The Art of the Award Winning Poet Igor Goldkind

The Intersection of Magic Realism and Speculative Fiction

I think what I’m currently writing is new.
It’s making classical or formal poetry conform to modern rhythms and structures.

I call the umbrella genre for both my prose, poetry and non fiction. Speculative Realism after the French Philosophical post Idealist school of thinking.

The bastard child of Magic Realism and Speculative Fiction, if SF asks the question “What if?”… Speculative Realism asks the question “What are you going to do when?”

In other words, the current rate of change and transformation has actually altered the nature of our perception and experience of time. The distance between what can be imagined and what comes about, which once took years or even decades, is now the blink of an eye.

The rate of diverse technological innovation is beyond what any one of us can fully grasp. It thus appears as the new “magic” in our experiential world.

What I write now is within the Speculative Realist context. Magic is now real. What I imagine to be possible is already happening.

My humble example:

Teeth


Hey, you don’t know yourself.
You just Imagine yourself.
Like someone who might just pass.
As smooth as mustard
Skating on a bread knife
Spread between the slices of what you know and
what you lie to represent.

Sandwiches…
All let-us and may-oh!
and barely a sliver of meat.
Condiments are lies.
Flesh is your spirit when it is glimpsed:
All blood and sinew wrapped around bone.
Icy snapshots of frozen Russian River.

Tear all substance with your teeth.
Devour what is real.
Vomit garnish like a canine
Surrender to the hunger that chases scent.
Drool on your prey.
There are no just desserts.
Just/unjust oceans of discontent.

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