Meditations on Community that turns into a Poem about Karen Gillan and a Confession

So today I watched Community on the plane. I forgot how much that show makes me smile, even if it's an "off episode". From Abed's obsession with pop culture to Annie's naivete. Winger's sarcasm to Pierce's desire to belong despite his racist/homophobic outbursts. And Britta Perry, who is the ultimate buzzkill but has a vulnerable, nougat filled center. (That came out wrong) I also want the showrunner(s) to bring Ian back and his deadpan British wit, but that probably won't happen. He's probably dying from alcohol poisoning... But he might show up at the Inspector Spacetime convention where we'll hopefully find Ms. Karen Gillan

Karen Gillan

Karen Gillan, Karen Gillan

In Scotland, she be chillin'.

Brushing her phoenix red hair,

Frolicking in the highlands without a care,

She follows a time travelling alien around the 'Verse.

As she escapes breathlessly from a pirate curse.

Amy Pond: Girl who waited and kissing cop

Call her Amy Pond or Amy Williams, she'll never be forgot

I had to get that one off my chest. Songs/poems about actresses/fictional characters definitely float my boat. I adore "Alyson Hannigan" by a random pop punk band because she'll ALWAYS be Willow to me. Once I almost found a Felicia Day song on iTunes, but it was actually a bluegrass instrumental. It seems that almost anyone can put their music on iTunes nowadays. Some of these songs... "The Wobble?" Move away "Party Rock", this is the dumb as rock summer song. But I have a secret.

I love "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen (and "Kiss from a Rose" by Seal while we're at it). Two words: hella catchy. I think I'm intrigued by the irrepressible irrationality in all of it. (Guess who just used six words starting with 'I' in a sentence.) By the way, the Dr. Pepper I'm currently drinking is flatter than Keira Knightley. No offense to Ms. Knightley because I had a long enduring crush on you from 2005 to 2007 thanks to Pirates of the Caribbean, King Arthur, and Pride and Prejudice. But then you disappeared from my local multiplex. I'll round out this blog post filled with random crap about critically acclaimed sitcoms, long legged Scottish actresses, and summer guilty pleasures with this thought: vulnerability is the armor of an honest heart. (Thank you Britta Perry)

"The measure of a man lies not in what he says but what he does."- Clark Kent in All Star Superman 

Sheol Inverted

Sheol Inverted

In everyone, there is a monster.

A darkness offsetting our gentler souls

The twisted cherub devours the begging  sunflower  children that frolicked and played in bliss infested meadows.

This fierce angel whispers my name.

Taking the form of an overlong, exposition tinged monologue full of monosyllabic sweet nothings in Kabbalic Hebrew and Vulgar Latin.

Raguel gives me a kiss.

Greeted with gold-tinged harp crescendoes and soaring soprano voices, I ascend.

Into Dis

The Planets: Mars

This was an interesting planet to write about. Mars is our next door neighbor and has featured in a lot of  science fiction writing. Also, war is and will always be a relevant theme in American society.

Mars

The red god of war grins at the dawn.

Pockmarked and scored with craters of many battles,

His icy heart hidden by a rocky, sunken chest

Malacandra, Barsoom: it has gone by many names.

A home to warlike creatures and mankind's last hope

Of finding a new frontier to colonize and conquer;

Because the human race was born to reign

A lasting monument to frenzied violence and bloodshed,

The planet rusts, like a forgotten sword.

The Planets: Venus

Next up: the morning and evening star or the planet where women come from... Here is a tribute to this poisonous beauty

Venus

Trapped in the foam, underneath the clouds,

I breathe the sweet poison of your kiss.

Lungs wheeze, overcome by this asphyxial experience

Wrapped between the legs of the pale, lovely goddess,

I dissolve and slip away... defeated by her infectious touch

An object floating, innocence vanquished by treacherous beauty.

Love is fatal to the naïve enfants.

But love remains the last hope of the cosmos.