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I also posted in the poetry thread but it only makes sense to post here too, here's something I'm getting back to working on these days.
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I haven't been on /lit/ in years but last time I was here me and some people were brainstorming for a poetic epic set during the Afghan war from the perspective of a superstitious Taliban warrior, back then I was trying to convince people to use the kinds of tropes that are found in old stories but to "modernize" them, I wrote some short stories where the quality of the wood and the metals on a warriors rifle are described like a relic, like a weapon one would want to loot from the battlefield, one that kings would want to be buried with. I like to keep things abstract and to make them more symbolic than they are tangible. Another opinion I try to tell people is to refuse to say specifics like the model of the gun or the caliber of the ammunition, of the weight of the tanks, of the tactics used.
What I'm working on right now uses the four temperaments as a basis for emotions, people are described according to what they are and not what they wear, not the cool outfits or how fancy their sci-fi armour is. I don't know to describe it but if you want here are a few stanzas from what I'm working on so that you can see for yourself:
Men lyke you had cut us down
With ryfles, with rockets, with panzers,
Whose power - so awe inspyring
That all our shyres and all our towns
Had quicklie burned in roaring fyres
Till naught was left save songs to sing.

I advyse that we lure them heere,
That we cut them down and dryve them back
In one great fyght among the paths
For Rollant too was felled by speers,
For everie sheeld myght have one crack
And one is ample for our wrath.

To depleete man’s ammunition,
To consume their bombs and shells
With our lyves - be theese your demands?
Must we suffer such attrition?
Must with corpses ours this fyre we quell
Till none of us are left to stand?

The language used is specifically meant to be of a foreign dialect and these stanzas are not related.

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