Last night I blew off writing my blog because I’d smoked too many joints and found myself, at 11:30 in the evening, staring numbly at the screen and not able to type, much less form a coherent thought. Then, this morning, I forgot all about it. So, it is noon and this is my make-up blog and I’ll write another one tonight.
On the positive side, as I was strolling through Facebook this morning, oblivious to my neglected bloggerish responsibility, I did get a couple of poems written, on a couple of points which people are discussing now.
The first was political:
the order of the words you use
does not mean all that much to me
words are labels that we choose
to name the ideologies
when, in fact, we ought to be
more focused on the policies
I see people raising this point, saying Bernie is not really a Democratic Socialist, he’s really a Socialist Democrat, and they might indeed be well meaning Berners who are just terminally nerdy, or they might in fact be trolls, I don’t know. I am, however, always reminded of a scene from Life of Brian
The second one was in a discussion of Rocket Man, the Elton John biopic, which it seems most people are liking. I haven’t seen it yet, and, I must confess, I haven’t seen Bohemian Rhapsody yet, either. Everybody loved that one, too, but some die-hard Mercury fans complained that it cleaned up his life story a bit. As I said, haven’t seen it, so my opinion isn’t really valid, but in theory I side with the director on that one. If films followed real life with slavish accuracy, we’d just hate everybody. So, I wrote this.
A biopic of a popular person
is, in fact, required to be
if you want to please the fans
And that’s it for last night’s blog this morning.