Cheap Skywriting

Communication.

It seems to be the topic de jour.

I'm sitting here listening to my Artificial Joy Club cd Melt, with the song Skywriting on repeat.
My favourite track on the album. And it got me thinking about some of my poetry. I ended up going through some of my scrapbooks looking for a few pieces I did back when I was still with Trainwreck. My most creative time for poetry actually.
Most of which I have forgotten about. Why, well because they are all about him. Yeah, I am that cliched and pathetic. When I am in a relationship or have a crush, I communicate to the guy by making him the center of my art.

Not on purpose.

No shocker there eh? as my blog is living proof of that fact.

Also no shocker that men and women communicate differently. Take for example, I had done a drawing of Trainwreck and photographed it. I gave him the photograph of the drawing. He tossed it into the glove compartment of his truck and did not even acknowledge it. I was crushed for days. Then one night at the bar when he was djing, he rigged the door prize of the night for me to win. I was insulted.
Our communication styles were so different. I think in art and he thought in money.

I think that's why so many women are drawn to romance novels/movies. It's the idea of the grand gesture.

What made Percy Bysshe Shelley such hot dren? You know, I have read his poetry and I find it lack luster. But yet, he was considered, and still is considered, one of the greatest poets ever.
It was part of what seduced Mary Shelley. No surprise when you think about it either, that both of their most popular works shared the same title. Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus and her husband's Prometheus Unbound .

I'm still searching for that kind of creative connection. But the message seems to disappear just when I think I have found that soul collaborator.

Can you share such a deep intimacy like that without falling in love? When someone opens the floodgates of creativity in you, what do you do when they close the door?
I think Mary Shelley got off lucky. Percy died on her. She lived her whole life knowing he was the One, knowing she had been his soulmate, his muse. There are some of us who still have to turn the corner down the street and hold our breath that we do not bump into our ex.

Least you step in that dog dren again and the stink never comes off.

We have come along way since the days of Mr. and Mrs. Percy Shelley. Maybe too far. Not only do we have a million ways to decode the communications we developed, we have just as many ways to block out the noise.
Men see a caller id and choose not to answer. They text cause it is less stress for them then actually picking up the phone. Webcamming has replaced a walk as a first date.
All this makes the face to face time that much more confusing when we do get there.

I guess it's time we got back to saying what we mean and meaning what we say.

Another song on the Melt cd has a line that goes "I say what I feel it gets me into trouble I feel what I say "

Miscommunication or what?

Dating 101 -Tips from the Non Dating Guru part 5

Who supersized all the men? And I am not talking about your d**ks either. Those lately have all been disappointing to see. I'm meaning, aren't there any short men left?
Dig this people, I am short 5 foot 7. Short. And because of my injuries I can NOT wear heels. So that makes me short. And all the men on the planet seem to be over 6 feet tall.
What ever happened to all the short men? Do I seriously need to Frankenstein someone here? Order a guy up or something? Yeah I'd like a 5 foot 9 man with dark brown hair chocolate brown eyes and pale as chalk skin and can you make him Irish if that 's at all possible age 27 and a side order of tofu fries for takeaway.
Another reason I really don't like craning my neck when I talk to a man. I have a permanent crick in my neck from having to look up at all the men in my family as all of them are over 6 foot 2. (dad, his brothers and my cousins are all tall.) It hurts just thinking about having to look up.

New Jude Law movie

Is this what Repo the Genetic Opera is based on?

This is what everyone is thinking is it not? So I just went to the Chapters website and looked up the author of the novel Repo Men (formally called Repossession Mambo) Eric Garcia then went to the wiki for Repo Genetic Opera.

Similarities are abound. Both written with the idea that the world has gotten to the point that we must have to pay massive for organ transplants and the repo men themselves have to go into hiding. Both were shot in the Fall of 2007 in Toronto.

Repo Genetic Opera was created originally in the 1990's as a stage production that was turned into a film.

Repo Men (Repossession Mambo) was written in 2003-2005 as a screenplay/book that was turned into a film.

I did not care for Repo Genetic Opera. It lacked something for me, though it had a few good original ideas running through it. It seems Genetic Opera came out first.

The Frankenstein Pages

WWEGIRL has a book club going right now, and we are reading Dracula.
I've read it before when I was in high school. So I'm just weaving in and out of the group.

But it got me longing for the other classic, Frankenstein.
I just reposted a couple of movie reviews I did from last month on the women's site I'm part of, over on my Alucard's Rose blog, of Frankenstein movies.
And it's got me longing still for more Shelley. (insert the overly obvious Alex Shelley jokes here you know you want to)

There is alot to be learned in that book. More then you think.
This is the version I have. The Tor Classics version, mass paper back. I know I have talked before about my interest in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and the odd connection I feel to this story.

Trust me folks, it will get stranger as time goes on.