Zombie Inside!

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As several people on my flist have noted, today is the last day to submit an entry to the Insert a Zombie contest at Inside a Dog (http://www.insideadog.com.au/residence/index.php/maureen-johnson/insert-a-zombie-win-a-prize/)


Here are my two submissions. For some reason I can't make the cut tag work. Apologies for length.

Joseph Conrad, "Heart of Darkness":

. . .The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to flicker along the shore. The Chapman light-house, a three-legged thing erect on a mud-flat, shone feebly, and then vanished. Something had swallowed it. Lights of ships winked out in the fairway--a great stir of shadows went up and went down. Faintly, gurgling shrieks passed over the water. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.

‘And this also,’ said Marlowe suddenly, ‘has been one of the dark places of the earth. On the whole, I’d rather be in Africa.'

‘Ya think?’ the zombie smirked as it climbed over the gunwale.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Zombie
Wallace Stevens

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the twitching corpse.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a zombie
That has eaten three brains.

III
The stained rag whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a zombie
Are in trouble.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of rotting meat
Or the beauty of desiccated flesh,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the Creature
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An inevitable doom.

VII
O thin men of Haiti,
Why do you imagine drooling jaws?
Do you not see how Baron Samedi
Nibbles on the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I love vile carnage
And stinking, unimaginable gore;
But I know, too,
That the Zombie is involved
In what I do.

IX
When the Undead limped out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of my worst nightmares.

X
At the sight of corpses
Staggering in a green light,
Even the mouthless victims
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a growing angst.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For monsters.

XII
The river is moving.
The Undead must be lurking.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
We were bleeding
And we were going to bleed.
The revenant munched
On the scattered limbs.

Comments

[firesprite1105.livejournal.com]

OMG, zombies in Wallace Stevens means one thing: INSTANT WIN.