In my ongoing role as Peter Argent, which means silver penis, I take seriously my commitment to saying things and doing stuff. For now I am confined to this 1930′s couch in my apartment. My cup of tea just ran out, and the VCR player just got to the end of Day of the Dead. This morning I read an article about cannibalism in the Smithsonian that seemed to confirm humans have been eating each other for a long, long time. 

One of the ironies is that even as Europeans were busy demonizing Native Americans as savages who ate each other, the King, priests, scientists, and commoners alike were eating human remains as if it were a McDonald’s franchise.

Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things and human beings probably shouldn’t eat each other, but apparently they always have. From the beginning. In all cultures.

Many Native American cultures had a taboo against eating human flesh, a taboo that was enforced in myths such as the Wendigo, a spirit monster that became increasingly ravenous and fearsome once it had tasted human flesh.

So, it turns out the Native Americans were much more civilized in many ways than the marauding Europeans who invaded them.

Antropophagus, also titled The Grim Reaper, is a movie about a man who resorts to eating his own family after his boat sinks, then goes berserk on a Greek island eating all the inhabitants. 

Finally got back to the apartment. It has been a muggy 90 degrees for over a week, but the weather broke this morning and the rain cooled things off. I’m sitting here watching The Monster Club on the television in front of me and Pigs on the new laptop to the left of me. I bought this laptop specifically for the one fantasy football draft I do in real life so I wouldn’t experience computer problems, and watched in horror as the computer failed to go to the draft room just seconds before the draft began. I managed to figure out the problem was Google Chrome and switched to Internet Explorer, averting disaster at the last second. This is my eighth year of that draft, and despite not rating the other 11 players to highly in fantasy talent I never seem to beat them. I also did 11 other drafts because I like to.

We had a cancer scare recently and went to the hospital to do a biopsy last week. I saw a room called The Radiology Reading Room and thought that would make a great title for a poem, but I haven’t written the poem yet. Because of the Labor Day holiday we weren’t expecting results until today at soonest, but we got an email from the doctor saying everything is still benign and that was a tremendous relief. Now to write that poem.

I may post it as an outsider poem at Zombie Logic, my first and longest running blog. Sometimes the title of a poem seems like such a slam dunk you almost forget to write the actual poem. Combine that with the enormous stress with the kids starting school and cancer scares and I just haven’t gotten much of anything done the past couple of weeks. The Cubs are beating the hell out of the Cardinals in St. Louis tonight, and despite not believing for a second they can beat them in a playoff series yet it’s fun to listen to them announce the Cardinal fans are leaving the stadium mid game. 

Hopefully that poem will come to me soon, maybe even later tonight. Maybe I’ll even post it at Outsider Poetry Magazine. Back to The Monster Club, Pigs, the Cub game, and hopefully some cool air from the windows.