On James Bond and an original poem
Read a The Irish Times article about the Bond movie franchise. I was a bit surprised when younger that it continued so strongly after the Cold War because the first few movies seemed to be largely about that.
I think the enduring appeal of Bond is that he is supremely able to take control of difficult situations and of course his romances with attractive women too (there is a funny old SNL skit about him seeing a medical doctor who reports he has many venereal diseases from his multiple paramours). And some people are so evil they should die, if only in a fictional context.
I have not seen the latest Bond movie with Daniel Craig, but the article discloses something about it that indicates it would be impossible to continue the narrative logically, at least with Craig as the actor. The news article speculates the new Bond could be Tom Hardy, Henry Cavill, or Idris Elba. There has even been talk of a female Bond, but I don’t think that would work. My money’s on Cavill.
A poem
“Heavy Mettle” by yours truly
“Try heavy mettle (music).”
“Is that all you have to peddle?”
“Let’s just settle.”
“This is a fine fettle.”
…
“Going to the gym and sweat away all my calories.”
“Gees. Must take a lot of mettle? Dress warmly. Don’t freeze.”
“Yes, the metal weights can be as much as 45 pounds.”
“That resounds. Careful: you could hit your head, then be dead.”
“Enough said, Ed. Don’t like this dread.”