Thursday, August 30, 2012

what I dwell on

still

the man who plays
the gentlest instrument
has gone from 
a prior instance of the time
when you thought everything was within your grasp

when you thought everything was within a green sphere of the 

darkest kind of life

please

tell me you don't think of me
anymore

I'm not even close to the
man who is
right for you

not even close to the man
who believes the things you
want him to

I'm not even close.

Not even close to the
man whose smoothness,

whose softest derivatives
you thought you knew.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Personal Title IX

That oh-so-female-friendly of websites that I love, a certain "reddit," has SO BRAVEly declared in not one, but two recent threads that women are worse at sports than men.  This is because they regularly and invariably lose at the uppermost tiers of professional play when competing against a biologically superior counterpart, i. e. men.

Yes, reddit, you're correct.  Empirical evidence demonstrates that professional male athletes at the top of their game will win head-to-head athletic competitions with female professional athletes of a similar relative ranking (or even drastically lower), and often handily.  Sorry, reddit, if I'm killing your buzz with my clinical tone here.  I'll leave the chest-thumping and all-caps proclamations of the factual accuracy of this statement to you, since you're the expert.  However, let's have some fun by distinguishing this assertion as FACT (all-caps intended, inspired by that wonderful feeling of being RIGHT) for future reference.

Now, let's examine some of the implications going on in the sidelines.  Cue a bit of sarcasm on my part:

A non-trivial proportion of the posts in the aforementioned threads ascribe the disparity of interest in female and male sports to this FACT.  In short, I and America prefer the Lakers to the Sparks entirely because of the FACT that Lakers would whip up on the Sparks with a score of a bajillion to minus 5.  It's a FACT that high school hockey teams beat the American women's Olympic squad, and therefore people aren't terribly interested in women's hockey.  Indeed, one might conclude that redditors are entertained by sports for no other reason than the opportunity witness feats of strength that only men could provide to prime-time television.

Now, I'll admit that some of the feats of strength you see in mainstream (i. e. Men's) sports are impressive.  I squeal a little every time I watch Michael Jordan take off from the foul line in the slam-dunk contests of the late 80s on youtube, a feat which I suspect most women (not to mention most men) would struggle with.  However, I'm very skeptical that the FACT that men excel in most modern statistical measures of athleticism is the primary reason that people aren't interested in watching the WNBA.

In the spirit of Bill Nye's recent AMA, consider the following.  First, Americans were very interested in sporting events in an era where radio broadcasts and reading the newspaper were the best way to experience them.  Second, professional sports teams make pretty impressive sums of money from hawking merchandise featuring nothing but a logo.  Both of these suggest pretty strongly that what sports fans really enjoy about watching sports is A) witnessing and experiencing the conflict and ensuing suspense of a competition between two groups of people and B) finding identity within a franchise in that conflict.  I myself regularly refer to my alma mater's football team in the collective first person.  My semi-regular utterances of "we won yesterday," in the fall pretty strongly suggest I'm doing my best to live vicariously through the triumphs of Steve Spurrier and Marcus Lattimore.  I'm also pretty sure I'm not the only person who does this, although "we" might be the New York Yankees more often than the South Carolina Gamecocks.

Now, it seems reasonable to say that the vast majority of vicarious living through sports stars is through the trials and tribulations of men, since they're the most visible and most well-compensated for their efforts in that field.  If you believe that this idea of rooting for individuals you want to identify with drives sports fandom in a major way, it might not surprise you to hear that sports viewership is predominantly male.  There's one event in which that trend changes, though.  It just so happens to be a FACT that women over 18 beat men in the same age demographic by around 8 percentage points in viewership in the olympics, and this is in spite of some blatant sexism in the airtime of men's sports.  Huzzah for statistical superiority!

Imagine that!  Women, interested in what is perhaps the most heavily publicized incident of women participating in sports!  Isn't that something?  Perhaps the female monolith is particularly interested in the ballroom dancing, or maybe they're just drooling over Michael Phelps' exposed abs.

Snark aside, despite our relative disinterest in women's sports (and integrating women into our cultural narrative generally), we've managed to pass a piece of legislation dedicated to promoting women's participation in athletic activities supported by taxpayers.  I'm a little biased, as you may suspect, but I think Title IX is great.  I think it's done wonders for promoting female interest and participation in sports, and I think that's good for everybody.  Furthermore, I find it terribly refreshing to see a piece of American legislation crafted specifically with the aim of promoting gender equality and the empowerment of women, and I hope to see more of that in my lifetime.

