I read somewhere a long time ago that Poetry and Science Fiction are almost mutually exclusive. I never believed it, although I will subscribe that the difference between Poetry and Futuristic Fiction may well be that one describes emotions that predate us, and in which we can all share historically, and that the other pre-empts us with as-yet-unrealised situations for which we may have little or no emotional experience or reserve on which to draw.
That said, there had to be a way. So I left it on the backburner for a while until one evening I ended up in a discussion with poets about the different forms that poetic language could (or should) conform to. Although I consider myself to be a non-conformist, I am certainly of the opinion that all real Poetry should have scansion, preferably a rhyming scheme of sorts, and preferably not a really dogmatic and obvious one, and all else beside that is Prose in one form or another.
It became clear to me during the debate that this linguistic Origami that the ‘poets’ were espousing, may not be the only thing that Poetry was capable of folding. What about Time and Space? Why the Haiku not? How dangerous can it be?
