The Prodigal Daughter

I am not a very political person. Usually I am stuck in my self indulgent world of poetry and fiction. Occasionally I come across something in the news and political world that catches my eye. On Sunday former president Bill Clinton had an interview with fox news “journalist” Chris Wallace. What interests me about the interview is how eloquent Mr.Clinton is. He really steps forward and presents his arguments accurately. I enjoy to see a politician stick up for himself and what he actually believes in from time to time. Chris Wallace is left dumbfounded and just keeps repeating himself. See both parts of the video here:
Part I
Part II
Then you can read all of these handy reactions to it:
Here

White and Open

I.
Physical manifestation
of internal
Bruising:
On white open thighs
Posing on toe
Tips:
Of nails getting
Tender flesh caught
Underneath:
Your guise there
Is something to be
Noting:
The largest connection
Of underground sewage
Systems:
Coursing beneath vast
Curious and ancient
Piping:
In whatever it is that
Vehemently needs to be
Broken...
II
Sky over the sand dunes
Soaked in monsoon water
Pink and blue strands of cloud
Reflected in pools of mud
Between toes of unclad feet:
	White
		AND
			Open
Until the mountains
Cut them off and
Lock them in to keep
From sifting themselves
And propagating alabaster
Nuclear poisoned winds:
	White
		AND
			Open
	
Are the lies that sluice
Through that slit of a mouth
Like the water from a sky
That has decided to purposely
Drown the desert in its:
	White
		AND
			Open...
III
Woes that harbour
Until it can do no
More:
Storytelling to a
Youthful mind of
Change:
In wind and weather patterns
Globe tilting on its
Axis:
Of an already asymmetrical
Muscle atrophied physical body
Laying:
On its side in an
Exertive act of sleep
Not:
Racing the sun to extinction
Of landscapes left barren,
White,
and,
Open.

Another Sestina…

Visitation

Flown over landscapes full
Of plastic train model trees and hills
Into the lackadaisical desert sprawl
Visiting your only kin for an event,
An observance of time and past
Years that have only now been exposed.

Memories, partially erased and underexposed,
Now surface in verbal combat, unfaithful
To the truth and emerging out of past
Sacrifices made but not seen over hills
Of fictitious internal anamenses; not real events
That bore them into unconscious sprawl.

Across a one room apartment words are sprawling
Up the walls and into pipes onto any exposed
Surface that can be tainted; unable to prevent
Themselves from being spilt from an over-full
Mouth, previously kept in feminine foothills
Over decades of experiencing similar events,

All of which have been irrelevant
Until this moment of solecism and sprawling
Tongues in a drunken gesture under hills
Of New Mexico only to be exposed
In a very conscious deliberate act fully
Clear to the witness of the event.

Sprinting away on cursory feet in post-event
Horror of the grotesque manipulation, out past
The darkness into the void of a hole,
Falling legs and arms left in a black sprawl
Mumbling expletives and obscenities in exposition,
Climbing with bruised muscles up a dirt hill.

Truth nor apologies will be told in the hills
Of New Mexico or in any event
To transpire between us, though it’s exposed
As clear as anything in the past.
Time overwhelms in a gripping sprawl
That creases skin and strikes lives once full.

The hills forever hold damage now passed
On as an event/memory, sprawling and cancerous
Through blood always to be full of exposed absent apologies.

Trey Parker and Matt Stone were recently enlisted to create and direct an employee video for Universal Studios. It seems to me as if it was more like a video for executives that makes fun of their own studio, but who can turn down the likes of sylvester stallone, m j fox, or angela landsbury? This is one of the most humorous things that I have watched on the internet on while. Enjoy its old timey news reel feel and the phrase “old and stupid”.
Universal Studios Employee Video