June 22, 2005
by David A. Zimmerman
I spent a week recently at Cedar Campus, a camping facility associated with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship. I was serving as staff for "Encountering God," a study track for college students. I drove there alone, and I drove home alone, but in between I ate, played and bunked with a bunch of people I'd never met. Being a neurotically social person, I found my transition into camp life difficult, and I caught myself doing the type of writing that I rarely do--journaling, for example, or in the case of today's post, poetry. I feel like such a hippy.
I present these poems for your amusement, but keep in mind a couple of warnings:
1. These poems don't rhyme, so don't lose sleep trying to make songs out of them.
But God's Spirit hovers over the waters.
God separates the ground from the water.
Wednesday, May 18
dispossesseddislocateddisheveleddisrespecteddiscombobulated dishonoreddisgusteddisguiseddischordantdisreputablediseased disengageddisturbeddisinteresteddistantdisillusioneddisappointed
Let's face it: I'm distraught.
I could blame those who hurt me.
Still . . .
They did hurt me.
So . . .
Is Adam our greatest enemy,
My exploitation of superhero movies continues; I'm working on a discussion guide for Batman Begins that I hope to post at an online magazine in July; in the meantime, the same magazine is considering whether to post the discussion guide I wrote as a companion to my book. Trust me--you'll hear all about it when something happens.
I'm biting my fingernails in anticipation of the Fantastic Four movie--here's hoping it doesn't stink.
By the way, my thanks to Rick Stilwell for linking his blog to my Pop Matters article "Cape Fear." Rick has renamed and reconceived his blog, now known as "Caffeinated Adventures." Always worth reading.