A Poem About The Movie ‘Alien 3′
A SHORT POEM ABOUT THE MOVIE ‘ALIEN 3’
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From my Mother’s sleep I fell into the state,
And hunched in my cryotube till my wet fur froze.
Six trillion miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to the black thing; the nightmare, fighting.
When I died, they watched me burn while the sun rose.
- ‘Mother’ of course being a multi-layered reference to the Nostromo’s shipboard computer, the process of birth itself, and Lieutenant Ripley’s own conflicted status as a mother. (With apologies to Randall Jarrell and Kate DeBolt — il miglior fabbro.)
- The fur, fluid, water — again, allusions to birth, as well as Ripley’s own waterlogged crash-landing on the frozen Fiorina “Fury” 161.
- Approximately six trillion.
- The “black thing” — the alien, the bug, the xenomorph, as well as the darkness of the primordial conflict itself.
- Ripley’s death in the furnace, her shaved head; these bring to mind Joan of Arc (naturally), as well as the Fisher King (who died that his land might have life), and also From Ritual to Romance and Star Trek II. …I leave it to the scholars, poets, and readers of the future to elucidate the rest.
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“Though the Scarlet Letter has changed over the years, the victims are still the same.”
Miranda always had a boyfriend, and she was prettier than me, and had an actual plan for her life. I wanted him because she liked him, and I knew that I could get him, and that she couldn’t.
Stay confident in knowing that you made the right decision. Your wallet may be crying and your apartment may be sketchier than an undergraduate drawing class, but dammit your memoir is going to be wonderful one day.
Whether you pray to God, Jesus, Allah, Jehovah, the sun gods, or any one else is entirely between you and that entity.