Sleeper Movie Review

Imagine our future
as seen in this Woody Allen suture
Apes don't read philosophy
so each one could be out for one's self ...
... , our future was sunny
Maybe back when,
Woody Allen was funny.
by Pat Darnell

It was late one early night
we were watching "Sleeper" on the tube--
you know, with Keaton and her Silly putty nose ...
She claims two positions and trends:
... 'Sex' and 'Death' as harbingers --
presage to what will become --
but as those two ideas intend ...
... already have been done, ... yes, dead ringers,
That,
When it comes to an end ... we wish it to go on.

Elm Street is much changed
Robots like HAL, the avenues roam,
getting confused at crossroads
just like humans getting hanged --
like Jurors' contrasting impressions,
Ambivalent as Nietzsche tomes ...
... adverse to change in direction,
... static as gnomes

By the way;
Sleeper never sleeps and,
whatever he eats, he slips on --
like it cannot be real,
because peels and rinds remain behind ...
with giant chicken,
which prompts the plot to thicken
and creates apprehension ...
... about His POD left around to satisfy
His pons ... Woe is me ...

Di's and Wood's very funny troubles
often bring out their stunt doubles --
like His new robot dog pet, Tricky-woo,
when Sleeper gets his brain rubbed out
-- Puppy is a true sport too ...
as its command is his master's wishes ...
... makes one question about:
'Say, what about the fishes?'

We wonder why
She disbelieves He;
... because later He disbelieves She;
all because 'Big Brother ...
... redesigns their pedigrees;
so that two equals three --
'Till the end we are a'swirl,
but thankfully, in final scene ...
da' Boy kisses da' Girl.

[pd\Bryan TX\04.16.2010]
Patrick Darnell

Noah

As he got older
His hearing sharpened
His hair did not thin
He didn't need much sleep ...

Instructions received
by Noah and his family:

Two of each animal
Two of each living thing
Two of each living thing in Earth
and Seven of each clean animal.



Patrick Darnell

Building Blocks of Young Adults

Structure like any structure
is only time, space, and dates ...
also place ... but

Time causes all the fussing;

Time draws the constant linear
that society needs when it is aware;

Many in the present society
have drawn lines in the sand
for sake of benevolence
altruism, and philanthropy...

Time must not advance
till these histrionic mileposts
are set... some would say --

[ ... ]

A helping hand
you can bet
will not come from
your fellow man!

Consider who you are
dealing with;
highly technological
illogical, detoured
data-packed
screw worm...

Theory tacks
and thumbnail hacks
sketches of guilt sacks!

Party to
many initiates
and apprenticeships
until met
the class of worker
who does nothing
until once free
to produce and bloom
then be compensated.

However, relate to
dilemmas
they shall plan
more months
in advance
weeks at a time
till things come to pass

Convert, invert,
challenge and confuse,
react.

Do things get better?
Easier than the climate --
that by the way,
makes one sick;
reminds them of mornings
inspires odd behaviors --
'n mixtures of water
times guilt
up built
upon heaps of complex blotters

Actions therefore deny
state of society
and blur the reason for existence
because numbers of
tasks remain unfinished.

And they are left
with the guilt-phobias
that never get extinguished
even in truth of personality
or diminished return on investments
while the push of time
leaves them bereft structures --
the building blocks of young adults.


Patrick Darnell

Patina

Personal thoughts
certain distillates
of character
precipitates
becoming
third person

Not a whip
nor a will
rather
a Bobolink
on a sill
by newsprint
crumpled
ink stained
moldy
songs of old

Protecting
images on glass
where paper marbles
and tears
and sand disintegrates
'n rubs off ancient silver
from photographs, not permanent

Memories of
lives and
substance
energies would
be lost otherwise
no physical evidence
left behind
save patina
protecting time
Things forever held
and felt in the mind.


Patrick Darnell (1.7.2001)

Conquest

Like a hockey puck
to the gut
... Realization

Like a large dimensional
foot print on Mars
... Disclosure

Like severance of
a tether
... Deliverance

Like honey
on a brick
... Sticky

Like snow
on a mountain
... Unstable

Like Jesus
in a tomb
... Temporary.



