|||[Boldly Going]||| Star Trek: The Original Series—Season Two: Ep. 2.15 “The Trouble with Tribbles” – (Original air date: Friday, December 29, 1967) — firewatersite (Reblog)

Welcome to my rewatching of the original 79 episodes of the series that launched the franchise. Below are the bulletpointed notes I jotted down while watching “The Trouble with Tribbles.” On this date in history, “Hello, Goodbye,” by the Beatles, is the #1 single on the Billboard Hot 100. The song is going to ride […]

|||[Boldly Going]||| Star Trek: The Original Series—Season Two: Ep. 2.15 “The Trouble with Tribbles” – (Original air date: Friday, December 29, 1967) — firewatersite

Poem: ‘Trick & No Treat’

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com

It’s been trick or treat all year,
though no one’s been to my door.
News is a petulant child
running loose on the airwaves,
heavy on the trick,
sparse on the treat;
scare stories to chill the hearts
of the most level minded souls.
My curtains remain open,
I’m just willing them to knock,
though I cannot pass out candy.
This year have my TV,
a year’s subscription if you life —
so long as you take it away.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

New Life On Mars series gets title — The Killing Times

A few weeks ago we brought you news that the creators of Life On Mars and Ashes To Ashes – Matthew Graham and Ashley Pharoah – had revealed that they were working on the third iteration of beloved supernatural-tinged procedural. During a live watch-along of Life On Mars, Graham issued a number of tweets that revealed […]

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Poem ‘Subliminal’

Subliminal

They put it up on billboards.
It made the headlines,
the tickers scrolling in Times Square
and TV screens back home.

It was like hearsay going viral,
became banal talking points
in satellite drivel,
a tsunami of information
which hid the pearl of truth.

This notion that everyone
who has ever lived
could be alive again today,
our eight billions souls
matching totals for the past;
all of us primed, exposed
for some terrible judgement.

How many saw the subliminal flash,
I’m not sure;
reputedly like an ad,
the split second image of cola
that wets your thirst,
though not on screens – in the sky.
A judgement? No ceremony, no glitz,
no alarming lord riding the clouds.

But word quickly got around,
between lines of copy,
in the things not said.
Tickers in Times Square
stuttered, then stopped;
people draining away
like water down plug holes.
Wi-fi was gone,
it’s just something else
we can’t grasp in the air.
The only tickers now
are the clocks, our watches,
while we keep one eye
on the sky

poem and image © copyright df barker 2012