Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Moths, Scorpions And Unreal Women



Two beautiful little Japanese women sing
for the giant creature Mothra and Mothra comes
to help them. Apparently a song is a song.
Things can be small or large but a song is a song.
And small things, apparently, can sing to large things.

If it’s safe, that is, to philosophize around
old, low-budget, black and white Japanese movies
that were made to capitalize on the spirit
of old, low-budget, black and white monster movies
made here, like “The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms,”
but crafted with Japanese content and starring
guys in suits instead of careful animation.

It’s easy to think large things are special effects—
stop-motion animation or actors in suits.

But right now as I type this a hunter, giant,
larger than any building, is standing due south.
Orion, the Hunter, outlined in stars—Rigel,
Bellatrix, Betelgeuse—so bright, such a giant,
even the city’s bright street lights cannot hide him.
Hours from now there will be a giant scorpion,
Scorpius, its heart the bright, blood-red Antares,
in the same spot. There are stories about those two—
of the scorpion killing the mighty hunter
and the gods putting them far apart in the sky
to prevent them from fighting for eternity.

There are things larger than movie special effects.

Songs are real, too. I’ve heard people play and sing them.

I’m trying to get better at playing guitar,
and keyboard, and singing along with my playing.

Someday I’m going to meet beautiful, tiny
Japanese women who sing songs for Mothra and
I want to be able to play and sing along.

I’ve met women who aren’t beautiful, tiny
Japanese women who sing songs for Mothra but
I’m never able to convince myself they’re real.










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“The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms” at Wikipedia



Orion the Hunter at Wikipedia


Scorpius the Scorpion at Wikipedia



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Industrial Landscape, Industrial Decay, Jazz

Fly me to the Moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words
Take my hand
In other words
Kiss me
























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