, has just finished on our TV screens. Science fiction is alive and well in our literature, too.

Aliens, space travel, time travel and the end of the world have all been brought together in a New Zealand anthology of poetry.

Editors Mark Pirie and Tim Jones have gathered more than 50 poets in Voyagers. They have created their own Big Bang theory. Strange images result.

This book is entertaining and challenging. Like the best science fiction, we find out more about ourselves than some far-fetched idea.

In John Dolan's memorable "The Siege of Dunedin":

Random horror makes Dunedin
More beautiful the black djinns of smoke
Rising from what was once Barnetts,
Hit last week, still burning. . .

Voyagers is one of those anthologies of poetry that makes you want to curl up with a toddy, more than a ray gun.

– Hamish Wyatt, Otago Daily Times


Mark Pirie's website

Tim Jones' blog

Melior Simm's video poem based on her poem from Voyagers


Einstein's Theory Simply Explained
by David Gregory

When I returned
I went to see myself,
still working on the motor of the thing.
We had a pleasant chat,
so startling.
We talked of time, Einstein and you.
Then I went out,
denounced the project
and bought the weapon.
Knowing how he sleeps,
I shall kill him in the night,
so he will not have you

The End of the World
by Meg Campbell

The shining cuckoo sings,
‘It will surely be like this.
Just an ordinary day
suddenly turned nasty.
Grey sky and an oily sea.
The sun will suddenly move
in a crazy fashion.
     You won’t
believe your eyes. But, then,
free falling you’ll die
without a murmur.
      The end
of the world is brief,’
the bird in its whoops-a-daisy
voice. It has gone.
We think we hear it singing
from a distant tree.
      Since when
have birds the gift of prophecy?

by Mary Cresswell

Tiny and trapped – the littlest name
a bit of a buzz, a wing of flame

melts amber back into waves
unleashing ten thousand years:

dragons and fire flies, damsels and may
flies spring from resin to molten seas

in their turn, no longer pinned down
but going where wide fast rivers

flurries, freshets, fly, leap, sing
down the sides of all the world

to swamps to standing water
where the minutes start again.

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