Author: John Knetemann

  • They Tell Me to Show and Not Tell

    They say show, not tell, but even that they only tell. 

    But then wrapped up in a shell, it becomes entertainment hell.

    Unseen metaphors are dead because “this is all there is.”

    “What you see is what you get” is the thought.

    And all you get is thinly veiled nonsense.

    But then again… Either way.

    It seems even when we tell, nothing is heard.

    People hear if they want to hear.

    What they want to hear.

    I am, of course, no different.

    I hear what I choose to hear.

    This is inescapable.

    So, it really doesn’t matter if you show.

    It definitely doesn’t matter if you tell.

    There is only a choice in reception.

    Life does a lot of showing.

    And still few see.

    Sometimes I wish Life just told.

    It would all be a lot simpler.

    But even then… Perhaps less fun.

    I tell so that I can show.

    I show so that I can tell.

    The rest is not up to me.

  • A Map to the Next World: The Greatest Showman [Video]

    “Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

    -Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

    In this video, we take a look at the movie The Greatest Showman, while thinking about identity, authenticity, and courage.

    Are you following your dreams?

    The Greatest Showman was produced by 20th Century Fox, TSG Entertainment, Laurence Mark Productions, and Chernin Entertainment

  • Who Are You?: Lion King and Moana [Video]

    “I am the Truth.” -Mansur Al-Hallaj

    In this video I take a look at the narratives of Lion King and Moana and ask important questions over identity, authenticity, and belonging.

    Do you know who you are?

  • Scrimmaging Dogs

    I tucked through an alley on a somewhat sunny day in Amsterdam,

    Coming across loose dogs in an unsuspecting cobblestone arena,

    One was ferociously strong with a black coat and mangey, twisted fur,

    The other hound was snowy and clean with quick and silent paws,

    Watching as the two go scrap for scrap over fishbones and trash,

    Two different methods in this spirited streetfight of claws and teeth,

    I cheered the white one as it seemed to be the right thing to do,

    Kicking at the black dog that was so vulgar I couldn’t bare its sight,

    But the white one protested and he bit at my exposed ankles,

    To my surprise, I leaped backwards in hurt betrayal,

    But the dogs simply resumed their fight with even more vigour,

    And then a large grey dog came to my side and simply sat,

    In his mouth was more fish bones that he threw into the fray,

    Just looking on, as these enemies showed no mercy,

    But the grey dog’s amusement made me ponder this sight,

    Perhaps I thought it too simple and  they were no enemies at all, 

    It could be that one is needed for the other to be,

    Scrimmaging endlessly in these unseen battlefields,

    Away from the busy eyes of human market streets,

    A fun little boxing club among mates as they do their dance.