Poems
by Mark Young

 

French Lemmas

 

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Tattoo You

 

One of the things that /

          freaks me out about this place /

 

the planes

 

no, no little Fantasy Island

vertically-challenged

hormone-deficient

subservient

Tattoo

 

frothing on the

beachfront

 

but

 

THE PLANES! THE PLANES!

 

It’s a

      small airport

 

with a

      fucking long runway

 

ideally sited &

suited to service

the military training area

      a few kilometers away

 

& in the

      night

or the

      early morning

 

every

      so often

 

the little propellered

commuter craft

are replaced by

 

THE PLANES! THE PLANES!

 

First

the chartered C5 Galaxy

 

[—Capacity: 36 fully-loaded 463L-type cargo pallets (88″ x 108″ @ 10,000 pound (4,536kg) capacity); 270 passengers in the air-bus configuration*; six transcontinental buses; two M1-A1 Abrams main battle tanks; seven UH-1 Huey helicopters; one U.S. Army 74-ton mobile scissors bridge. (A combination of pallets and wheeled vehicles can be carried together when required.)—]

 

that unloads tanks

in the middle of

the night & manages

to shake & wake an

entire city

 

& does it again

twenty-four hours later

on its way out

 

& then

the army

 

five jumbo jetfulls

 

in at ten minute

intervals & out

at the same rate

an hour later

 

& then

at an un-

specified time

 

the

fighter jets will come screaming

down the valley

 

& I will shit myself

with conspiracy paranoia

 

A Chord — B Major

 

B onus

 

broccolini

badinage

blindspot

bandicoot

Bratislava

breakfast

xenophobia

 

D tale

 

dermatitis

dainty

disproportionate

dressage

demesne or demeanour

daguerrotype

Mandelbrot

 

F elated

 

          feint

     filibuster

 

flotsam &

I loved it

when he

went down

swinging.

 

flocculemt

     fulsome

          flaccid

Perception & Projection

Perception is Projection, a topic covered from the first day of the NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) Coaching Practitioner Training, simply means that you cannot perceive anything around you that is not you. There is, however, no scientific evidence supporting the claims made by NLP advocates, which is why it is described as a pseudoscience based on outdated metaphors of the brain’s inner workings that are inconsistent with current neurological theory & contain numerous factual errors. — H.J. Heinz: 57 Varieties of synecdoche.

 

OK, that’s Factchecker out of the way.

So let’s go back to Carl Gustav & pro-

ject the hills are alive with the sound of

music & see how people perceive that.

 

“Projections change the world into the

replica of one’s own unknown face” is

what Jung said. Does that mean I look

like Julie Andrews & don’t know I doe

 

a deer? Oh dear. How will people per-

ceive me now that a few of my favorite

things are projected on my forehead?

Can they help bring me back to d’oh?

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