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The ? Final ? Draft (nope) of that "Star Trek" sonnet ...
1. I remembered, in replying to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raze, yesterday, that I eventually learned react before the scary music cue, and thought that it might be good to make that clear.
2. Much of the language in this poem is self-reflective, adult, and jargony. So I tried to make the two lines where I'm "hiding," at least, sound more like the voice of the two-year old me (cue Eleven's regeneration speech).
3. Question -- Considering the above: Back then, my actual name for the show was "Scare Trek." Should I call it that, in the poem?
A SPASTIC CHILD WATCHES THE T.V.
I learned to tell a story at age two
(At least, the craft of pacing and suspense).
Propped up between my parents on the couch,
With season one of “Star Trek” on the screen,
I could not hide, but quickly learned:
Anticipate the music's minor shift,
Then plug my ears and close my eyes and hum
Until the things that scared me went away.
I never feared the aliens as much
As all the angry shouts and lasers' whine
That always happened – every episode –
As soon as any “monster” came on-screen.
Could I have understood, as young as that:
My difference, too, was something that they feared?
raze, yesterday, that I eventually learned react before the scary music cue, and thought that it might be good to make that clear.2. Much of the language in this poem is self-reflective, adult, and jargony. So I tried to make the two lines where I'm "hiding," at least, sound more like the voice of the two-year old me (cue Eleven's regeneration speech).
3. Question -- Considering the above: Back then, my actual name for the show was "Scare Trek." Should I call it that, in the poem?
A SPASTIC CHILD WATCHES THE T.V.
I learned to tell a story at age two
(At least, the craft of pacing and suspense).
Propped up between my parents on the couch,
With season one of “Star Trek” on the screen,
I could not hide, but quickly learned:
Anticipate the music's minor shift,
Then plug my ears and close my eyes and hum
Until the things that scared me went away.
I never feared the aliens as much
As all the angry shouts and lasers' whine
That always happened – every episode –
As soon as any “monster” came on-screen.
Could I have understood, as young as that:
My difference, too, was something that they feared?