My Blog Week: Oct 8 to Oct 14

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The second installment of A Figure from the Common Lot, in which Honoré has an adventure with the Garde Mobile, and helps the farmer Legère, went up Sunday, October 8. On Monday, “Chum”, a poem from The Nutshell Hatches, was featured. “Are You Alienated” (part six) brought Minta home, to hear Quentin explain his latest conception. In “Promoted to Exile” Herward, snowbound at his outpost, plans to recover his reputation. “Sheila, What’s Happening to Us” is from the TV culture series. “Pour Some Gravy On” is the latest Hammersmith; in which 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 (part two)
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 (part six)
October 10

Wikipedia: directed energy weapons


Promoted to Exile
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









(2017, Stephanie Foster)


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