Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 November 2019

accusing moon


[[ this one's done - minimalist portrait of Greta Thunberg  ]] 

listen to her
it's almost midnight
under an accusing moon

there is no ask
there is no tell
we push through 
we push right through your hell

am I alarming?
our house is on fire 
am I alarmed?
I am the fire alarm

listen to her
it's almost midnight
under an accusing moon

= = = = =
done
= = = = =

[[ 

almost midnight = like the doomsday clock


toll / tolled / untold
bell 

tell  [[ a/the tell ]]
noun
noun: tell; plural noun: tells
        1. (especially in poker) an unconscious action that is thought to betray an attempted deception.

A tell in poker is a change in a player's behavior or demeanor that is claimed by some to give clues to that player's assessment of their hand. A player gains an advantage if they observe and understand the meaning of another player's tell, particularly if the tell is unconscious and reliable. Sometimes a player may fake a tell, hoping to induce their opponents to make poor judgments in response to the false tell. More often, people try to avoid giving out a tell, by maintaining a poker face regardless of how strong or weak their hand is.

[[ in terms of her straight face? there will be no tell? 

there is no asking
there is no tell
we push through without you

]] 

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[[ 

Greta Thunberg 

”So we have not come here to beg the world leaders to care for our future. They have ignored us in the past and they will ignore us again. We have come here to let them know that change is coming whether they like it or not.”

"Our house is on fire. I am here to say, our house is on fire."

capture her
  • face - wide, round, pale, unsmiling, an accusing moon
  • single-mindedness - she could be singing and dancing like her little sister, but she drops everything in her schoolgirl life to fix the world
  • bravery - faces up to world leaders without blinking (literally?)


We are not begging -- We do not beg
We are done asking -- We do not ask
We are done
We are pushing through

Look at this pearl

Greta = short version of Margarethe = "pearl" - her wide round pale face?

tell (plural tells)
1. A reflexive, often habitual behavior, especially one occurring in a context that often features attempts at deception by persons under psychological stress (such as a poker game or police interrogation), that reveals information that the person exhibiting the behavior is attempting to withhold.
2. (archaic) That which is told; a tale or account. quotations ▼
3. (Internet) A private message to an individual in a chat room; a whisper.

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related 

Malala Yousafzai (Urdu: ملالہ یوسفزئی‎; Pashto: ملاله یوسفزۍ‎ [məˈlaːlə jusəf ˈzəj];[2] born 12 July 1997),[2][3] also known mononymously as Malala, is a Pakistani activist for female education and the youngest Nobel Prize laureate.[4] She is known for human rights advocacy, especially the education of women and children in her native Swat Valley in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, northwest Pakistan, where the local Taliban had at times banned girls from attending school. Her advocacy has grown into an international movement, and according to former Pakistani Prime Minister Shahid Khaqan Abbasi, she has become "the most prominent citizen" of the country.[5]
[snip]
On 9 October 2012, while on a bus in the Swat District, after taking an exam, Yousafzai and two other girls were shot by a Taliban gunman in an assassination attempt in retaliation for her activism; the gunman fled the scene. Yousafzai was hit in the head with a bullet and remained unconscious and in critical condition at the Rawalpindi Institute of Cardiology, but her condition later improved enough for her to be transferred to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham, UK.[7] The attempt on her life sparked an international outpouring of support for Yousafzai. Deutsche Welle reported in January 2013 that Yousafzai may have become "the most famous teenager in the world".[8] Weeks after the attempted murder, a group of fifty leading Muslim clerics in Pakistan issued a fatwā against those who tried to kill her.[9] The Taliban was internationally denounced by governments, human rights organizations and feminist groups. Taliban officials responded to condemnation by further denouncing Yousafzai, indicating plans for a possible second assassination attempt, which was justified as a religious obligation. Their statements resulted in further international condemnation.[citation needed]
Following her recovery, Yousafzai became a prominent activist for the right to education. Based in Birmingham, she founded the Malala Fund, a non-profit organisation,[10] and in 2013 co-authored I Am Malala, an international best seller.[11] In 2012, she was the recipient of Pakistan's first National Youth Peace Prize and the 2013 Sakharov Prize.[12] In 2014, she was the co-recipient of the 2014 Nobel Peace Prize, along with Kailash Satyarthi of India. Aged 17 at the time, she was the youngest-ever Nobel Prize laureate.[13][14][15] In 2015, Yousafzai was a subject of the Oscar-shortlisted documentary He Named Me Malala. The 2013, 2014 and 2015 issues of Time magazine featured her as one of the most influential people globally. In 2017, she was awarded honorary Canadian citizenship and became the youngest person to address the House of Commons of Canada.[16] Yousafzai attended Edgbaston High School from 2013 to 2017,[17] and is currently studying for a bachelor's degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford.[18]



Wednesday, 3 July 2019

dancing with Bobby

[[ I like writing to a video, a movie, usually with the sound down. This one started with that Bobby Banas Nitty Gritty clip that went around. ]]

Who's that dancing out there with our baby Bobby? (dancing with baby Bobby)
White dress, white shoes, white ribbon
She can hardly keep her hands off baby Bobby (hands off baby Bobby!)
White dress, white shoes, white ribbon

Does Bobby even go - for a girl like that?
Would Bobby maybe go - for a girl like me?
Does Bobby even go - for the girls at all? Like, really.
Does Bobby even go? Let's see.