As fantastic as Title IX is in these respects, though, it can only go so far in promoting a more female-positive attitude in sports, particularly with respect to viewership.  Our support and our fandom for female athletes must begin to match that of male athletes if we really want to promote equality for women in sports.  Therefore, I offer the following for your consideration: A Personal Title IX.  Particularly in this Olympic season, when there is ample opportunity to support our female athletes, strive to match every event you watch of men competing on the world stage with one of women doing the same.

For the record, male olympians are stellar individuals whose feats of strength and athleticism are worthy of our attention and praise too, but really I don't think they're hurting for it.  I do think we like women's sports less for reasons that might include not liking women all that much and difficulty identifying with them as athletes.  If we make an effort to enjoy as much women's sports as we do men's at this year's Olympics together, maybe we can begin to change that.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Downbeat:
Hop on this bus,
ride and ride all night,
and get yourself past 
some long-dimmed streetlight.

That scent of strange fruit,
fallen, breeds stranger fears
that hope just ain't a thing
(with feathered ears).

Backbeat:
Hey, pop!
Say, you got the time?
Soon as she comes,
I'm taking this line
all the way!
To its last stop.

Upbeat:
Soon you've come
to this end, a suburban
meadow and must
lose your sight at last
to protect what you've seen.
The most faithful of us
still listen for whispers passed
between our shared dreams.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Aubade

In a dark place,

the grass man whines
aloud, whistles for
the hound who'll
never come and
s'off having wild
dreams of daylight

in a dark place
full of quiet sound.

Elegy

All-passionate.

We say all-powerful, all-knowing,
(and fancier words for that)
but you, you were omnipassionate,
all the feeling in us unleashed,
untempered, and unafraid.

And the cosmos
came to realize this,
fell in love, was denied,
and couldn't quite cope.

The unrequited universe
convulsed and writhed 
over (the bigness of)
your steadfast pulse
and unrelenting hope.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Quatrains

1.
A certain untied parcel knot
felt unfulfilled and, poorly wrought,
could hardly even hold his place
upon the shifting package face!

2.
Each marble on the cool cement
had come to rest, but soon were sent
away!  All their sense awry
and the satisfied child's cry!

3.
Deep beneath the drizzled lawn
the mole prepares for sleep and yawns
"Why, I'd no idea this rain would seep
down here and wet me in my sleep!"

4.
On the summer-sizzling grill
a slowly simmering meal sits still.
Aspiring diners hope its fate
is to grace their empty plates!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

body

if i were
more angular
and jagged
with joints
and bones, visible
like the slowly
groaning cogs
of a reluctant
dynamo
if i were, i'd bet
you'd see
all the proud insides
on this guilty shell
of me

Monday, May 21, 2012

kink

freakishly lonely
with certain neighbors gone
all the atoms on the corners
bind the carbon
so quickly
so strongly

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Dearth

It wouldn't be the last
time, you said.  I felt
sure that my fingers
were gone from one
hand.  I was certain
all my extremities were
wilting fast, like some
time-lapsed montage
of savannah life-cycles.
In spite, I wouldn't wish
health upon a friend.  Nor
would I cry.  I'd rather
stand alone, purge eternity
from all memory of
this hapless man.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Meditation: Koln

o would you cry out
with your tin voice
in the most reluctant
of evenings would you
cry out, black and blue,
for all the pain I caused
for all the trouble I am

o would you make me free
o would you help me breathe
would you care to
let me down easy

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Etude

It's not so
easy for me
to yearn for much
in January.

Forgive me if
I say a cross word
or two this month,
I just get sour over
how much I feel bullied
by the wind chill.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Return

Polished steel and gears are nice to think about:
perfectly aligned teeth that churn and whirr
and an immortal hardness, enviable, sure!

I would act his part, following on sidewalks
beholden to the android pied piper,
I imitate his rigid joints, and pivot-walk
as if to say nothing but "I am" and none
would do me harm, though they try.

But the mind that makes me pliable
to metal dreams of silvered-sleek
seems only to come home wrapped
in this imperfect heart of me.