Film Haiku No. 4

Children of Men (2006)
Julianne Moore, Clive Owen, Michael Caine

~

hippie Michael Caine
Clive Owen with a hip flask
tries strawberry cough

~

world has gone to shit
immigrants are scapegoated
sounds familiar

~

grimy dark future
humankind is infertile
an apt extinction

Film Haiku No. 3

Rounders (1998)
Matt Damon, Edward Norton, Gretchen Mol, #spoilers

~

a dodgy friendship
ensnared by his loyalties
missteps and hard knocks

~

an interest in law
interferes with his calling
this hold’em genius

~

Teddy’s cookie tells
that ace could not have helped him
he flops a nut straight

Prime Time

the even number community
bolsters pride
in its fabulous wealth
of integer factors

as the prime number
elites remain aloof
in the rarefied air
of exclusivity

the algebraic equation
is a bit smug
having solved for X
in an abstract balancing act

and the methods of calculus
have long forgotten
their perch on the shoulders
of the lowly plus and minus

the mathematics of movement in
all these dreams
persists after dawn
in the calculating daylight

the illusions within their
clouds of persistence are indeed
a wonder to behold
with or without the proofs

Starfish Enterprise

Star Trek: Reboot
Grudge. Against. The Federation.

Dear Hollywood,

Did you really just give us the same basic story three times in a row? Whiny, pathetic little galactic Bond villains lashing out at the Federation? You revived the crew of the original Enterprise, younger, shiny and beautiful, perfectly cast, and you give them nothing interesting to do but exchange body blows with bad guys on a blue screen of perfectly rendered CGI just like every other soul crushing superhero reboot?

Star Trek TOS was a formative thing in my young television watching life, so when I saw you flirting with the idea of returning to the spirit of the original show, with younger incarnations of the original cast, I did get a little excited. There was always a sense of awe and wonder in those old episodes, and they out-shone everything else on the tube in those days. The show’s startling originality is something I’m afraid that you will never have the guts to pursue, and the irony is bitter as you pick away at the bones of something truly original and use the scraps to produce shit. On behalf of Gene Roddenberry I just want to say, fuck you, Hollywood. Louis CK is right. You just make shit. You are a machine that spews shit.