WhatGoes

UpMayNever
ComeDownForSuchWas
TheStateOfATeenageFrown
MostCurt

What is fascinating about the rolling daily news pattern, in what’s called the ‘mainstream media…’ are things, events specifically, that happen; take on an orchestrated symphony of notedness [sic], with box ticking ephemerality [nog a sic]: and then vanish: as if they never happened at all. Escalating patterns of massive storms, tsunami’s, tornado’s… Old events… now on steroids… Today’s news, tomorrow‘s loo roll, as the old saying went.

Take two things that happened this month; each of which made a contribution to my daily purpose: you’ll remember… “A XrappZi a day for the rest of the way.”… You started this read with one of them….

The first of the two amongst many, some of intriguing portent, gave me three stanzas. An Eons old Travel Company went belly up… About four packed Wembley stadium crowds of holidaymakers; some 160,000 humans, were, overnight left stranded wherever they were: with vendors demanding unpaid expenses. They had to be ferried back to the UK from many destinations by a massive fleet of planes, hired for the job by the UK government.

Done: covered… and vanished without trace. No more comment, no more interviews, no more anything. Who did or didn’t get paid in that emergency never breathed again…

Gone.

And: curiously normal.

Then there was a grumpy teenager from hell who terrorised the United Nations for two minutes or maybe twelve… Apparently she paddled across the Atlantic in some kind of floating arrangement and was obviously angry. She came to rant at the general assembly about why was there no urgency over Klimate change… or as she prefers: … Klimate Ex[S]tinktion.

In the interests of disclosure, I remind you that my website has carried a picture of a burning planet: for more than a decade. Also that I write [fictional I hope] stories about a world klimate based catastrophic… post-apokalypse place. What she said was not a surprise… I thought I was writing fiction: and I keep wondering if it is.

So for this reason I am going to focus on a curious state of silence following the generally startled reaction, to an apparently enraged teenager: telling the adult world they sucked big time. She certainly used some of the most distinctly, disruptively abrasive, undiplomatically ‘korekt’ tones ever presented to the General Assembly since, maybe, Khrushchev. She even out Trumped Mr. Trump for a few tweets… And there was an upwelling of ….

Well whatever it was, it was ambushed out of left field with the most amazing high level misdirection in decades.

I am beginning to wonder if there is something so final about what the young lady said, that her outburst was almost synchronously TRUMPED: Literally. Certainly, an almost unprecedented flurry of mass scale misdirection: to upscale our daily diet of “Bread and Circus[s]es”?

So my top September konstrukt is therefore…The earnest young lady who somehow gave me six stanzas over a few weeks: –

Ex[s]tinktionRulz

WhatGoes
UpMayNever
ComeDownForSuchWas
TheStateOfATeenageFrown
MostCurt

Greta
ThunbergCriedOut
HowDareYouPutEx[s]tink
TionOnPauseTalkOfFairyTales!
Money!

SheSpoke
TheyTrembledThen
DidBroodThereWasNoGo
IngBackTooManyMouthsWanting
MoreFood.

SoThey
CalledOutMis
DirektionImpeachThe
TrumpDistraktNoisyHowDareWe
DrownOut.

“TwoThings
OnlyThePeo
PleDesireBreadAndCir
Cus[s]esRepublikGoneEmpire’s
NoMore”.

WhatMakes
Human’sUnique
IsThatWeAreGifted
ToKonstruktImaginery
NewWorlds

!NiK[19]
With thanks to Juvenal who wrote the penultimate stanza [more or less] 2000 plus, years ago.
Loves ya all
Nicholas