superheroes & media & hopeful moping
SIX DEGREES OF LIKE BUTTON (inspired in part by a preview performance of the play White Noise, by Suzan Lori-Parks) Distance OK, I get it. New York is gray. I miss the California air, with its whiff of euphoria, the hint of the holy. In Los Angeles, you don’t die at night from exposure to…
(An aubade, traditionally, is a poem of leaving, or parting, particularly in the early morning.) ANXIOUS AUBADE XII When I see someone approaching whom I can’t read or recognize,I refer to the mantra of my stripper friend.She recites a pep-talk of self-weaponizationfor a person of average strength.Her professional naked person’s psalm goes like this:(I may be…
THE FLASH FINALE NOT TAKEN by Robert (Killer) Frost Two timestreams diverged at a Yellow Flash,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd become a superhero while also preventing my mother’s murder in the pastI asked Joe West (who was also on that TV show SMASH)And he gave his usual awful advice, against his oath.So we built a time…
It’s Valentine’s Day 2017, and I know of no more romantic movie than STAR WARS EPISODE V: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. Here’s my associative transliteration of the film in found-poem form: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK Legend. Scroll. Gold over blackness.Seed pods. An ice planet, an explosion. A crab rises out of the crater.A Wampa.The…
