Another Star

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To my nameless friend,

You know full well who you are,

Allow me to express,

For the bloodshed prevented,

My profoundest thanks.

It would not do for young love

To result in amputation.

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Spring’s Bitter Pill

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It’s spring… and it’s time

For furious rants

About the damned spawn

Of amorous plants.

The roads and the cars

Are all sporting a glaze

A Residual effect

Of this damned chartreuse haze.

Go out in the sun?

I’d love to… but can’t,

That yellow-green mist

Makes me cough and pant!

I fight to get by

In so many ways;

Happily this lasts

Just a few days.

A Rant On Character Realism

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Of late, many of my female friends on social media have been bemoaning the limited and often misogynistic descriptions of female characters in books written by male authors. Many feel that they, personally, would never be described by male authors because they lack a “proper feminine image”.

In response to these, not wholly unwarranted, criticisms I find myself pondering literary character descriptions in general regardless of the gender of the author.

Do female authors do a better job of creating realistic male character descriptions than male authors do with female character descriptions? Do you think I would get a more accurate character description from the likes Nora Roberts or Danielle Steele?

Somehow, I have an equally hard time seeing my self described favorably in a work of modern fiction penned by a woman. In fact, I imagine something like this:

“He certainly rippled- or maybe jiggled- beneath his, overly tight, oxford button down as he hastily stumbled down the steps of his mid-town office block to hail a cab, no doubt, to take him the three short blocks to the nearest Chinese Restaurant where he would, undoubtedly, bury his feelings of professional inadequacies under a small mountain of Szechuan Chicken and plot his revenge against all those who failed to see his worth.

What does it say about our society that fictional characters are, more often than not, simply stereotypic caricatures that perpetuate distorted and unhealthy images of human value? How often is a fictional hero or heroine that is a fully formed person with merits and flaws and underlying beauty, humanity, and value realistically concealed beneath an unflattering mortal shell?

Not very often. Because, I suspect, even when authors write stories with characters like this, editors reject them because “it will never sell” and mainstream film makers never make movies from them because they won’t be able to cast any “A-List talent” to take a role like that and without the glitterati of a major box office draw, it’s “just another art film”.

Public Dinner Conversation

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Where’s this country going to?

I demand to know!

Every day it’s something else;

A freaking horror show!

All them snowflakes yammering

About equal pay for equal work,

And all them women going nuts

Because some businessman’s a jerk?

God damned libtards raising hell;

He’s just trying to have some fun.

Mark my words, this won’t end well;

They’ll come next to take our guns!

One day soon, they’ll pay the price

For quitting our lord, Jesus Christ!