GRIZZLY PEAR
He jumped on her chair,
Pushed her off.
She offered to share
He punched her.
I demanded he apologize.
He grinned, shook his head.
姐姐自己念书.
(Sister can read her own book then.)
Ten minutes later,
He wants her to play.
你先道歉!
(You first apologize!)
He cried on the floor,
As Mama cooked french toast.
Grabbed paper and
Purple crayon.
Shoved the sheet
In her face.
Play!
Now!
你做错了什么?
(What did you do wrong?)
Another tantrum.
䷕䷹
peach
toy
zappy
At breakfast, he asked
(Did you take a)
“Shower?”
He asked Mama
晚上吗?
“Night?”
Oh!
He doesn’t know
Grey mornings.
Still groggy,
He was eating
Dinner.
䷘䷢
no disease
delusion
no medicine
joy
Whoohooo!! Fast, non-stop action!
Actually, it could have used an an extra three episodes (for a traditional 13 show season) to add breathers and character development. I slot this next to Arcane — a fun show that doesn’t reach the stratosphere of top-line classics.
Be forewarned, this is a dystopic, gritty world with lots of gratuitous blood and cyborg babe cheesecake. It might be fun, but it’s beyond extra.
Someone on Reddit compared the women in the series against the ladies in Neon Genesis Evangelion. The comparison was dead on. Cultural tropes live a long time.
The difference is that Neon Genesis Evangelion went truly fucking bonkers as Hideaki Anno suffered a mental breakdown, which gives that classic an edge.
Studio Trigger is merely wild.
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PS: One minor gripe that applies to many TV shows. The characters would have all landed in a better place if they just sat down and talked it out. I guess their refusal is why they suffer exciting lives while we enjoy our mundane existences.
white gold disc
rising between freeway signs
through the blue-beige haze
shrinking above orange dawn dust
~
turning up Buffalo
hills stand flat in the twilight
layers of vertical geography
under an inverted terrain of clouds
~
two men in the rain
chatting on the embankment
homes swept away
from the culvert below
䷫䷿
berry wrapped melon
words fall from the sky
hidden lines
Ten sheets,
Tightly rolled,
Five rings,
Blue tape.
Monster battles
Two heros!
On bed,
And room.
Bong! Bong!
Against each,
My reach
Would prevail.
With two,
Sibling courage,
Rush in,
Skewer Monster!
䷛
Great load
Ridgepole sags
Keep moving
Find plenty
Watering blue skies,
Showering umbrellas,
Floating diamonds,
Dancing on the lawn.
䷥䷿
skip chase
stray horse
shall return
Bear Bear and Adventure are going to school!
Sister made tiny books with scraps of paper
Studied at small cardboard tables,
Homemade easels by Mama, tilted flat.
Pored over their assignments,
Sitting on yoga block chairs.
Bear Bear did her homework,
She got to watch us play in the sandbox.
Adventure wouldn’t pay attention,
He had to stay in their bedroom school.
Study Harder!
Study Harder!
䷿䷏
Fun feast,
Dry head.
Wet mind,
Truth spilled.
He saw the turtle sandbox,
Two years dormant.
Mama removed the green cover —
Aired it out,
Moistened the sand.
Apple and strawberry sand pies.
Big sand jellies!
They made sand smoothies —
Large or small?
Flat, round, square, or twirly top?
I was the sand customer,
Again and again.
I played the plastic ukulele, badly —
Neglected practice,
Long fingernails.
She showered first.
We made more sand goodies.
He sprayed the hose —
Peed in his pants.
In twilight he kept playing.
When Mama came out,
He ran up to her,
Suddenly started sobbing —
我不要姐姐先进去!
(I don’t want Sister to go in first!)
䷶䷲
abundance
midday foam
broken arm
no blame
We borrowed them Saturday;
Mama wanted to wait for a week.
Six days later;
Is Friday close enough?
I spread out the books on the patio;
Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
The sun set;
Bring them in tomorrow.
Mama wants to flip them over;
Wipe them down.
Saturday we visited to Costco;
The kids hugged stuffies while shopping.
The sun set;
A full week gone.
We went back to the library;
Sunday Taiko drum concert!
Got more books;
Shopped for groceries.
The sun set;
Another day.
Monday breakfast came with wailing;
Way past a week!
Mama flipped them over;
Wiped them down.
The sun set;
I brought them in.
Two kids, sprawled out;
Reading in their room.
䷟
wait
no blame
push on
gain
Standing between opposite rivers
Toothpicks holding high four discs
Lighting the freeway
Snaking into the busy desert
Turning west
Facing the setting sun
One orange button seering my eyes
Sliding behind our serrated valley rim
Asphalt blending into the sky,
Early golden hour.
Twenty minutes further,
The hills blending into the road.
䷃䷆
a fool
assaults
a bandit
agony