PUNK’S GHOST GOT ANGRY AT US

I thought this was a very well written astute summary of our modern lives!

puttingthedogtosleep

We caught the tail end of everything.
Rebellion Re-branded
And sold back to us.
Pre-ripped jeans.
They resurrected Kurt Cobain
To bring him down to his knees.
Punk is dead
No one is offended anymore.
No matter how full of piercings
Our faces are
No matter how inked our skin.
We tried with emo
The gore of hormones
Hatred turned inwards.

Everything turned inwards.
In relation to us.
Facebook profile pictures
Colouring our faces
With grief and terror beyond us:
Flags, hashtags, masses.
Let’s document everything
That’s been done to death.
Let’s do it wearing a Ramones T-shirt.

And watch as our parents’
Punk teeth fall from their heads
With a grief we never met.

Apathy ODing
Misquoting lyrics
Sold back to us.
Nobody makes a difference.
Nothing makes any difference.
Lazily bombing Iraq and Syria
For the right brand of cereal,
Cloning cows to put milk in it,
Wasting…

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JB Priestley: On wireless sets and world politics

“Supposing your wireless set suddenly stopped working.  Well, perhaps you understand wireless sets.  If so, you set about mending it yourself, and if you have a glimmer of sense, you would go to work fairly slowly, methodically, patiently.  If you don’t understand wireless sets, you would call in somebody who does.  But I don’t imagine you would call in a large angry man with an axe who would give one yell and then reduce the set to broken glass and firewood.  He might be a fine strong brave fellow – you might take a pride in the set of his shoulders and the thrust of his chin – but… he would not mend your wireless set.  Continue reading

Weekly Limerick Challenge 6: Pride

Ooh, Mr Darcy!

Ooh, Mr Darcy!

An opportunity to write a Pride and Prejudice themed limerick? Oh yes please! It’s got to be one of my favourite books ever. I love that Jane Austen’s characters are so well written that she’s actually made me have a crush on words on a page, rather than a real actual bloke.  Mr Darcy, even before Colin Firth, has always been one of my literary heroes alongside Mr Rochester and (don’t judge me) Sirius Black.

While I was scribbling down ideas for this one, Lady Catherine’s fantastically snooty line “are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?” popped into my head, so I decided to make her, rather than her lovely nephew, centre stage of this one. Probably just as well, because the only word I could think of to rhyme with Darcy was ar… well, anyway. Without further ado:

Lady Catherine De Bourgh had such pride

Darcy’s marriage she could not abide.

When his Bennett in-laws

Darkened Pemberley’s doors

“Our shades are polluted!”she cried.

 

Why don’t you check out MindandLifeMatters blog and enter her weekly limerick challenge yourself?

Six word story challenge: Jealousy

I’ve made a resolution to take part more regularly in some of my favourite blogging challenges, including this one: Sometimes Stellar Storyteller’s weekly throwing down of the gauntlet to write a story in six words or less.  I’ve tried a few times, and I suspect sometimes my contribution is actually just a sentence or a phrase, rather than a story.  So here’s my attempt on this week’s theme of “Jealousy”:

Nobody looking? She shredded his CV.

Why don’t you enter too?  Good exercise for those writing muscles!