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napowrimo #3, or will Barbie attend my funeral?

April 3, 2011

I wrote this morning from another of the Big Tent Poetry prompts: Write about when you don’t feel like yourself.

REMOVED FOR EDITING.

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A quick note before I rush off & shower & try to meet Jill on time for our writing date: I like the first two stanzas of this very much; not-so-thrilled with the turn it takes after that. And the line about votes for best poet is a local controversy that I’m not sure works here at all, but it’s what came today!

Sorry if I was the one to break the news about Barbie & Ken, by the way. Maybe you didn’t know they’d split up. But take heart! They’re back together. You can read about it here. And if you’re so inclined you can friend them both on Facebook. They each have pages. And they talk to each other. Lovey-dovey stuff.

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6 Comments
  1. April 3, 2011 8:24 am

    I love this poem and am eager to see what happens to it next.

    Gripped by the yielding woman and plastic marriage ideas, by the images, by the black snake.

  2. April 3, 2011 12:11 pm

    The two stanzas are definitely stronger than the last two, but the thoughts are interesting throughout… that swarm of wasps is killer, though. Like in a good way.

  3. April 3, 2011 1:49 pm

    C-lee, I’m sure you’ll want to tweak and revise this text at some time, and when you do, well, two key words, satire and Mattel, are misspelled. Sorry to be such a damned English major.

    I think your linking of Barbie with divorce is a little inchoate, at this point, because Barbie & Ken, were never married. Though they were an institution. Sort of like Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift, iconically a permanent item in the collective consciousness

    She broke up their dating relationship in 2k4 to hook up with Blaine, an Australian surfer doll, but also in order to hurt Ken, and dramatically so, to make him really want her.

    (Also, in order to sell more dolls, you’d need a Ken doll for breakup scenes and a Blaine doll for kissy hookups. Plus Ken could be around sulking, and the friend doll, Heather, or whatever, could console Ken, but just as a friend, — he shouldn’t hit on her, that would be unthinkable, because he can only think of Barbie.)

    Next time they break up, there should be a leggy black-haired Angelina skinny bitch doll with quarter-pounder lip implants, who has about nine kids with Ken as she stars in movies with him — many of the kids from other countries, other moms and dads — and is constantly on the cover of Vanity Fair with him. (While Barbie stays stuck in cable tv, who’s sorry now?)

    ~ Mike

  4. April 3, 2011 1:56 pm

    Actually, Angelina would be a BRATZ.

  5. April 4, 2011 1:08 am

    My favorite lines:

    I wont say it. I have made everything up
    that I’m going to make up.

    🙂 that just made me grin and grin.

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