September 10th, 2016


Poem: "Glorified Apes"

This poem came out of the September 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by Shirley Barrette.

"Glorified Apes"

People who don't listen
have abandoned the heart
of what makes us human:

the ability to express ourselves
and to understand each other,
to give and receive ideas
instead of remaining locked
in our own small skulls.

For this our ancestors learned
to stand upright and oppose thumbs
and interrupt their very breathing?

People who don't listen
reduce all of us together
into a bunch of glorified apes
crouched around a waterhole
exchanging wordless grunts.


Poem: "Planned Obsolescence"

This poem came out of the September 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by Shirley Barrette.

"Planned Obsolescence"

Once people took
pride in workmanship,
crafting the best tools
they possibly could.

Things were built to last
and made so that they
could be maintained and
repaired over time.

Now they design for
planned obsolescence,
using the cheapest materials
they can possibly obtain.

Things are built to work
just long enough and then
fall apart, disposable crap
meant to be replaced.

Furniture has gone from
good solid wood to plywood
and pressed board, then to
plastic and even cardboard.

Cars once made of real metal
are now flimsy fiberglass shells
that crumple and shatter on impact
and cannot be maintained at home.

All that we have left of our ancestors
is their art, their buildings, their tools;
the things we make become our legacy,
and the future will not think much of ours.


Popeye Character Trail

Today we visited the Popeye Festival Chester, Illinois which is the birthplace of Popeye.  They have a cute shop called Spinach Can Collectibles.  The town also features numerous statues of characters; Popeye is in bronze and the others in stone.  These are exceptional examples of municipal art; it's very difficult to render cartoon characters as good statues, but they are gorgeous.  The town also has a wonderful sense of history, with many of its old stone or brick buildings intact; along with several nice public spaces such as the gazebo park where Wimpy's statue stands flanked by murals on the neighboring buildings.  The parking lot for the courthouse also has a monument made of stone and brick from a historic hotel, a clever example of recycling older materials to keep a bit of the history.

It's like a little slice of Terramagne.  Over there, most towns have some kind of claim to fame and they'll do a festival for it. They show off local color, historic buildings, and the like.  Collecting is a very popular hobby -- as you can see from my character sheets -- so there are a lot of little oddball shops that specialize in different knicknacks.  The parks often have a statue or other feature for which they are named, and municipal art is very popular.  In several cases, people have made monuments from things smashed during a major cape fight or leftover bits of gizmology; Bluehill has some of these.

Poem: "Rather Delicate Creatures"

This poem is spillover from the September 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] stardreamer and [personal profile] chanter_greenie. It also fills the "weakness" square in my 8-1-16 card for the Survival Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Napoleon is trying to mindroll people again, ineffectively. He is allergic to soy and whining about food he can't have. Lily's mother Narcissa is a cunt, who does not respect people's dietary parameters or other boundaries of personal integrity. But it's still a pretty cute poem. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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