Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Power and the Glory

Ahh, power. So delicious. So terrifying. When you seek power do you seek it to protect yourself or to abuse others? But that's too easy. Write a poem or prose about power. Anything. Like Iron Chef, I want you to prominently display the soul of 'Power' however you see it.

Sorry for not updating Feb 18. I'll see what I can do to make it up to you.

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  1. Shaman pipe. Kilo of coke. Tea party cell. Woodstock. Chinese despot. Tibetan popinjay. Audacity of hope. Ring of the pope. Gabriel read the word. Father’s only son. Nihilism. Punk Rock. The American Flag. The Mexican Flag. Culture. Identity. Voter Registration Card. Lexus. Rogaine. Dick pills. Gucci. Prada. Scalpel clocks. Timeshares. Servants. Haitian orphans. Afghani orphans. Afghani opium. Opium palace. MNE. “Do it now.” “ASAP.” Stoploss. Draft. Hegemony. Irony. History. Corea. Death drive. Love of life. Narcissus. Ahab.

    Should I continue with the delusion? Detail more implements of this thing we call power? I always find new ways to describe the invisible hand. The hand that guides. The hand that slaps. The hand that speaks. The hand holds the eye. Apotropaism. Fist shoved deep in pocket. Jerked out as beacon. So we can’t see that the only power that exists is that which we exert upon ourselves.