Apparently, Jenny Matlock wants to drive us crazy with this week's random Saturday Centus prompt and its mandated restriction to 50 words and reference to Abraham Lincoln. I think it worked! (The prompt, as always, is in red.)
Alphabet Rebellion: 55(oops!) Wasted Words
Just returned from heaven;
well, it might've been a dream.
The people there were different than
their earth life made them seem.
Abraham Lincoln was a lot shorter
than I thought he would be...
At least, he was a whole lot shorter
than I thought he should be.
I'm a lot shorter than I oughta be, too.
I guess I'm as short as I gotta be. You?
I needn't tell you, my enlightened readers, that this poem is fraught with deep significance, carefully woven into every turn of phrase and word selection herein. Please feel free to discuss the overlying symbolism and underlying themes of this work in the comments section below. Perhaps the following questions might serve to steer you in the right direction and facilitate discussion:
What does it really mean to be short in a society where height is valued so universally...and (arguably) capriciously? And, given that reality, what are the implications and ramifications of seeming to be taller than one really is? Finally, how does the use of Abraham Lincoln as a focal point strengthen the context of this poem?
Bonus question: Does the individual reader's concept of "heaven" add texture to this piece, and if so, in what way does that construct inform or fail to inform your own interpretation of "Alphabet Rebellion?"
DISCLAIMER: Judging from past experience, I should probably add that these questions are definitely tongue-in-cheek. I AM KIDDING HERE! (In blogging, I am frequently taken seriously when my post is anything but.) I think I may need some humor lessons. Or maybe mine is just a bit random and twisted...kinda like this prompt... ;)
PS. If you haven't had a chance yet, please take a look at my story-poem, A Halloween Tale of Terror that I wrote for my grandkids. It's downright spooky! (And I'm NOT kidding on this one!)
It's official. Dancing with the Stars has gone the way of American Idol, voting contestants off and on by virtue of looks and personality, with little or no consideration for ability.
But hold your horses dancing steeds for a minute; Audrina's got it all: looks, personality, AND ability. That girl has some major talent going on! So what kind of star-crossed voting managed to get her kicked off the show last night? I HAVE NO IDEA. There is no explanation. Sure, she needed to learn to let her feelings flow through her movement, but she was working on it...And she was improving, too. What's more, she was likable. So likable. Even her farewell speech was kind and gracious.
Of course, the judges lambasted her Monday night, so maybe they bear some of the responsibility for her demise. (They did look more than a little chagrined at her departure, and rightly so.) But even taking their uneven judging into consideration, I can find no reason why either the professional athletes or Bristol Palin should have outlasted her. In fact, my call for the finals would have been Brandy, Jennifer, and Audrina. So much for that scenario.
Ah well. Such is life in the TV world. Which begs the question, "Why am I even surprised?"
"Television––a medium. So called because it is neither rare nor well done" (Kovacs).
I really do love the way the world feels to me at night! Soon we will "fall back," and Daylight Saving Time will end in the United States. Unlike most of the people I know, this makes me happy––not because I don't like the daylight (I do!)––but because I have a medical condition that does not allow me to spend time in the sun. This means that I am freer in those months when evening comes early and invites me outside to enjoy the sunset or walk beneath the stars. As the old Swedish proverb says: "Those who wish to sing, always find a song."
The night is one of my songs. Only one. But a good one...