Polymer Envy... poem

Polymer Envy

Melted, formed, imprinted purposes

Momentary freedom instantly purchased

A zip and a current of electrons and digits

Fake flowers, twine, medications and power

Something unseen, seemed distant and unreal

Processes unaware, systems don’t care, unfeeling

Accumulate, accrue, accept the compounded problems

A polymer trap, spun into a fine fibrous web

Celluloid superstitions projected, reflected, absorbed

Serial celebrity promising, reassuring, absent

Wishes and aspirations evaporated and vented

Nothing is larger than life…

Thin laminated screens and light flat consoles

Commerce adverted, three minutes, credits

Operas of the ridiculous and heroes of pretenders

Respect the projection, instead of the reflection

Moving walls and windows whispering wishes…

Aspirations aspirated, spiritus asper

***

A cut, tuck, snip a slice and now everything is nice

Or what others saw in the mirror and smashed it

Dolls of human frailty share true similarity

The spin doctors weave threads of Teflon fiber

Silicon survivors, a simple insecurity may kill

On a vanity a doll rests

***                      

Prosthetic, unnecessary posing, positioning to polymers

Plagiarism of porcelain masks and figurines

Film featuring fraudulent faces grimace and gleam

Garrisons of gleeful drama and uplifting idiocy

Plastic people playing on soulless celluloid and screens

Perpetuating pathetic projections without responsibility

***

Illumination of electric fluidity and radiation entertainment

Traveling at the speed of invention, overwhelming information blooms

Distillates, isomers, refraction contraption enlightens the heavens

Resistant to rust and some flames, fire resistant extinguishers

Cultivated toxins as mistaken panaceas, a synthetic lifestyle

Leading to synthesis, symbiosis---evolution in the

Process the small ripples get lost in the proceeding waves

Of delusion. 

***

To sell the synthetic to the synthetic?

To create the more consistent synthetic aesthetic

because they don’t

Believe in their owned authenticity

Remiss we will see permutation of disparate disparities

Money a creation, plastic credit inventors, insecure ideals of beauty

Caused by what?  Celebrity and misery certainly

Cleft palate is one thing,

But to have surgery to just fix a bump on your nose?

AND YOU CAN DIE, AUTHENTICALLY, Really.

Retrovirus by Jimmy Palmiotti & Justin Gray. Give. Help.

RETROVIRUS by Jimmy Palmiotti on Kickstarter  click here.

Please read this description taken from the Retrovirus page on Kickstarter and give generously. This idea is well worth the minimum of a $5 donation and the perks are pretty cool. Help Zoe save the world.

Quoted material from the Kickstarter website:

 Hey friends, 

The plan here is to raise enough money to get the RETROVIRUS graphic novel published this fall. We will be using the money from the pledge incentives to pay for the production of the book. We are looking towards the ever growing community of fans of the graphic novel format to support this project like you did for our very successful QUEEN CRAB kickstarter project. 

The video above features work in production from the book itself. I did not do a voice over this time because the art can speak for itself and the story is below. Yes, I cannot stand the sound of my own voice. On to the book itself...
In the vein of Andromeda Strain, Altered States and Jurassic Park, Retrovirus seamlessly blends human drama, action, science fiction and horror in a 58 page graphic novel written by Jimmy Palmiotti & Justin Gray [ Queen Crab, Jonah Hex, Triggergirl 6]  and illustrated by Norberto [ the tattered man] Fernandez. Design and lettering will be by Bill Tortolini, our guy on Creator-Owned heroes and Queen Crab. 

This will be collected into a hardcover edition, and is for MATURE audiences. 

The cover will be done by the award winning artist AMANDA CONNER.

THE STORY:  When Zoe, a brilliant young scientist who specializes in identifying extinct viruses is offered a job away from the city at a remote research facility in Antarctica, she soon discovers her employer has unearthed a perfectly preserved Neanderthal. That is only one of the many dark secrets lurking at the facility as Zoe races against time to stop a global pandemic.
 We sure hope there is something for everyone in the pledge catagories.
And again, thanks in advance. We know you can spend your hard earned dollars just about anywhere else, so we are doing our best to give you all the best work possible.
Thanks,
Jimmy, Justin and Nomberto.

So ends the quoted material.
BTW, Jimmy Palmiotti is skilled writer and is generous with his time when contacted. He replies to tweets unlike some who will remain nameless. Rock on. Give. Click this link http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1397702842/retrovirus-graphic-novel-by-jimmy-palmiotti-and-ju

A gigalo.

Take a break. Relax. Watch how a music video was made back when David Lee Roth still could do crescent kicks without pulling his back. Bo zee bo zee bop ditty bop.   

Okay, so I'm continuing to build suspense for the cover (I swear it isn't on purpuse though) by showing you the fully colored pages two and three first. Hopefully everyone enjoyed the colored page one. Pages 4, 5, 6 and of corse the cover soon to follow. Once I have them up, we'll add the letters and you can see the completed results. Enjoy!

Museum piece

Museum

A suggested donation is paid as

paint dust, dried rainbow, faded flakes

flutter in the columns of over head light

bouncing off the tile floors dispersing

the diamond flecks of inspiration in

the pristine recycled air.

Avenues of captured sight are lined with

the painted and engraved mirrors in which

few dare to truly gaze.  Plug in and be guided along.

Theories and educated guesses swirl

as invisible smoke that is present

as real forestalling silence. 

A boy dressed in a business suit says

“That picture with the lady and the baby is pretty.”

As his father listens to the prerecorded commentary

from his white plastic covered earphones.

The boy loosens his tie as a pot has caught

his eye and he rushes to the pedestal.

He tries to stop but the body and base

collide.  The pendulum once in motion

cannot find its center.

On to the tile, the Grecian Urn falls

to become pieces, parts of a sum

that litter the avenue so none shall

pass as a claxon call terrifies the patrons

and alerts the curator to call the insurer

but the father cannot hear.

Guards in gray, underpaid and sleepy in their cells

converge upon the disintegrated past

as the reflection of a badge

glitters in the father’s eyes.

Light takes time to deliver the dance

of inverted images into the mind and we

forever chase the present and live in

passed by moments.

The urn was broken before the boy

saw it shatter.