Artist’s Statement: “Under A Man Made Sun” is the second in a series of four videopoems Called “The Vista Poems.” This one is intended to represent something almost kitschy & nostalgic. Collectively, the four poems are perspectives on the way we view the past and how it collides with our future. The first of the vista videopoems is “Challenge Me Vista.” It can be found here.
Under a man made sun
condescends to reach the stars,
and I watched
like I was buttering a biscuit.
Knowing we were born for this,
the bigger better thing,
a generation that came fully loaded,
nothing due at signing,
complete with childhood memories
they sat on the hood of a Dodge.
From the days of dirt roads
homemade christmas cards
from scratching, popping vinyl boys and girls,
how did we become
a digital age?
In the beginning
there were Nicotine stained walls
and hillbilly playboys,
there were tin can pony tabs,
blue eye shadow.
Hot rods with bucket seats
they’d fill up with
the local beauty queen,
then take their smiles
screaming down main street
with a cigarette hung out to dry,
and sing along
to a heartbeat,
and think, someone else finally gets it;
a better life
that was just bound to happen.
As I grew they told me I was part of
a something for nothing generation,
we had deep fat fried futures
with a side of sugar drink.
We would dream in pixels
and pan tones,
we’d wear our thoughts and opinions
on t-shirts and bumper-stickers.
We soaked our tongues
and fantasized of barbecue chips
and vaulted ceilings,
somehow we became the present
and the future,
and a collective soul strived to slumber,
after all we were the generation
they built to dream,
and we watched the world shrink into a thump,
a slowed heartbeat,
© 2012 R.W. Perkins. All rights reserved.