Midnight once more; the untended fire sinks low;
The lamp stares down upon the book unread;
The papers on my desk have nothing to show:
I have not learned the things I wished to know,
The things I wished to say remain unsaid.
Again the dead pause, the need for a new start;
The vanishing of every name and form
That seemed the very contours of the heart;
And all the working mystery of art
A queenless hive deserted by the swarm.
Then suddenly, unbidden, the theme returns
That visited my youth; over the vast
Pacific with the white wake at their sterns,
The ships of Quiros on their great concerns
Ride in upon the present from the past.
The Inception Of The Poem by James McAuley
Though the entertainment world seems married to futures of doom – of razing the human race via plague, invasion, and natural disaster – I would like for us to take this first month of 2015 to consider other possibilities.
Whatever happened to dreams of Utopia?
January will be the month for Utopia; form it, build it, find it. However you get there, describe it to us and burn a map into our minds of where to find it. Lead our ships on their greatest concerns.
The first step on your journey will be: Inception. For week one, plant the seed.
Though the month will have the unifying theme of Utopia, it is not necessary for you to write a four-week continuing series if you are not inspired to. Each story will be considered individually by week.
Submission deadline is Sunday, January 11 at 11:45 pm.