Alright, so I was wondering the other day on my flight home from Brazil about something. Penguins. One of the airline movies was the Oscar-Award-Winning Al Gore Production Happy Feet. In short, it's a movie about Penguins. Also out in theaters right now: Surf's Up. In short, IT is a movie about Penguins. And let's not forget the most popular documentary film EVER, the emperor of them all: March of the Penguins. (That was a great date movie, wasn't it?). We all know what that one's about. Why our obsession with the little black and white flightless birds who live their lives in a frozen tundra, go hungry for really long periods of time, and generally just walk around with the rest of their time?
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a Penguin hater. They can waddle, wonk, and widdle about their icy world all they want. There's nothing wrong with being a penguin. But I sometimes wonder why Penguins catch our attention so. I know, kind of weird that I spend time on such a trivial thought, but I think thinking is a luxury activity these days.Really, though, is it the binary conflict going on in their worlds, represented in their black and white outer layer? Is it the stunning landscapes they inhabit? Is it the simplicity of their taciturn existence, or the complexity of their gender-swapping relationships that grips us? Or is it just that they're funny?
For the heck of it, here's a poem I wrote a while back, somewhat influenced by...you guessed it!... PENGUINS!!
September 5, 2005 I’d starve a summer with you on my toes Away from Royal shores you cannot crack- And with my back slough off the icy winds Outside- a chill, a season of blank white To warm insides, my love, look down and see. Look up, pale night- an astral symphony Of tonic lights and southern crossing stars. To know one day you’ll chance your life to swim Is Good, is Reason, is God: enough for me. Oh, please hurry the food, if not for me For us and life which hangs below a downy- Feathered skirt torn between my love of life
And Love for you, Gray dancer on my feet.