The headline prints that Brad Pitt's just an old
man tripping - Pitt's own words, oblivious to
their own iambics, feeling slightly polled
but scolding - "Hey, I'm forty-eight; don't you
fall down from time to time?" The woes of age
in Pittscapes must include a cane, a tabloid
estate and testament, a daily wage
he lives on, and Ms. Croft; the things his haploid
foundation needs. Still, I don't know this Pitt
the Elder and, at thirty-five, my scaffolds
possess integrity. My cells, unfit
for zombies in the zeitgeist, seem so baffled
beside Pitt's deconstructions. I'm alive
and keen, with no dead eras to survive.
2 comments:
Horror! You mean you are actually serious about writing modern sonnet garbage that would not have made the grade one hundred years ago? La, wherefore?
Oh, well. Tradition might be a lonely road, but whatever.
Brad Pitt....was he the irresistibly cute actor in Bourne Identity? If so, he can definitely make nearly 50 look not so bad. Yet for all that, I'm too happy to be his junior.
So you talk boldly. Ah, there's danger in that, so please don't let my comment be reckoned in with the brash folly of youth.
Lovely tribute to the reality creeping on the adored actor, paired nicely and effectively with the youngster's response.
Excellent imagery. A pleasure to read....excepting the rotten format.
For Brad Pitt, think Interview with the Vampire, Legends of the Fall, 12 Monkeys, involved with Angelina Jolie. He was in the news twice recently, and both phrases caught my attention because they scanned suitably well for iambic poetry. When he was seen walking with a cane, he told the press, "I'm just an old man tripping." In a separate interview, a reporter asked him (pertaining to his upcoming zombie movie) if there are "zombies in the zeitgeist." I already had the first phrase in my notebook begging to be sonnetized, and the second sealed the deal. "Brad Pitt" is perhaps a spondee but it scans sufficiently well. Oh, and he looks unfairly good for his age too.
I am not using capital letters to start lines in this one (nor the previous one). Someone commented that the "retrograde capitalization" detracted from the poetry, and that made me wonder why I was doing it in the first place except out of habit, much as some people put a comma after each line because that's what they think poetry mandates. So I stopped, and made a joke out of it for Starship.
I don't think anything I write would pass the mustard a century ago, and suspect most sonnets written then would likewise fail today. :)
Thanks for reading!
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