Not as in Charlie Brown, more as in extinction and things going away.
"Good Grief" is a poem from last August (click here to view full text). I wrote it after reading Jonathan Franzen's great essay (in How to Be Alone) called "Scavenging," all about how some of us are obsessed with finding and collecting broken/obsolescent objects. It's interesting (and sad, and a bit scary) to apply this obsolescence to living creatures or ideas.
When I lived in Venice (California) last year (I can't believe it was just one year ago!), I frequented a gallery called Obsolete. They show/sell beautifully deteriorating old and odd objects (for example, this French bobbin rack, circa 1900), and show some truly stunning artwork (I discovered Anne Siems through Obsolete, and wrote a poem on her work).
I love old oddities like those at Obsolete, and this aesthetic keeps popping up in our culture and art (Tim Burton's recent exhibit at LACMA, steampunk sensibilities/fashion, photography of abandoned places, the beautiful vintage lightbulbs I keep seeing on design blogs). The outmoded and out-of-fashion can be made important simply because it is not used anymore. Does that make any sense to you? Some interesting psychological impulses behind this, I think....what do you think?
Listen to "Good Grief" here:
Good Grief by The Storialist