Friday, July 2, 2010

Not thrilled with the summer run of movies...

The Last Airbender sounds like a steaming pile of Flying Bison poo. Thanks for that, M. Night. You screwed up a great franchise.

By all reviews I have read and from Jimbo's personal warning, you could have shown the episode "Appa's Lost Days" and done a better job in 22 minutes.

Next week Predators will be out. Gosh, another sequel/redux. There is no end to the cannibalizing in Hollywood.

The trailers for Despicable Me look amusing enough, but we shall see.

If the movie studios want to make money, they have to do a better job than this. Right now, catching reruns sounds more exciting.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away