My Blog Week: Oct 8 to Oct 14

A black cat, nicknamed Nortie, who serves as Torsade's site ambassador.

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The second installment of A Figure from the Common Lot, in which Honoré had his adventure with the Garde Mobile, and helped Legère hide the pototoes, went up Sunday, October 8. On Monday, “Chum”, an early poem from The Nutshell Hatches, was featured. “Are You Alienated” (six) brought Minta home, to hear Quentin explain his concept of the Snocrowave. In “Promoted to Exile” Herward, snowbound at his outpost, conceives a plan for recovering his reputation. “Sheila, What’s Happening to Us” is from the TV culture series, a poem riffing on the ’70s movie-of-the-week’s take on hippiedom. “Pour Some Gravy On” is the latest Hammersmith: Mossbunker makes a move, and Hogben gets a shock. “Utter Blame” brings a temporary close to the story of Tattersby, who has not won the needed forgiveness from Fiona, but is being abandoned by the host in favor of a new guest.
Photos on my posts usually have a link to related information, sometimes serious, sometimes whimsical, sometimes in answer to a direct reference. Since people can be leery about clicking links, I include them here: what they are, what sites they point to.

 


 

 My Blog Week: Oct 8 to Oct 14

 

A Figure from the Common Lot: Battlefront (second)
October 8

Wikipedia: the garde mobile

 

Chum (poem): from The Nutshell Hatches
October 9

NYT: “Large Sections of Australia’s Great Reef Are Now Dead…”

 

Are You Alienated (six)
October 10

Wikipedia: directed energy weapons

 

Promoted to Exile: part two
October 11

American Alpine Institute: Alpine training

 

Sheila, What’s Happening to Us (poem)
October 12

The Drug Policy Alliance: A Brief History of the Drug War

 

Pour Some Gravy On: Hammersmith (twenty)
October 13

Smithsonian magazine: Secret Societies…

 

Utter Blame: Fifteenth Tattersby
October 14

Literary Ladies Guide to the Writing Life: Women writers of 1930s

 


 

This is a different idea I’m trying, a poem done as video.

 

 

Love Bomb

 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
The time has come, it’s highly time
To drop that love bomb full of rhyme
And atomize the hate
Take sociable technology
To paint a picture in your mind
A signal planted by a sign
To dazzle your mentality
Our aim is to break down the poison talk
Each catch-phrase stirs a chemical response
Its meaning vague, its purpose to entrance
And snare you into lockstep. Walk the walk.
The future’s not a concept veiled in fog
The future’s not a time when all comes right
Each evil choice will birth a Mr. Hyde
Make fatheads of the people, trough the hog
Half-dead inside, unstirred until the maelstrom
That consequence that quakes beneath their feet
Where flags are raised, where refugees retreat
Counteracting evil with a brainstorm
I will not punch
I will not kick
You cannot prod me, goad me, make me
I will not quit
I will not quit
You cannot silence, bankrupt, break me

 


 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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