Poet's Corner: 32 Failed Horror Movies for Poets by Hailey Leithauser

I am still going through a list of list poems. I picked out a couple but they are sad and depressing poems, which is fine, but I felt like posting this one on its own. I confess I don't recognize about 75% of the poems which are referenced here, but a couple of them will make nice titles and/or prompts for Spook Me or Halloween stories.

My favorites are "Silence of the Lamb, Who Made Thee?" and "Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Birds" and "Die, Die, My Darling Buds of May."

32 Failed Horror Movies for Poets by Hailey Leithauser

1. Love Calls Us to the Thing from Another World
2. Dearest Creature of the Black Lagoon
3. The Invasion of the John Brown’s Body-Snatchers
4. The Blair Witch of Coos
5. What Do Swamp Women Want
6. The Filling Infestation
7. Die, Die My Darling Buds of May
8. The Truth the Undead Know
9. No Man is an Island of Doctor Moreau
10. The Attack of the 50-Foot Woman Lovely in Her Bones
11. For the Union Dawn of the Dead
12. Rosemary’s Baby Song of the Four Winds
13. In Reference to Her Children of the Corn
14. Thirteen Ways of Looking at The Birds
15. It Sleeps with Boa
16. Jenny Kissed Me Deadly
17. She-Wolf of London Thoroughfare 2 A.M.
18. Elegy for John Whiteside’s Daughter of Dracula
19. The Bean Brain-Eaters
20. The House on Haunted Fern Hill
21. The Fairie Queene of Outer Space
22. The Return of the Rape Joker
23. Silence of the Lamb, Who Made Thee?
24. The Farmer’s Bride of the Atom
25. The Lovely Bones Collector
26. The Phantom Horsewoman of the Opera
27. It Came from Beneath the Sea Rose
28. The Night of the Demon is Darkening Around Me
29. What Are Years of the Comet?
30. The Crawling Hands of Time
31. Coy Mistress of the World
32. The Mummy Will Fuck You Up

Poet's Corner: String Theory by Sonya Huber and Nothing Wants to Suffer by Danusha Laméris

Warning: these are sad poems, the first one is personal, confessional sad and the second one is 'people are shitty and ruining the plant' sad. I hesitated to post them because I want this space to be positive and uplifting as a rule, but I like them both for different reasons. And, let's face it, a lot of poems are sad. They were both on the list of list poems.

String Theory by Sonya Huber

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Nothing Wants to Suffer by Danusha Laméris

Nothing wants to suffer. Not the wind
as it scrapes itself against the cliff. Not the cliff

being eaten, slowly, by the sea. The earth does not want
to suffer the rough tread of those who do not notice it.

The trees do not want to suffer the axe, nor see
their sisters felled by root rot, mildew, rust.

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My poem: Mister Goby: gen

My own list poem based on Chapter 12 of Agatha Christie's After the Funeral. Mister Goby was my favorite part of the book.

Objects in the Room Mister Goby Looks at Rather than Hercule Poirot by okapi

[left-hand corner of the chromium-plated fireplace curb]
Mister Goby is a small and spare and shrunken man,
[electric plug socket] an information agent
who protests education and finds fault [lampshade]
with the youth of today. [cushion on a sofa]
[left cuff] he consults a scrubby little notebook. he licks
[radiator] a finger and turns a page, rubs a nose.
[door] he winks, nods, shakes a head, so like a furnishing,
so non-descript [patent leather shoe] as not to be there.

My poem: synonyms for 'the middle of nowhere': gen

Title: synonyms for 'the middle of nowhere'
Length: 100
Rating: gen
Notes: list poem; inspired by this photo of a Nebraska (USA) plain, also for 100words prompt: distant


in the middle of nowhere—wide, flat plains—
off the beaten path—cut by a dirt road—like coffee stains
the back of beyond—a little white house—flat fields unsowed
god knows where—a rectangular dot of cream among brown and brown—
in the boondocks—solitude in a frame—a ways from town—quite a ways and quiet ways
in the sticks—where nothing is close—and everything looks the same for miles and miles—and miles and smiles of godforsaken horizon—
yonder—where everything is far-off—except the land and the sky—
and—somewhere distant—an engine hums