A Scene from "For All Mankind" (the great Apple TV show)
System failure. Improvise.
With what?
Call in the artist. Sketch a new plan.
Visualize. Disturb the Mars red sand.
Dig out the struts.
We got work to do.
♥️
how can i work
in these conditions—
no wine on board
Loved your poem at the end! Hahahha. Here goes
Oh no! My pen’s gone!
Floating away into space
Now what will i do?
Is poetry done?
Can I write with a finger
In the dust of Mars?
Innovative!!
Poet in Space
"No, that's not where the line should break," she snaps
at the floating dictation bot.
Its metallic voice droning on
about proper enjambment and caesura.
"I'm the poet here, not you, tin can."
Her words drift
untethered
in zero gravity.
The bot, unperturbed, continues its lecture:
"Proper line breaks are essential
for conveying meaning and emotion."
"Oh, shut it, you glorified toaster.
I'll break
my lines
wherever
I
damn
well
please."
The robot's lights flicker, processing this rebellion.
"Illogical," it concludes.
"But then again,
poets are not known
for their logic."
not so much a poem, but poetry in sound perhaps...!:
https://www.mixcloud.com/bruce-greeley/kbfgs-puget-soundz-space/
Reminds me of music for the heartbreaker movies in the 40s and 50s
a poet needs words
a human needs air to breath
outer space needs none
System failure. Improvise.
With what?
Call in the artist. Sketch a new plan.
Visualize. Disturb the Mars red sand.
Dig out the struts.
We got work to do.
♥️
how can i work
in these conditions—
no wine on board
Loved your poem at the end! Hahahha. Here goes
Oh no! My pen’s gone!
Floating away into space
Now what will i do?
Is poetry done?
Can I write with a finger
In the dust of Mars?
Innovative!!
Poet in Space
"No, that's not where the line should break," she snaps
at the floating dictation bot.
Its metallic voice droning on
about proper enjambment and caesura.
"I'm the poet here, not you, tin can."
Her words drift
untethered
in zero gravity.
The bot, unperturbed, continues its lecture:
"Proper line breaks are essential
for conveying meaning and emotion."
"Oh, shut it, you glorified toaster.
I'll break
my lines
wherever
I
damn
well
please."
The robot's lights flicker, processing this rebellion.
"Illogical," it concludes.
"But then again,
poets are not known
for their logic."
not so much a poem, but poetry in sound perhaps...!:
https://www.mixcloud.com/bruce-greeley/kbfgs-puget-soundz-space/
Reminds me of music for the heartbreaker movies in the 40s and 50s
a poet needs words
a human needs air to breath
outer space needs none