Reaction to DFTBA records

Besides being a fan of many fiction and art works, I am also an admirer of people who promote the creativity, enthusiasm, and efforts of fans. One of these people is Wil Wheaton, who I wrote an earlier post about. Others include the vlogbrothers (John and Hank Green) and Alan Lastufka. My poem for today is my reaction to a joint effort between Hank and Alan to help YouTube musicians get their music (often fandom music) to a wider audience.

DFTBA Records

Music has been a friend

That flits in and out of my days

Our relationship seemed to end

When I started to grow

And I left band and all its trends

For sports and teenage ways

 

But then my friends began to lend

Me their favorite songs to play

I started searching for a certain blend

A favorite new flavor to know

Looking through all the labels could send

Worrying truly original artists had gone away

 

Just as my hope began to end

I found where hidden gems lay

In the unsigned, unheard, online trend

People whose talent and energy flow

My faith in music started to mend

When I hear people who said what they meant to say

 

Reaction #2 to re-watching Star Trek TNG

 

Realm of Fear

of all the things that haven’t changed

I miss psychology the least

you prance and plex and patronize

don’t you know you’re useless

no wonder he rolls his eyes

 

are you a “don’t worry, fly” psa

or a ptsd survival  guide

everyone fears, the fear is status quo

does it matter if you are to go boldly or to boldly go

as long as you get there and back without a worm attack

 

take me apart system by system

scanners functional, heart beats, then gone

connected wires, connected brain, then gone

I energize, I breathe, then gone

it’s taken me over and won’t leave

 

do I fear an enemy more than losing my mind

I’m glad the danger’s there this time

do you know I never would have woken you

anyone else; but not you, this is the bravest thing I’ve done

if harm to me means they can see, I’m stuttering

 

I don’t like the sound of this

I’ve taken a leap and saved you

but did he have to give me a new fear

spiders didn’t used to bother me

 

Reaction to Little Supergirl

I recently came across Worth1000, a creative contest site. It encourages artists and graphics designers to create something new by mashing up things that would normally be considered incompatible. For example, their Superhero ModRen contests call for artists to add superhero elements to classic paintings. The results vary from incongruous clash to subtle blend but most have something to say about how we perceive, categorize, and react to art. My reaction poem for today is inspired by the entry that most caught my eye–Little Supergirl by aards2.

Little Supergirl 

beautiful, why so far away

let me wrap you in an anchor to me

your original haunting innocence won’t sway

I can still see you through me

but your new choice gives us both a way

to an expectation of security

Reaction to/Inspired by Doctor Who

Sometimes my reaction poems start out following cannon, or sticking to specific details, but then become something more original to me. This poem/flash fiction never happened in Doctor Who. It doesn’t refer to any specific companion. It’s simply about the unique potential created by the characters and situations of the show.

December/Mayfly

He knew she wouldn’t survive. Her kind never did. The tiniest of lifespans.  Then they were gone. With all the others he could pretend it was meaningless. Dance through the whirlwind and throw them off— the majority of their limited life yet to live. Leaving him as nothing more than a summer’s entertainment. A cherished memory. Each of them just another song in his symphony. But her summer had come to an end and he had let her stay. She had carved her way past his defenses and he had let her stay. Her song was threatening to drown out the symphony and he had let her stay. She became so weak they had to stop dancing and he had let her stay. Then she was gone. And still he let her stay.

Reaction to Rene Magritte’s The Human Condition

The Human Condition

The Anticipation

Remember the smells

of seashores and dirt, outside

contaminant free 

The Letdown

We

never

see reality

or climb the tree.

For after viewing

the image we move on

to a non-reality

that we didn’t expect.

See, past the edges

there are more

waiting

still. 

The Hope

It came from somewhere

Reaction to The Time of the Doctor/Steven Moffat/Matt Smith’s run

Time of the Doctor

To Steven Moffat

You don’t do anything small do you?

Centuries in minutes and worlds in paintings

I love that you take risks

that they don’t always work out

that even when you see things differently than me

I learn to look at them sideways

 

You tied up everything in the silence and the questions

And people who keep coming back even when we weren’t sure it was them

You’ve finished it all up yet the story’s still a skeleton

Like we could spend another fifty years here and there would still be more to see

But there’s no more for you and him and it’s better that way

 

To Matt Smith

I don’t know you

Unlike some of the others

I haven’t seen you at all

I’ve only seen the Doctor

So I’ll talk to him.

 

To Doctor # 11

I’ve felt you deeper than any of the others

It seems like there’s so much more to you

Every time you’ve grown old

You’ve waited for the boys who are not Barnable

But it doesn’t matter who answers

Because you’ve buried so many Barnables

 

Why are you so afraid to let them come back?

Why are you so desperate for them to come back?

How far would I have to go into you to find the bottom?

 

To Peter Capaldi

You’ve got the glare down

And the kidneys

What more do you need?

Welcome

Reaction Poem for @wilw

 

I’m a Fan of a Fan 

We’re a strange lot, fans

Balancing enthusiasm with respectability

The former often winning

Though we are changing the definition of the latter

 

It helps when the object of our admiration

Is himself an admirer

Who knows what it is to love stuff

And tells everyone it’s ok to do just that

 

It takes courage to call attention to faults

To stand for things like mental health and equality

But good things don’t draw the same attention

Pulling them into the limelight just isn’t as sexy

 

So while I’m an aficionado of the actor

Draw inspiration from the author

And stand in agreement with the activist

I’m a fan of the fan