.png)
Every week the poem is supposed to be about what's happening now and to include an accompanying explanation thereof. (And links, which I failed to do this time.) Although it doesn't follow, I'll choose to assume that the rejection coming eight hours later than usual means I last longer in the bracket.
Here's this week's accompanying explanation:
For twenty years now I've been meaning to watch Ghost in the Shell, recognizing that, until I do, I can't pretend to know anything about anime. I still haven't watched it, but soon the live-action version will be out, starring Scarlett Johansson. The first image of her in the role was released this week and internet-rage over Hollywood whitewashing is once again in the news. In my own feeds, it has overwhelmed little things like the earthquake in Japan. The title of this poem comes from a student's notes on Brave New World. I was taken with the phrase, and in googling it was reminded that an Indonesian pop star died in front of her fans last week after dancing with a cobra. Her opinion on ScarJo as Major Motoko Kusanagi will go unshared.Aspects of this poem's style were inspired by my reading of Grace Paley's final book.
while collapsing between snakes
The main thing I know about Asian girls is their hair is black and they’re hot
he said knowing at least the difference between their
and they’re So what if it’s a white chick in a wig black hair
is black hair is black hair My own mother was Asian
when she had me he said at least to see the photos
lol But you get me. And when walls collapse it doesn’t matter
if the hero is white in a wig or yellow or green or (the favorite color
of the colorblind) purple. Doth the baby care who doth lift it
from the rubble? Course not, bruh. No more than a cobra cares if you’re passing
as blonde on stage in front of all your fans you’re very best friends.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment