

Teed Off 27-11-2006 Golf in space? That's sooooo 1970's we thought. Until the other day when a Russian astronaut on the International Space Station tried out hisstratospheric swing. Turns out it was a stunt to promote a Canadian golf ball, leavingThe Stirrer's resident poet Brendan Hawthorne distinctly tee'd off. Planet Earth's orbital routes are littered with the structural debris that made our heroes The lanes are peppered with technology and communication relays to feed the touch button world with instant news fixes and gossip opportunities But now the cash-starved space programme has succumbed to product placement We've already had pizzas delivered to space stations and soda-float drinks cans sent spinning outside space-lab base camps micro-chips put into our hands and non-stick fibres woven into the suits of certain politicians And now just when we needed a chance to send out a meaningful global message carrying the weight of the world on its shoulders we miss the window Instead we reveal to the universe that all of these advancements have gone towards making a better golf club and and just to prove its validity a man in a bulky suit can tee off a super-lightweight ball over an hour late two hundred miles above the Paciffic in the weightlessness of space kiss the logo and send it a million miles before it swerves and hits the big blue obstacle in a fiery nano-second some time in the next two or three days And future generations will be reminded that the first extra-terrestrial adverts didn't advocate the need for world peace or highlight the needs of the fragile human race but merely demonstrated how far it has come in denial, gastronomic taste and knocking balls into holes How humble we are For more details about poetry readings in the West Midlands contact www.poetrywednesbury.co.uk |
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