Angel favazza
Sci-Fi: The Literature of Ideas
Angel Favazza is the #1 bestselling YA author of The Oculist’s Daughter, Saving Death, and Canine Chronicles, as well as an international bestselling poet. She writes Speculative Fiction for Young Adults and draws inspiration from modern philosophy, environmental issues, and pop culture. Her poetry and short stories can be found in numerous literary magazines and anthologies, including the Best American Science Fiction & Fantasy.
Angel is the owner of Teachingwithpoetry.com and even created a new poetry form called “Line Messaging.” This form has been used by many poets and university Writing professors.
SO, WHY SCI-FI?
I love sci-fi! Science fiction, perhaps, more than any other genre of fiction, explores our place in the universe and considers fundamental philosophical questions about the nature of reality, the nature of human identity, and the moral implications of a technologically advanced state.
We are tethered to this world with prime numbers pulsing in our heads. And we wage a full-scale revolution against Earth’s moving clock. We build metal paths over moist flowers and frame old-style bills as purposeless electrical winds whip against wet eyes desperate to wipe away ensnaring debris. With exaggerated slowness, we fly off carrying our organic dilemma on our backs like weighty wooden crosses.
The Trip
We stand alone on the launch pad. This is the dark, damp hour before dawn. With a gasp of sudden brightness, we are welcomed home. We order our drinks in pairs, still mindful of the strange things that have passed: the accents of nameless tongues, the two-way mistakes, the engine’s percussion, and the often-repeated prayers.
We are dirty and exhausted, and our transparent pride keeps us smiling. This we said was our mission, a much-planned trip, to finally see beyond ourselves.
We said we would come back when our senses closed shop. We’d head back to our depopulated home and recount the trip that builds a life.
And as we retell our story, taking pains to sip correctly, we know that we walk in our own wakening light.