Saturday, January 27, 2018

January 27: Monster Movies, Dorothea Lasky, "Monsters"

I have always been a freak for monster movies.  Frankenstein, Dracula, Wolfman, Creature from the Black Lagoon.  I used to watch all of them, over and over, as a kid.  I sort of identified with them, like Guillermo del Toro.

I'm hoping to see The Shape of Water tonight--a monster love story.  In the spirit of that film, I have a little poem from Dorothea Lasky about a monster.  A little one.  It's sort of a kids' poem, and it's sort of NOT a kids' poem.  It touches the monster in all of us.

Saint Marty is ready to howl at the moon a little tonight.

Monsters

by:  Dorothea Lasky

This is a world where there are monsters
There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks
There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed.
There is one monster. He is my little one.
I talk to my little monster.
I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him.
I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster!
And he growls, oh boy does he growl!
And he wants something from me,
He wants my soul.
And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul
And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him
And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white
And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog
And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters.

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