Friday, September 30, 2011

Making Superman better

    As I was watching Superman returns with my daughter(8) She asked me why nobody could tell that Clark Kent was Superman? In her own words she said "I mean...there just some stupid glasses!" Old feelings sprang forth from the depth of my soul. I really don't like Superman.

     I often wondered what it was about this character that earned my resentment? After careful consideration I've concluded that its every thing. Superman is just too super. His superness and his upbringing, his alien heritage, and his 'alter ego' just don't work together very well. A good example would be that everyone I've ever known, who was raised on a farm, is really tough, not the goof Clark pretends to be at the Daily Herold. This example is only 'one' of many other complaints that I have with Supermans mythos as a whole.

     In my opinion a good story is about pain. Why do we care about the main character? Because he hurts! A Friend of mine lamented over her main character that "he wasn't flawed enough" My advice was not to make him more flawed but to bring on more pain. Pain leads to growth. This is where magic happens with-in a reader. When we can 'feel' for the character then we become emotionally involved with them, then as they grow enough to solve their problem, we grow along with them. Hope is then transferred into us "If this character can beat the odds, then so can I" Superman's story as a whole doesn't have any of this.

     While sitting with my daughter a felt a challenge fall upon my shoulders 'Stop complaining! and find a way to make superman relate-able!' (easier said then done). After researching his history and back ground story I found I needed to do a few things. I needed to take away his 'powers' and justify the natural abilities of his genetically superior alien anatomy. I needed to justify the conditions for his being sent to earth. And I needed to show the conflicts in what its like to be a genetically superior alien being raised as a Kansas farm boy. What was my answer? To go into Krypton history and readdress a few things.

     What was Krypton Like? What were the People like? What were some things that defined them as a people? Why Did the planet explode, and why didn't a race of advanced scientific minds do anything about it? And finely, why did Jor-EL send his only son to earth alone.

What are your thoughts?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Break Out!

               I wrote this one, inspired by my sweet heart. Life hits us hard somtimes, and the answers aren't always clear. I feel like the 'worlds' answers make good band-aids but fall short of true healing. I wrote this while supporting my dear wife through one such trial.


My life has seen a change in the way I play the game.
It was getting hard as I chose to stay the same.
As we fold and bend and move gainst the motion...
Of this crazy life, we cause a commotion.


The 'world' likes it better when we're nice and play.
"Conform" is the "norm" and the scorn goes away.
The man on top bows his great big head,
Approval in his teeth as we get in bed.


He says my mind is not mine to unwind...
They plugged in a program, thats running all the time.
"I'm to fat, your to skinny, he's to poor, no ones winning...
we're all lossers and abuser, plus I think your hair is thinning!"


I'm bust'en out the gate of conformity!
No one in the land tells me what to think!
With great big thoughts ozzen out my ears,
My skull can't keep 'em after all these years.


Break out our minds, the prison of our souls.
We're perfect as we are, or don't you know?
Our flesh is the chain that holds us down.
Wraps us in habits that make us drown.


Lets let our spirits fly like shooting stars!
Lets let our self's be who we really are!
Un-shack the traps that make us droll!
Then get to liven, cuz that's how we roll!

Friday, September 9, 2011

Boy Talk (a girls point of view)

              Turn around is fair play. I wrote "girl talk" as part of a set. Even though guy talk is far Superior, it looks pretty silly to the female population.



No begin, and no end?
I can't understand the notion.
Only from the middle,
Starts their locomotion.

From their lips
Their word do fall.
They talk and talk
And say 'naught' at all.

Who would win
In a fight?
Tween superman...
And the Dark Knight?

Full opinions...
Bout a game...
That most of them
Have never played!

Star wars movies.
Favorite flings!
Taco stands?
Lord of rings!?!

Biggest muscles,
Fastest cars,
Bestest sport teams,
Smelling farts!!

They'll even fight,
Bad words they send!
Yet friends they are,
In the end.

They talk so tough,
When the 'cats' away.
When the 'cat' comes back,
those 'mice' obey.

No import...
Do they lend...
On any topics...
There mouth sends.

My head hurts...
With all that squawk.
I thank heaven...
For girl talk.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Girl Talk (a guys point of view)

Whilst reading Facebook posts I couldn't help but notice that girl talk is really dumb. So I wrote this.


It makes no sense
What girls say
When together...
When at play.

There gabbing chatter
Hurts the ears.
Disgusts the senses,
Brings on tears...

Tears of Pain!
From pointless noise,
Bout their hair...
Or cute boys

Blah, blah, blah!
About their weight.
Their cloths, their looks,
and...their weight!

Feelings, cat fights,
Weight loss pills.
Dating woes,
And Slimfast meals!

On and on...
Go on, they can!
I'm so glad
That I'm a Man!