Patrick Darnell

Pig

Groomed for pork burger

classed in category

buffered by ass purger

streamed by bestiary

Lapping up milk spilling

trimming the rules to fit

driving beasts to killing


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

“ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL, BUT SOME ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS” - George Orwell, Animal Farm, Ch. 10

Tap into the rhythm of the passersby
If they listen do I win, or do I die?
Ambitious drop zones carry your bitchin’ tune
While many fall victim to impending doom

Criminals are made, from all these pages torn
It’s you and me brother against elites born
One sniff of the leaders’ board leaves a foul smell,
do the math, you have a snow balls chance in hell.

As for a path to start I submit the above three
but add a fourth that $750 grand you will need
and as that hunger pain in your gizzard rumbles
It won’t hurt a bit if Art Linkletter is your uncle…


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

One Single Notion

One single notion:

Disorder out of chaos ...

Questions, like rebellion,
set adrift,
doubtful of surviving,
floating in sleeplessness.

Demands endless searches
assurances yet to come
... out of drawbacks
off warm but dangerous perches,

Rebellion in strangling circles ...

Learned, quiet, humility
detoxified,
recognized,
in broad natural effects

Genius spread on genome floor ...

Inspect, state, appreciate
a miracle of stamina

Balls of fortune
roll and bump
through gregarious
social walls

No flat surface
for potential
kinetic motions of
movable, dutiful, youth,

Who masters the rise
to be counted
by being encountered
on eave of this morrow.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)

Folk Song

Tall unbending
Leaves un-lending
to the call of the wind ...

Nature 'round us
still astounds us ...
Beauty found within.

And, in the shade
A figure laid
Cool and so calm ...

Look at our world.

Let it be
For I have seen
With Truth,
What it is
To find beauty.


[Author Unknown, Folksong from the 1970's]

Ho Hum

Marriage of convenience,
lifestyle; my manifest --
chosen availability
rather than question

Hit home; Comfort zone
I rarely leave it to anyone
acceptance dictates
economy of means
with similar results always
unrequited main stream.


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Eternal Materials of Construction

Sand castles...
above sand animals,
before high tide,
no respirators, nor,
foundation sound enough
to lay our life's' on

look for Jesus mud ...
maybe day will bring
it to light,

belief is reality ...
serious builds of bodies
need only apply, within ...

Hearing words...
to put them in actions,
build on rocks.

Rising water will not
destroy, nor move,
your dwellings.




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Do Tell

Tinker Belle
does not live here now
Her comforts,
here do not dwell.

But if she visits
with her graces
let me know.
Do tell.




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Are We All on the Same Side

To experience
counter-culture
in an extremely
out-patient
sort of way;

She simply removed
the choke chain
about her neck
and scurried
in a flash to hide from
any continuum of sanity

She said, are we on the same side?
but often left
those she had asked
before they could
answer;

And her trilogy
has no ending for the third book
only liabilities
of quickly written chapters
out of frustration
to put it to an end...

For others to read,
but others do not read
because it runs on,
looking like a
twist of a very old story.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

VOGON POETRY :: Discourse

[Picture LINK]


Poetry Discussion LINK 

Vogons are described as officiously bureaucratic, a line of work at which they perform so well that the entire galactic bureaucracy is run by them.

On Vogsphere, the Vogons would sit upon very elegant and beautiful gazelle-like creatures, whose backs would snap instantly if the Vogons tried to ride them. The Vogons were perfectly happy with just sitting on them. Another favourite Vogon pastime is to import millions of beautiful jewel-backed scuttling crabs from their native planet, cut down giant trees of breathtaking beauty, and spend a happy drunken night smashing the crabs to bits with iron mallets and cooking the crab meat by burning the trees.

In the movie, the Vogons seem to smash the crabs for no apparent reason besides pure pleasure at killing something.

The Vogons' battle-cry, and counter-argument to dissent, is "resistance is useless!"

Jeltz reading poetry to Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect in the television series, is a construct by Douglas Adams in his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Vogon Poetry is described as "the third worst poetry in the Universe". The main example used in the story is a short piece composed by Jeltz, which roughly emulates nonsense verse in style (example below).

The story relates that listening to it is an experience similar to torture as demonstrated when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect are forced to listen to the poetry (and say how much they liked it) prior to being thrown out of an airlock.

