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coffee is my drug of choice
although
in my younger and perhaps
more foolish
or perhaps not
days
i signed a petition asking for
legalization of
marijuana


but i am content
with my caffeinization
the slow
percolation
of the bean to the brain
the inspiration
that comes
with each cup

a friend said
i just don’t get
some people’s addiction to coffee
like
i enjoy a cup
but i don’t drink it like a drug

and i thought
i just don’t get
how some people make it without coffee
what drugs
they must consume
just to make it through

i reflect best
when i am stimulated
by thoughts and opinions
just like i sleep best
when i am stimulated
by the sound of my
partners’ breath

i admit that i have
hated
waited
aided and abetted
that i have
taken
awakened
found myself
breaking
that i have spoken
a token
white girl in a generation
of passion
irrational
disaster
and that i am
belated
ill-fated
sometimes
irate

coffee is the one
consistency
in my day to day
while everything
else
consistently falls down

I just finished reading “So Sexy, So Soon,” by Diane Levin and Jean Kilbourne . I've been wanting to read this book ever since it came out last summer and finally found it on the library shelves.

What I expected was a well laid out argument for the ways that our media, marketing, and social programs have shaped our children into sexualized beings at too early an age. What I didn't expect was to find the blame almost entirely placed on the media.

Levin and Kilbourne are both obvious experts in this field. I've read Kilbourne's “Can't Buy My Love” which established her as an expert in the field of media and marketing (especially to women) in my mind. Levin has done extensive work in the field of education and violence in play and media and that effect on children.

There were several main points that this book made:

  1. The problem is sexualization not sexuality.

  2. Sexualization in American culture begins almost at birth.

  3. A bombardment of sexual images and expectation on children evolves them into insecure and overly-sexualized young-adults.

The book called for parental involvement, school programs, and legislation to put up boundaries on advertising to children (or to abolish advertisements focused at children completely.) They also touched on what was named “Compassion Defect Disorder” - where our children do not learn to give and receive compassion because of an overly sexualized childhood filled with sexual and physical violence and pornography (in the media.)

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Fly

cold winds blow
across the missouri river
up the black hills to where i stand
farther from you
than we’ve been in years

dark times
cover our land
as Deadwood goes up in flames
and i think that towns
without such names
probably burn slower

i can see
two bald eagles
circling the sky
in brilliant wingspans
beckoning me too to fly

i cannot fly
because you are my wings
and you are farther from me
than we have been in years

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coupland-hey_nostradamusI hadn't thought about Douglas Coupland for several years. I'd read Eleanor Rigby back when it first  came out, but since then had forgotten about him almost entirely. Then my friend Brooke mentioned him as an author her friends Josh & Kari liked. So I was compelled to go check out some more of his books. Loopy – I know, but how my mind works.

I picked up a couple of his novels from the library but settled down to read Hey Nostradamus first, mostly because I liked the simplistic cover art the best.

Hey Nostradamus begins with a school shooting and weaves its way (through the voices of four narrators) creatively through restoration, regrets, reunions, and in a final move, redemption.

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Bow bended breaking knees

Buried tears and tattered dreams

See, come to where I lay me down

Sea, waters all around me foam

 

My nature spoiled yet from birth

Temptations coil and yet, first

I turn my shadowed brow

Towards where my maker leads me now

 

Know this, oh weary tired and poor

Your name engraved on heaven's door

This here, this now, the epic life

Turn cheek, know joys, and truy live