I am guest blogging on Best American Poetry's blog this week. This is one of the poems I featured there today. The poem reminds me of the film, Contagion, or what I have heard of it. I am not sure why anyone would want to watch a movie about the spread of deadly disease.
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It might because of a general "sixth sense" on the part of what was once called the populous (now composed of 92.5% zombies) that a massive and as yet unidentified and unacknowledged deadly contagion is spreading amongst us, the latest outbreak of the ominous ignis fatui preluding the End.
This must also be the source of the otherwise inexplicable vogue in curious imprecations and predications involving that "b" word which used to cause 13 year olds to get their mouths washed out with soap when their moms heard them using it in the back seat of the SUV on the way to soccer practice.
Well, maybe not anything so extremely old fashioned as real honest to goodness Castile. Mint flavoured dental floss possibly.
A contagion of b-ing!
I love this -- the drawing, the title and the words. I wouldn't wish to see that movie either. Curtis
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