Here comes Bobby
Pouring though the crowd
Hair set to midnight
Smile set to loud

Listen to Bobby, baby,
What does he say?
He says "Can't get enough of this beat"
He says "Can't help but move my feet"

 

Sunday, 26 May 2019

Imagined Geography 2: New England Song

a stolen Volvo
of all things
rolled on the dunes 

kids all hanging 
upside down
still listening to tunes

out to covered bridges
out to the beaches 
out to summer cottages
out past our reaches

summer homes 
full of nothing
bric-à-brac, 
knick-knacks.
ruck sacks, 
kayaks,
quick snacks
nut sacks,
racken-fracks,
six packs,
a fishing shack
out back
bring back
a stickleback
bring back
the click track
the click track
the click track

drunken college girlfriends run together in my memory
drunken college girlfriends run together into the sea


Monday, 31 December 2018

accidental woman


[[ we are accidents and constructs with agency -- and the radio is our body ]]

I'm an accidental woman
a woman can come and go
I'm an accidental woman
I am a song on this radio

this is only skin
just another hotel room
flesh is a fashion
you can wear until your doom
or step on out of
and step into something new

we can get out of this
what we put into this

we can get out of this
what we make of this

what we make of this
is how we will be

I'm an accidental woman
I could as easily be the man
just a switch in my making
make a change to that plan

I am my own distraction
I paint my lips on
and put on a smile
when I look in a mirror
I get my kink in

I am my own distraction
see how these clothes hang
from my soft shoulders
just pull on over
and let it sink in

when I check the mirror
I turn my head

I'm an accidental woman
a woman can come and go
I'm an accidental woman
I am a song on this radio



Thursday, 5 July 2018

she will turn the moon around

one touch, she will turn your wine to vinegar
one touch, she will wither the crop in your field
one touch, she will tumble the fruit from your trees

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around

one look, she will smoke the image in your mirror
one look, she will dull the edge of your razor
one look, she will crumble your iron and brass

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around

do not let her
draw the water
from your well

she will drive
the bees from your hive

a woman like her cannot cross a running stream
a woman like her will cause your horse to miscarry
a woman like her will drown your boat in a storm

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around


[[ See the Golden Bough. http://www.bartleby.com/196/149.html ]]

Monday, 28 May 2018

the seclusion of girls

first sign of blood
the girl must run

the girl must not touch the ground
the girl must not feel the sun
the girl must not be seen by men

first sign of blood
the girl must run

she must run (run to the river)
she must hide (hide in the long grass)
she must run (run to the river)
she must hide (hide in the long grass)
the girl must run

first sign of blood
the girl must run

she must
live in the
house of the
heartless

she must
live in the
darkened
house

first sign of sun
this curs-ed girl
become a skeleton

first sign of blood
the girl must run

[[ This one is straight out of The Golden Bough. http://www.bartleby.com/196/149.html and today's news ]]

Bang

Bang.

Remember me?
I'm the girl next door

I'm the girl you want
I'm the girl you want to

Bang.

I'm a girl you used
I'm a girl you used to

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I was born dead, baby.
Or I died of disease
I was carried off by lions
Or I was left out to freeze

Bang.

I was raped at twelve
a mother at thirteen
I was bred again at fourteen
and a corpse at fifteen

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

Or I was married off early
to some man from the town
I met him when I wed him.
They had to tie me down.

Bang.

Or I was sent to the kitchen,
or the cellar, the attic,
I was banged in them all
till I hanged myself out back

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I was sent to the factory,
or warehouse or workhouse
I ran off one night for
asylum in the whorehouse

Bang.

I was beaten to death
for my terrible crime
but not till the bastards
banged me one last time

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I am
the dust
you breathe in,
you breathe out
every day.

I am
your family
confession
written in
your DNA.

you don't know how it is
I hardly know
I hardly know myself

You don't know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

Bang.

[[ There is no coherent narrative intended. It's not about one girl, so details of the story differ. The girl in one line dies one way and dies another way in another line. It's a series of images. If it was a video, you'd see different scenes, different girls, different ages, different eras, different circumstances, but always girls being mistreated. "I'm Every Woman" being abused, married off, enslaved, beaten, raped, killed. Maybe that last bang is her putting a bullet in someone. ]]