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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Carrie Conners, originally from West Virginia, lives in Queens, NY and is an Associate Professor of English at LaGuardia CC-CUNY. Her book Luscious Struggle was published by BrickHouse Books in 2019. Her poetry has appeared in Quiddity, Little Patuxent Review, Animal, RHINO, and The Monarch Review, among other publications. She is also a poetry reader for Epiphany.
Poets Resist
Edited by Logan February
July 18, 2019
Edited by Logan February
July 18, 2019
Shark Week
I’m old enough to remember when it was boring. Hour long documentaries tracking the migratory patterns of hammerheads. 10-minute commentary-free shots of basking sharks slowly trolling for plankton, gigantic mouths agape, big schnozes pointed towards the surface. Mesmerizing. Always made me crave popcorn. Now it’s fake documentaries about giant, prehistoric sharks Megalodon: The Monster Shark Lives! (newsflash: it doesn’t). Titles used to be informative, sometimes veering towards twee: Sharks: Predator or Prey?, Sharks of Polynesia, Sharks of a Different Color, The Shark Takes a Siesta. Now it’s salacious: Top 5 Eaten Alive!, Primal Scream, Great White Serial Killer, Shark Week 2013: Fins of Fury. And now, it’s forever connected to Trump and Stormy Daniels foreplay. He already lit the tiki torches, converted Walmart into a kiddie prison, ignored the starving polar bears, poured lighter fluid on the Gaza Strip, so of course, he had to go after the deep sea and fuck up Shark Week, too, more than Discovery Channel execs ever could. Now every time I see a snaggletoothed sand tiger on the screen I’ll think of the Donald getting spanked by Stormy with a magazine bearing his own smug face. Oh Poseidon, we need your help. I’m on my knees. Take us back to a time before that spanking, before November 2016, before Michael Phelps raced a CG great white, to when things were gloriously boring. We’ll do better this time. We promise. We have to. If we don’t, summon tsunamis with your trident, let the sea swallow the land. We don’t deserve it.
Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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