Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt
I like him.
Poems like:
Love’s Not The Way To Treat a Friend
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light.
And
RESTAURANT
Fragile, fading 37,
she wears her wedding ring like a trance
and stares straight down at an empty coffee cup
as if she were looking into the mouth of a dead bird.
Dinner is over. Her husband has gone to the toilet.
He will be back soon and then it will be her turn
to go to the toilet.
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Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets
Visually splendid, but I have a feeling it will be a bit devoid of plot and meaning. Time will tell.
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Progressive bullshit
The owner has just gotten a report card emailed to him from his 10 year old daughter's "Progressive" school, an overpriced Montessori/French Immersion school for the presumably gifted children of wealthy and privileged parents.
It's one of those modern, fucked up affairs that rate everything from social interaction to abstract art, group play, and comparable vocabulary, there's easily 20 categories on it. And the grading, well, they've got they're own system, a series of colored buttons indicating the childs/prodigies progress in each area, there's a green button, yellow button, orange button and presumably (but not on this report card) a red button. But search as we may there's no key or legend on the report card, I look through it 2, 3 times.
And while the coloring is fairly intuitive, mapped, I imagine, after traffic lights, to the rich immigrant parent it's useless. He wants a description of the child's progress. A grade would be nice, swell even, but they don't do that anymore, numbers, people can figure those out, take offense, colors, well, that's a different story.
Eventually we find it, the key, legend, it's embedded in the body of the email, you gotta scroll to find it, not on the attached accompanying report card. These are teachers, educated people, a minimum of a BA, what in the fuck were they thinking? And the key, it's what you'd expect, exactly, bigger words than a lot of parents can deal with but they're trying to make clear the distinction between they "The Educated Chaperones of Tomorrows Genius" and you, the uneducated fuckwit of a parent. And if you'd argue you weren't a fuckwit, think about it, you sent them to that school, didn't you?
And you think, at the end, why even the key, why not have the comments directly in the "grading" box, why bother with the color coding, a written assessment is what it translates to, do away with the references and fill it in. But they're educated and so infatuated with all this progressive bullshit that they've forgotten all common sense.
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The Poseidon Adventure
Monday afternoon, January 2nd, take the daughter and the boy to see The Poseidon Adventure. By which I mean the original, 1972 version with Red Buttons and Gene Hackman and Ernest Borgnine, etc, etc.
Both brilliant and absolute rubbish, laughable fashions (that I'd kill to replicate), overly explicit dialogue, the complete adherence to all the moral conventions of disaster films. Gene Hackman does well, Ernest Borgnine bugs his eyes, Roddy McDowell, well, I'm sure it paid well. Just a good introduction to the world of bad classic disaster films, when it's over the boy's spent an hour and a half laughing while the daughter happily exclaims "That was good...how come I've never heard of it?...".
Oh, there's a lot more you've never heard of. Have to get her out to the Koot's to show her "Towering Inferno" and "Airport" and maybe "Earthquake" and, for a bit of comic relief (that she'll then understand) - Airplane.
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