Jolly Holiday Poem about having no electricity
It's Tuesday - the power went out last Thursday
Yesterday the sun came through the windows and I spent time thinking about how to make tiny kinetic sculptures using wire and watch batteries (buy a vise, clamp it to the kitchen counter, use it as a second hand to hold the wire so it can be shaped with snipe-nosed pliers, etc., etc., etc.)
Today it's overcast, dark, and just seems effing cold. I keep swearing internally (in keeping wirth the Jolly Holiday Season it's usually Jesus FUCK) and spent time lying in bed trying to get warm, closing my right eye and looking at the outline of my nose against the skylight. Fun times! At least I haven't been reduced to writing poetry.
posted by - 10:22 AM
If one swears a lot the words lose their strength. When their power is needed to express anger or to rail against whatnots and evil thingummies what can be used then? *tries to think of shocking and offensive words* Elizabeth once spontaneously came up with one: she called me a "cramp." I could yell "atrozine BUSH" but most people don't know the name of the toxic chemical that's being sprayed on the clearcut down the road, although I'm sure BUSH would get a shudder.