It’s a great tragedy for me that I had to waste hundreds of hours of my time on fishing shows and sitcoms.
Bad art makes me shudder
That horrible realization
That I have polluted my soul
With something unnecessarily coarse
Grating, incorrect or hopeless
For we have a finite amount
Of moments to fill
So to waste time on trash
Hurts my pride and spirit
And for such waste
To color my thoughts in the future
Is the bane of my existence
I wonder how
These purveyors of filth and mediocrity
Can live with themselves
Having summoned such ugliness
In to the world
And to have soiled the mark
They leave on eternity
At some point in time I completely lost all in interest in mainstream TV and movies. The thought of pouring things like ‘Everybody Loves Raymond and ‘King of Queens’ into my subconscious literally makes me shudder. It doesn’t help that the whole point of this stuff is to sell you things you probably don’t need in the all too frequent ad breaks.
These days I don’t have to deal with it but sharing a cell the TV is on pretty much all the time. It’s a great tragedy for me that I had to waste hundreds of hours of my time on fishing shows and ‘Big Bang Theory’.
I think a lot about the mark we leave on this planet and making bad art and culture is a legacy of disharmony that will echo through eternity.
The title of this poem and the image relates to another piece of culture that is ugly beyond all imagination. Apologies to Reg Mombassa.