I was a square once. It wasn't boring. I was a rebellious square.
I’m reading that poem for class and it really brings up some questions for me.
One thing that confuses me though is that the poem starts out with the humans that are experiencing this being slightly engaged. They “stood and stared” while waiting for them to land and they were confronted by the fact that “none of us knew if we would be here tomorrow”.
Then in the next stanza the “graves gave up their dead” and came “towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran”. It seems to me that the poem plays with the definitions of inaction and action in regards to life and death. The Zombies are more “alive” than the person waiting on their phone but the whole point of zombies is that they are the undead.
Then the poem goes on to describe Ragnarok, but the people find out about it through what the “television screens show[s] us”, the people are seeing through the camera man. But if the poem is criticizing inaction isn’t that a weird way of describing it? Like, in what ways is waiting for someone to call on your phone different from watching something on T.V.? Is it because television shares the outside world with you and connects people to actual events while waiting for someone to call is a very passive way of communicating? IDK.
In the next stanza the people are “engulfed by genies and sprites”, doesn’t this take some of the action away from people? They are being influenced and are no longer completely in control of how they interact with the world. The screens also tell the people to obey. I don’t really know how this connects because I am not sure if it vilifies peoples dependence on technology and the fact that they have moved away from nature and the earth or if it just is and I am reading into this too much because this is my 3rd cup of tea in 1 hour.
I really like the way that the person is described though. The build up throughout the poem kind of misleads you. Every stanza ends with “but you didn’t notice it because” and then goes onto the next large event that could easily describe why the person wouldn’t notice. Like I probably wouldn’t pay attention to saucers in the sky if I was about to be eaten by a Zombie, that is pretty understandable. But then in the last stanza it goes on to explain that “You didn’t notice any of this/ because you were sitting in your room, not doing anything/ not even reading, not really, just/ looking at your telephone,/ wondering if I was going to call”. The tone in that sentence sounds so disappointed. Like it isn’t particularly angry or anything, the apathy of the actions bleeds through into the disappointment. And I totally get that because it is really easy to spend hours just sitting there waiting and rationalizing why it is ok for you to sit there doing nothing.
"why are these scientists talking about pluto when they should be curing ebola" because they’re astrophysicists not molecular engineers or infectious disease specialists you’re getting mad at the wrong people
*walks into Starbucks and violently shakes the barista* LOOK WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO GET A NEW BED FRAME THEN????
if I wanted to do something practical, I wouldn’t be getting a physics degree.
Actually it’s all relative.
Last night I had a dream where I was in class and I was wearing a sleep mask so that the teacher wouldn’t know that I was sleeping.
The teacher then preceded to call on me to read a portion of the text while I was asleep. But I woke up right before he called on me. And I heard the last word of the previous portion of the text.
So I was able to do bullshit my way into paying attention by finding that word and reading below it.
Except I had a sleep mask on.
Then a student from across the room got up and congratulated me on doing such a good job? And he gave me a new sleep mask?
Then it got weird.
People started coming into class to give me blankets.
And then people started giving other students blankets.
tips for staying warm in a freezing dorm.
-cry and give up. Just sleep. It might be warmer in the morning.
The first time someone tried to steal my bag in the subway I panicked and I broke his arm with an umbrella and since then none of my friends will let me forget about this.
If you think this was a badass moment you need to remember I’m 5 ft and my bag was a Lucky Star bag and I was crying while hitting someone much bigger than me repeatedly with a frog-shaped umbrella.
you are my hero