There's something about beauty and longing for youth behind this poem
which may be worth exploring further ... but this poem doesn't focus
on those issues well enough. Too many generalisations, and very
unwieldy allusions.
On Sun, May 4, 2008 at 4:43 AM, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Another work in progress. More of a performance poem, this one.
>
> *Strange and beautiful 2008*
>
> The world is so strange and beautiful now.
> Something has happened to it.
> An eerie light flicks and glows in the gloom
> like a searchlight on the horizon in a Blade Runner Neuromancer smog.
>
> Bands are trying to pretend
> the Gulf Wars and 9/11 and Iraq
> never happened.
>
> The 18-year-old rock singer at the next desk says
> he wants to be born in the 60s.
>
> I think to say,
> Well, you're only as old
> as the person you feel,
> and I was born in 1965
>
> But I don't, because
> he also talks about his girlfriend
> and because
>
> he knows *nothing* about *anything*
> and he'd be a damn poor substitute for...
> (Jimi fucking Hendrix)
>
> But he does like my clothes.
> See what I mean?
> That eerie light.
>
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