Showing posts with label geek poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label geek poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 10 February 2014

Geek Pride 2014

Seeing as our clientele have an interest in this - cite most popular posts to your right most days....here is the Facebook page cataloguing everything that is going down for Geek Day this year.



e.g.this event last year in Croton-On-Hudson in the United States-  a place with a name that surely any geek would want to visit - featured entertainment & activities including which can serve as a blueprint for organising your own event:


  • DJ music & karaoke
  • Zombie Tag (epic - I thought this only existed in Scotland)
  • Scavenger Hunt with Geocaching
  • Board Gaming Tables
  • The Cosplay Catwalk (open to all cosplayers*)
  • Raffles for PRIZES - TWO 3-DAY PASSES to NY COMIC CON & more!
  • Special Edition Geek Pride Day Trivia Contests
  • Giant JENGA
  • A Geek Swap Table (oh the mind boggles - did they swap actual geeks? or just geeky things?)
  • Food for the Masses
  • ...and general geekery for all ages!

Add your event with pride at https://www.facebook.com/GeekPrideDay.

Friday, 21 June 2013

In the textile gallery

This poem was written in the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry (MOSI) where there is a display on Dr Schunk and other eminent Victorian dye chemists. Good stuff. The poem was first published in Iota.

Before you read it, or after - go and sign the petition to save the museum here http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/science-museum-group-save-the-museum-of-science-and-industry-mosi



In the textile gallery


Some of the substances contained in lichen
make bright dye; brush past a lily’s stamen
and your shirt is streaked with red and orange
showing against nap or strong pattern.

In Schunk’s laboratory, flowers grew on desks,
grasses twisted in the many-drawered chests
and, one corner set aside, the place for cotton.
Each strand dropped in a vial specked with forgotten
leaves, stalks, shellfish, reeds and rock
that he hauled back into a finely written log.

Colours the clothmen fought to use in their design
resplendent in granny’s cover for chaise longue
and pelmet. Fabrics that still give me a pang
stretched in ranks of glass case and machine.

  © Bridget Khursheed