blogged29 Dec 2008 07:35 pm
doesn’t feel safe; it feels
like Starship Troopers
and keeps inducing that same
sort of nervous hysterical
laughter as that film does.
It’s the sound of helicopters
and mothers on the radio
listing off their sons
in the military and asking
for Walk Like an Egyptian
because it’s the one stationed
in Iraq’s favourite song.
__________
written by Racheline Maltese
rm.livejournal.com
“not so unrelated as I’d like,” 1/25/05
found by Timothy Green
Los Angeles, CA
(also published as a poem in Rattle #24, see: About)
[...] The idea for the Found Poetry Project came three years ago (incidentally, on my mother’s birthday). The Iraq War had been in full swing long enough that I was already getting tired of reading submissions to Rattle about it. Most of those submissions had their “hearts and minds” in the right place, for lack of a better phrase, and were written from a powerful core of emotion — but they often felt too forced, too obvious and predictable and repetitive. One morning I was reading a friend’s blog, and a short paragraphs lept out at me — That should be a poem, I thought. So I asked her if we could make it a poem, and we did. [...]