Spending a day with Jello Biafra was by no means a dissapointment. First, I picked Jello Biafra up at Logan. I have plenty to say about how wierd the airport is - as a phenomenon - as in what role it plays in capitalism - as in why the OK Computer album has the artwork it does.
As in the atmosphere created by the dozen...
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As in the atmosphere created by the dozen...
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Misery
(rough draft 4B)
by Jeff Hall
Misery, like a pin, comes to a point
where all that is balanced upon it is punctured.
Loneliness is a lie you tell to someone you love,
or even half-tell, being revealed to a room of people
you consider beautiful and love - ex-lovers and relatives
to whom it is relevant, to whom it is important,
like the...
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(rough draft 4B)
by Jeff Hall
Misery, like a pin, comes to a point
where all that is balanced upon it is punctured.
Loneliness is a lie you tell to someone you love,
or even half-tell, being revealed to a room of people
you consider beautiful and love - ex-lovers and relatives
to whom it is relevant, to whom it is important,
like the...
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claudia:
wow. that was intensely and poignantly beautiful. i was on beacon street last week, as a matter of fact, walking with my ex-boyfriend and talking about madness. there is never an end to the poetry of youth, though. but then i guess it depends on how you regard the word "youth". inexperience and confusion is one part, but then there is freedom and curiousity and passion and idealism on the other. i'm still hanging on to that other with all my might.
Indian girl in a gray sweater on the green line.
(rough draft #1)
by J.R.
The Indian girl on the trolley with the gray sweater,
must have a hook stuck in her eye,
or something along those lines, no pun intended.
I usually do the staring and the looking on the train.
I always do the staring and the looking.
I am looking down the...
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(rough draft #1)
by J.R.
The Indian girl on the trolley with the gray sweater,
must have a hook stuck in her eye,
or something along those lines, no pun intended.
I usually do the staring and the looking on the train.
I always do the staring and the looking.
I am looking down the...
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Tall Arab boy
(rough draft #2)
by J.R.
Tall Arab boy,
there is no need to cut yourself.
I know your mother died.
I knew her, not as well as you.
Your scars would hurt her eyes.
Your father is an artist.
He has given you more than a home.
He leaves, but does not like leaving you alone.
Your scars hurt him in places,...
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(rough draft #2)
by J.R.
Tall Arab boy,
there is no need to cut yourself.
I know your mother died.
I knew her, not as well as you.
Your scars would hurt her eyes.
Your father is an artist.
He has given you more than a home.
He leaves, but does not like leaving you alone.
Your scars hurt him in places,...
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My Best Brush with Greatness
(rough draft #4)
by J.R.
At a party full of purebreds, 99% imported,
Sean and I were scheming to abandon our art school girlfriends.
Morgan overheard this.
"What a waste," she shot, precocious bullets, precious trigger.
Tight body built like the jealousy of art or the perfected art of jealousy -
5'3 I'd wager - with lips begging for one...
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(rough draft #4)
by J.R.
At a party full of purebreds, 99% imported,
Sean and I were scheming to abandon our art school girlfriends.
Morgan overheard this.
"What a waste," she shot, precocious bullets, precious trigger.
Tight body built like the jealousy of art or the perfected art of jealousy -
5'3 I'd wager - with lips begging for one...
Read More
Indian girl in a gray sweater on the green line.
(rough draft #1)
by J.R.
The Indian girl on the trolley with the gray sweater,
must have a hook stuck in her eye,
or something along those lines, no pun intended.
I usually do the staring and the looking on the train.
I always do the staring and the looking.
I am looking down the...
Read More
(rough draft #1)
by J.R.
The Indian girl on the trolley with the gray sweater,
must have a hook stuck in her eye,
or something along those lines, no pun intended.
I usually do the staring and the looking on the train.
I always do the staring and the looking.
I am looking down the...
Read More