Here’s my first offering on the category site for guest poets. Composed by Robert L. Jones III, you can visit his website on mythology and all things superhero at: https://robertlambertjones3.wordpress.com/ (If you haven’t read my DISCLAIMER, please do…) Feel free to leave comments, or perhaps click the poll rating below. Thank you for your contribution to the art world of which I am definitely not a part….
MADISON AVENUE BLUES
Advertising slogans designed to persuade us to choose
Values that identify people by the products they use
Help to guarantee the consumer pays his dues.
Don’t you know the customer’s right, but he’s playing the game?
Habits can be modified; economic trends are explained,
I never saw Saving Private Ryan; don’t want to either, but I heard that the real heroes who were there gave that first twenty minutes their blessing as being pretty eye-popping accurate. Maybe it was just in some other old movie I saw years ago, but a quote stuck in my head. The scene was inside one of those small, flat-bottomed landing craft as it rapidly approached the beach at the invasion of Normandy in World War II. To the anxious American soldiers, the commander in charge said, “Men, as soon as you step on that beach, you are a veteran.”
Despite the popularity of GI Joe and similar movies, games, and consumer junk, there is absolutely nothing nice about war. Nothing. But war is part of human existence. I reiterate what John Eldredge so aptly talks about in his book, Waking the Dead, that the backdrop of all life is, in fact, war. It’s not what we were originally created for, but it is what it is, and now we are responsible for dealing with it.
Extremes. I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective, as well as where you are on the cultural timeline. What used to be viewed at insipid and grotesque can now be seen as tongue-in-cheek acceptable. Only currently, it’s called “campy”. From my professional orientation, “campy” indicated an intestinal bacteria that caused, well, things generally not printable except in medical contexts. I see we also have an alternate definition:
Camp (n.) and Campy (adj.): Being so extreme that it has an amusing and sometimes perversely sophisticated appeal. Over the top and farcical, intentionally exaggerated so as not to be taken seriously. Found primarily in Continue reading “Campy, by any other name….”
This weekend we had the incredible privilege of seeing our full brood at a wedding, and that included personal time in the halls of the reception venue alone with the World’s Most Adorable Granddaughter, (A.K.A., WMAG), so that her parents could enjoy a few minutes together on the dance floor. (A rarity, as only those with toddlers can appreciate.)
Needless to say, I had a ball!
Of course, then those little angels grow up and make decisions that are not always quite so angelic at times. They give their parents cause to worry, and cry, and pray, and cry and pray some more. You know, like we did to our folks…
“And if you pour out that with which you sustain your own life for the hungry and satisfy the need of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in darkness, and your obscurity and gloom become like the noonday.”
Did you know that too much water can kill you? No, no, I’m not talking about a flood or anything like that. I mean drinking too much water. Weird, right? We’re always being told that we don’t drink enough of the stuff, but you can actually die from over-hydration.
While I’m on the subject, and I know I’m still a novice at this gardening thing, but NO ONE TOLD ME that two cucumber plants would be enough to start a small pickle factory! Good grief! They’re taking over out there! Bob finally requested no more cukes in the green smoothies…
At Halloween, back in the day, (I won’t mention how many days, but it was quite a few), my great-grandmother crafted colored popcorn balls to hand out to trick-or-treaters as they came by. Admittedly, I’m the Ebenezer Scrooge of this particular “holiday”, but even so, I remember my grandmother’s careful creations for her young un’s with great fondness. Of course, you dare not bother to do that anymore; our societal/cultural changes have seen to that quite effectively. Nowadays, one is expected to spend their next month’s house payment on overpriced bagged candy to rot the children’s teeth and add to the obesity pandemic.