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

Guide description:"Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council, survived by gnawing one of his own legs off...
The very worst poetry in the universe died along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings[2]of Sussex... in the destruction of the planet Earth."

A second example of Vogon poetry is found in the Hitchhiker's Guide interactive fiction game that was produced by Infocom.

An unused extended version of the poem is also excerpted in Neil Gaiman's book Don't Panic: The Official Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Companion, in Appendix III.

A third example appears in The Quintessential Phase of the radio series, again written by Jeltz.

A fourth example appears in And Another Thing..., the sixth book in the trilogy written by Eoin Colfer. The poem is also written by Jeltz.

Jousting at the Cross Roads

"Patient horseman and husband be
…If you’re joustin’
…down in Houston vicinities
"With your spit-fire hard hittin’ horse

"At cross-roads danger lurks:
…crossing foes’ lines
…times of the signs
…dark dusky skies
"Pay attention, you’ll stay alive
as Patience is virtue of thine's...

Thus:
...at cross-roads
...you stay on course.”




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Before the creative spirit departed
They spoke in their childlike voice
To breathe the gift of life or not
Is a personal note of choice

I breathe the stone of life
Remarkable it stays unknown
Have mercy Lord over my soul
Indeed it is a poem.






© 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Golf Man

Muttering to his own mind distance and wind measurement
While Falstaff-tans approach, they are
Consuming and spreading out along borders
Some things one must take in faith ...

That miscreants, hellions, and twerps
Cannot prevail beyond the number seven,
And what is it they consume? Besides
Culture, their diet demands, gorging morals.

Wherewithal of deepening fracture,
Could tempt the perfect par eight to sway?
He, Golf Man, might at Fall be perfect in game
... perfect in stature,
In judging turf men's perfecting grass grain -
In conquering swells, grade and drift in gale.

Winter wave, late tee, lengthening shadow ball,
Perfect arcing hook at 300 pine tall
No meager male shall stall his golf
For love of tempestuous, herald par -
One cannot assume big boys tote and play here -
The association is more intimate by far.

Tyrants on steel horses cough,
Can come only so close to the life in golf.

Absent of guile,
Golf Man has a two lie --

Hardly noticing at all
... staid he cogitates the ball,
Hairy hands reach deep to putt
... heeds he no earthly call,
No wall of wind to overcome
... he putts to bird
Finally to golf god
... speaks he the third:

What a swing --
What an up lay --
'nift, the brass cup is stirred.

God, oh what may be asked
... more of any Golf Man.


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

In Che Direzione le tue Lacrime

In che' direzione le tue lacrime?
Dove vanno sempre, in preoccupazione o per bene?
Singhiozzi di incoraggiamento ...
Il messaggero di dolore
Visitando gli amanti separati
Che il loro affetto andra' via domani.

Questa casa e' vuota!
Non c'e' nessuna vita, potra' essere perche'
Non c'e' nessuna promessa e il dolore e' profondo!

Quando ti sei svegliata in terrore e hai parlato
... " No, per favore, No " ...
E' questa la paura di sbagliare
Nell' amore cosi' profondo
Nell' oscurita'
Senza fondo.

Abituati nelle tue lacrime
E le mie. Col sapore di sale.
Le preoccupazione del presente
Di essere da soli e senza dell' altro.

In che' direzione le tue lacrime?
Dove vanno sempre, in preoccupazione,
O per ill bene che' ha creato.

[For Marinell | 1991]
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Not in to It

Things we love dearly
go often astray
cold drinks clearly
won't right the day.

Love is mild sunstroke
nausea, throbs and pain
night terrors afloat --
volumes of water retained

Love is a blue heart
dead in its blood toll
-- to make it restart
will leave gaping holes

How love changes us
accidents happen
-- bloody dangerous --
... like walking in Manhattan.

Go we through motions
creating at best
no good solutions
we all know the rest

Love is our vintage
all bottled and stored
how we live and age
with those we adore.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Mom's Living Room

Many a parlay went down here.
...thirty years of dusty guitars,
and a wurlitzer for Garth,
a boogie-woogie piano by the rogue's gallery.

More than several over-nighters...
several puppies, and a comfy chair
for anyone whose dogs are tired.

Don't show me this again,
until I am there beside you.
Mom will probably make a little more coffee.
Someone will tell an old joke
and there will be laughter.

Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell