|Elijah:||This seems like a good example of Saïd refers to as 'othering' – setting oneself apart from the rest of the world.|
|Jules:||C'mon! It's just a poem about squids. Why the friggin' exegesis?|
uvular ink bottle
floating in the deep
mobile jet propulsion lab
undulating ribbon of terror
blue-blooded diaphanous dart
never surfacing sleek bobber
in the dark
without the luxury
once again -
|Soo:||Some of my best friends are squids.|
|Andrei:||Aren't not most politicians in zhat genus?|
|Philyra:||Yep. Utterly spineless – but adept at squirting ink.|
|Ellesha:||Sober up & stop othering government leaders.
For the most part,
we create our own monsters . . . there are plenty of squids inside us.
|Ning:||Each time we 'other' something,
we also lose something of ourselves.
|Vidhya:||Why don't more people notice that?|