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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. ![]() My new new new blog is
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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| I'm perusing old files. The more I know the more I will eventually understand. I found this log made by a predecessor when they visited a remote rock that seemed like it had been inhabited once. It had been. Surprisingly they found scattered remnants of sentient beings in rugged valleys that had survived war and famine and worse. The Lander's interview of one middle-aged male intrigued me. "We held on as we died one by one. There wasn't much choice if we were to survive as a people. The illness took hold strangely. Healthy one day, dead the next. There was no pattern. By the time the season turned we had said farewell to half of our brethren. When the bitter cold snap hit we thought we were doomed. We huddled in dread not knowing whether we would wake to someone cold as ice next to us. But as if it had been a dream we only lost Mica and he had been suffering for so long from so many illnesses it was a blessing. All his family had already died and he wanted to join them. Those of us who remained took note of what we had stored. For a few mild days we gleaned and foraged. Even took in a small animal looking for warmth. We could see it's suffering and the children were happy. When we elders were discussing whether to eat it or welcome it into our family one of the youth looked into our eyes and stated, "Kindness matters." So we rationed our provisions, slept close to keep warm, our pet snuggled with an old woman he'd adopted. We all survived. We were 21 plus 1. We still don't understand what made us ill. We were found by you-star-travelers who gave it a funny name. We only care that it's gone and that Panna is pregnant with twins. Soon we will be 23. Our pet looks after us but soon he will leave with you. We call him Cook, for all the meals he conjured out of nothing. We bless him for all the kindness he has shown us." Inspired by "Invalid Item" |
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"Makes Me Wonder" Mini-review. Definitely poetic. A rhyme scheme of xaxa in four 8/8/8/8 quatrains. The second part seems to flow better. The first part of end stop questions can read like a list though. Overall it comes off as 'heavy'. It may evoke some thought... but little emotion other than frustration. It 'asks' but does not 'show'. I give it a 4.0. Each question could be a prompt, best answered in a poem or story of its own. Prompt: What things make you wonder? I don't understand anti-scientists, anti-maskers, anti-change ... the demonization of people, especially by White Americans and White Nationalists and the governments in Poland and Hungary. Yes, I understand there are good White folks out there. Been around them all my life. Very lovely people, but very sheltered years ago in rural Kansas. I never understood their racism though and still don't. Why such an unwillingness to embrace people who are different? And although I understand that it's hard to understand this when you live in areas that are 98% White, folks who live in majority minority areas have had to understand White folks ... if only to survive. Even #blacklivesmatter seems to be dismissed as some angry slogan instead of the reality that Black folk have had to endure for centuries. But science and masks have nothing to do with race so I don't understand the opposition. Yes, I hear, "freedom!". But I ask, "how is your freedom blunted by being considerate of others?" Ah... perhaps because you don't value others? Especially since it's mostly elderly and poor Black and Native folks dying. 3,243 |