Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

Beltane, May 1, Twenty-nine years old. I can't stand to look at the word thirty. The h's spear and y's trident catch in my throat, wound my eyes. I've been listening to Cohen, Cave, Pop, and Bowie all day. I doubt I'll see sixty. That makes me middle aged. I have the right to be wistful. Remember when every monday we looked forward to friday? When we would purposely delay the process of getting ready to go out so that the anticipation could linger like those moments when you tilt your head from the left to the right between kisses when your breath is hot and your lips aflame. Then the process would begin. Remember that? You picked out the right music, began from top to bottom interrupted by calls confirming and hopeful. And the swell, the night air, the speed, the wind, the music you scream along with. The moon high above in a cloudless night. And then after you pay your way someone pulls back the veil and the night bursts into blossoms. Iggy Pop stands on the dresser and screams "here comes johnny yen again!" It’s time for me to take my shower.

posted by James @ 4:19 PM

Donnerstag, Mai 01, 2003

Last week a girl was hospitalized because she overdosed on vicodin. Her History teacher is under investigation for selling them to her.

An English teacher stoped a student in the hall because she skipped her first period class. The student broke down "last night my baby stopped breathing. I called 911 but the abulance won't come into our neighborhood without the police. I could see the ambulance waiting so I had to run a mile to get my baby to them. We just got out of the emergency room."

A freshman girl won't show her hands. Last night her mother, a crack addict, covered herself with rubbing alchohol and lit herself on fire. The fourteen-year-old girl's hands are blistered from trying to put her mother out.

An Economics teacher is fired. He was caught having sex with a fifteen-year-old girl on his desk.

Last month the gym teacher was fired. For the past six months he had been getting the special-ed boys drunk and sodomizing them.

Welcome to Wheatly High School, 5th ward, HISD.

posted by James @ 12:19 PM

Dienstag, April 29, 2003