This is part one of my appearance on The Odd Mind with Angellesa. We talked about my novel length, narrative poem Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero and poetry in general.
This is a really great forum for poems. I read The Painted Womb and talked a little about Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero.
Movies
Zorba the Greek, Cool Hand Luke, Little Big Man, Seven Samurai, Il Postino, Clockwork Orange, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Lonely Are The Brave, A New Leaf.
Television
History and Science Channels, Rome.
Books
The Odyssey, Leaves of Grass, Rumi, Tao Te Ching, The Origin of Species, The Time of the Assassins, Njal's Saga, Man's Search for Meaning,The Spell of the Yukon, King Lear, Black Elk Speaks.
Marc Ladewig is the author of Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero, an original novel length, narrative poem, published by Infinity Publishing.com, available on Amazon.com.
Marc Ladewig posted Laugh At Them in his poetry blog, Cloud, Snow and Sea. Posted at 2:46 PM Nov 29 view more
Marc Ladewig is a native Californian and the father of two grown children. He is a swimmer, veteran, world traveler, mandolin player, language teacher and life long lover of poetry. He has written a novel length, narrative poem entitled Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero, published by Infinity Publishing.com and available on Amazon.com and bbotw.com.
I was a guest on Aware Talk Radio with poet/publisher Chad Lilly on Friday, May 9, 2008 at 9pm PST for his hour long show. We talked about writing and the power of blogging. And, of course, mythology.
Who I'd like to meet: Lovers of music, literature and art.
On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor. I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out; to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky, what do I do as the air attack sirens sound?
KNOCK EM DEAD
Her plan didn’t go smoothly, her rockets had caused huge material damage but she hadn’t caught the Taiwanese air force on the ground. Her jets had been dispersed; they knew what their brothers were planning. Huge aerial encounters of over a hundred warplanes knocked them dead. By sea communist troops embarked in ships to invade, most died in the ocean. Taiwan missile strikes killed thousands still they came, unstoppable. A single Taiwan jet carried one secret bomb heading to Shanghai. The end…
HOW WE DANCED
Around and round we danced in an exotic Asian club to pounding alternative music. Who said they couldn’t party? Like it’s their, our, last night on earth. Little did we all know that this prophecy was true? One night if fun with a Taiwanese lady, only dancing you understand. They are not like western ladies. On and on we danced feeling alive, when we kissed it was like fire of the positive kind. Neither of us knew we were being watched, that a huge military machine was about to strike. Hours later our nightclub was destroyed; I never did see my Taiwan lady again. I only know her name and have precious memories of th
There must be a name for this launguage we use, to confuse and bambozzel. Labrynthean foley forged out of iron. Controlled chaos in a carpenters cup. Mis Caos T. Killgrow, the spawn of the first star that fell on a new born world. He looked apon it and said "Fuck it, let it burn. And he tried hard to set it ablaze, but he was just one. If only he were bigger. If only he had arms that could wrap de mundi. Wrap it and crush it and pull it apart. Wrap it and crush it and set it on fire. Wipe it from the fabric. So tragic the billion bugs. So useless. Hopeless? No never that, always a savior, always a leader. Always the dead. Always the life. Always the thoughts. Damn them, the monstrousity. Manipulated like clay. In tune like a play. Every actor hits his mark and exits. The eternal flame. The boundless ocean of desires, the wires. The arms made up of minds? "Your crazy!" "No I am not." "Yes you are.
The news is all a lie. But not just to mislead us. But to mislead people who can pick us up on the satelites. Interperting dissent in a politically ravaged country on the brink of civilwar. War on multifronts, multiple layers. A basketball cake with strawberries and chocolate, whipcream and candies. The ends justify the means. I can read their minds. They don't think they are doing bad. And maybe they aren't. What?
The mad laugh sneaks in and chokes on a cigarette.
Oh this secret language is truely the "Langauge of Birds," A green lion and a firebird embraced above the earth. The vaporizing is done. Perfect metal of the purest standard.
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