Slartibartfast kick-started his two-wheeler alive
peeling off to one side on a wave of jive
and the rattle and hum of tiny shiny pebbles
bellyflopping off the faces of recruitment posters
selling redemption in the form of participation
in the War on Terra Firma
Over on the other side of the pond
beachfront property prices were heading south
for the summer in the lead-up to the
declaration of hostilities against those
unfathomable chest-beating descendants
of Ardeshir and Daryush mounted
high on heavy horses above
the hills overlooking the bay
trying desperately to quell
false-positive rumours
of whooping horah-dancing dybbukim
celebrating the completion of
an unidentified project
which convinced not a few bookies
that the match had been fixed
from the outset like an
intercontinental WWF bout between
Floyd “Alcatraz” Boyd and
Ping Ping Junior the giant panda
Meantime CNN was on standby
while Oliver Stone and others of his ilk
stood by on the sidelines licking their lips
at the juicy prospect of yet more fodder
for their quasi-veracious re-enactments of
Famous Battles Which Can Be Faithfully
And Entertainingly Recreated
For The Eternal Glorification Of G.I. Joe
And His Bloodthirsty Kapellmeisters
The producer of the prime time talent show
Sailor-Shanty Samurai
gazed out towards the harbour at
a brand spanking new battle-ready
aircraft carrier and wistfully wondered
out loud if he could get permission to
shoot the season finale on the flight deck of
this pristine war machine if and when
it came under enemy fire
The standard of western entertainment
is flagging limp-wristedly, but
is that a factor of sheer volume
or sheer hubris
or a disturbing reluctance by punters
to suspend disbelief?
(minos – march 2007)
8 comments:
we love to preach peace and harmony and tolerance and all that flowery stuff, but its violence, corruption and umm evil that sells on TV. so we can sit in our comfy little rooms and say "whats the world comming to" and feel moral superiority.
Anything to make us feel better about ourselves.
We're bastards like that, but sometimes were cool, like when we listen to music and get high.
you mean like, a cross between
"everybody gets high, everybody gets low, these are the days when anything goes"
.and.
"i've been wondering if all the things I've seen were ever real, were ever really happening"
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the u.s. entertainment industry (of which i partake to a fair degree) is in danger of self-destructing in a puff of smoke soon... the standards are spiralling downwards fast... there's too much media and the idea people are running out of ideas, and this reality show krap is really scraping the bottom of the barrel.
and pakistan is just starting its long and tortuous journey to entertainment nirvana.
allahu akbar
As we say here in the US of A - "100 channels & nothing to watch" - maybe that's why I blog?
I really liked this poem, Minos. You get the WWF in Dubai? - now that's disturbing - it's bad enough here - how embarrassing if we're exporting it!
yes we do in dubai get wwf, or -- as it is now known -- "tna wrestling" (after they lost their championship bout with the guys at wwf for nature).
though i have to say the so-called wrestling guys had a strong case, as they present wildlife better even then national geographic or animal planet!
actually wwf became wwe world wresting entertainment. tna is a completely different brand.
media controlls the emotions of majority
media controlls the emotions of majority
I remember a message that appears at the end of Rambo III and goes somewhat like, "This motion picture is dedicated to the valiant people of Afghanistan..."
:D
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