CHRONICLE FALL 1997
Table of Contents
Poetry, Plays, > 7 >
and Prose
i
Die Elfte Elegie
Hieron
Nocturnal Nonsense
Angela
Beyond All Truth What I Hear When You Sleep
Allan
I
Persuasion
Jen Dial
7
Lady White, Lady Death
Jay
Quixote
The
Hit
Poem Man
Thoma
Joseph
Trend
C
Untitled
ddove
Oedipus Today
Amand
Elegy on Soiled Linens
Kelly
Untitled
Bradfoi
Howl
Holden
Syntax High
Heathe
The Sky is Falling The Up n' Up Our Chosen Voice
Angela John Jo
Mr. Refrigerator
Thorn
I
E
|
!
I
I
Jen Dia
Unimportant
Christc
Untitled
Jennife
thoughts on the airplane
Janci
Untitled
Angela Thorn
After
del
K
Untitled
Janci
Chronicle Compilation
Various
Rain
Christo]
I
I
Nocturnal Nonsense
like the blind
HidiiiiiM
Âťish
do
Braille,
I
am.
green light of the clock, two shadow
boxers piecing together it
could
should be, considered
what
real,
but
isn't
because
m >
tne
from people-1
lark,
spelunkers in a hidden cave,
len days,
mean
where fumbling shadows
literally
everything to
me
evaporate
soon as the sun
rises
that
Beyond
All Truth
sunH
living in those
slow and
1
cool and co butterflies
God in
is
on
t'i
com
kaleidoscopes
"I create life,
I
ar
don't
All things are
with a the
Beyond
all
little
[
tii
mind of
truth there
i
is a
and behind every wall
tr
a beautiful, smil
Walls are crashing
waves on
the shores
and the forces of are a
Come
on,
c c
nati
monuments I'll show y(
Mother taught me h
in
love
What I Hear When You
Glowin
uck themselves
Under sheets mer,
ledh
curls
kI
around three
igers.
Three finger
nd
as
if
you
I
hear your pulse,
hel I
naked and
s
istead 1
in
your palm.
tingling to a in lines
betw
Though my
r
to catch a dar
a
n
skin.
I move moan from your throat,
:k stiffens,
moan moi
a sigh like c
you'v
than moan,
hands aited:
you are
asleep.
your eyes face the ceili
Do you
drear
of those stars,
or away, the
:st
arms of
beaching
fjorc
coast, or
Norway,
into black ses lor farther: stars outside
My 1
hand aroi
still
small.
Allan
hear yt
night? [d
yours now,
pulse
-
you hold
my
eardrums:
Sleep
Persuasion
a slow breeze of colo travels through the laby
of cumbersome bystan to encounter her
standing in the corn sipping on a cola,
and
he
stirring the ice in
as
if
searching for ans in tea leaves.
she wakes to the see
and
lifts
her head
above the carpet of pe as
they were densely ro
if
to
and
all its
cover the room corners and doc
hiH
with a curl gently set upon all
others are shyly
tuckefl
behind his ears
coco^H aquamH
the) arc the color ol
shimmer
his eyes
recent
I
like
discovered
\
iiiii^^^J
in
once clouded by a lump her heart stops for a second as
if
it
dove
into cold
deep
her face invites the
c(
of pink bubblegum as a slow smile
makes
its
way from dimple i|
the icy soda loses inte
as she takes a chani to
move away from
her
of the crowded roor
Lady White, Lady Death
lender whit
She
steals
My
temp
m\
my
rous companion,
da
I've felt her re
erry burn.
K wants me
to have,
her nature spawns from I I
)thers
my
and
need
I
H
>und the waist, g her
uggle to res her CO
her temptations, orts I
away her maybe
demoness womb.
beckon
give in to
my mind. my desire.
venng, with
iress her
my
lips.
Ignite her flame.
jnds me, filling 1
y
body.
wore her dim
nded of
my
sinful acts
by
the anchor of her bold scent
my
fingers
and
ps.
om my h
I
hands,
regret
still
my
practices,
long to embrace her again.
Jay
An
body.
Poem
Quixote
h works on your nerves Hot water on ice.
like
Cracking seams and spines down It
until
breaks your face. In two.
Voices that whistle
And
like
winds
shake the rusty, ancient swinggates
Whisper the crazier thoughts. Encourage your behaviors.
One hour
later
In the park,
you're swinging off pole
towel around your neck
For a cape.
I
Am Superman.
The
last
son of Krypton.
Your yellow sun gives me the power
To save your world. I
I
I
my
bones are hollow.
can
fly like
am am
stronger than the biggest Rhinoceros serious shit.
Then, a moment of realization and the voices run like cowards: I
a
catch a sight of myself in a car window,
towel
around
my
neck
There's no
waj
There's no
way
I
I
can save the world.
can save the world.
Hell
m
a
handbasket.
The Hit Man
was not betrayed. belongings have been stolen,
ven being caused any bodily harm.
:r
For
all
I
know
young prince
my a
hand
could be a beautiful
m
Jed and shaped by the stereotypes bestowed
bre
man who
even met the person-
will
predate
women God,
and love his eh
en, fear
and wear an aur
o proud
peacocks shrink
jealousy.
Or, she could
be
my
Doing
all
the th.
Paving her
My
my
sweetness,
moch Midas:
lovely
wished, yet
s I
won
ads,
pride and jo
my
best friend,
Stronger than gr
ity
with a mind
more
brilliant th
sunlight shot pa I
i
arrows of tree
limbs
at
)aybreak
But to
tell
the
tr
of that majors right now. /hat matte
Trend
upon him;
Untitled
And from
her shyness: subtle power.
Even her shyness
And I'll
is
quiet.
then her patient speaks.
learn to be quiet so that
And from
Surprisingly, shyness
I
is
a power: a strength
we embrace
understand what
comfort
is
Somen
in a stranger.
I
Even what she had reacted
Instilling
had reacted to in
me.
see u
her power. Shyness
is
her
me and
power
that
is
strength.
is
it.
promise
I
Id
keep
is
quiet.
lÂŤ
to
sees
in
So
quiet, in fact, that
It
doe
you
hai
ing listen.
then her patient speaks.
The learn.
patient speaks quietly but she hears loud]
And
hear her say
I'll
from.
It
it
You can feel it though. She is quiet Hut And when she is done, she stops to listen, too.
I'll
reacted
1
s
d<
to you.
And
the
quiet.
not louder than her confidence. It
li
see in her. I've decided to
not to vanquish
Even her slnness
It
I
is
art.
W
to.
I
So, I've decided to learn. I've decided to studs the
t
not something that should be fix
is
It
thing that
Now to.
can hear too.
her shyness: subtle power.
understand. first
I
I
think she
knows
it
because when!
)Ut
can
it.
learn to be quiet so that
I
can hear too.
ddove
Oedipus Today
n year old boy walks past, :d
y year old woman. one on him, >p at the
meat counter.
end giggles, :h
rumbles,
boys look on
in lust,
linded.
out girl looks on in disgust, inded. e
wo
d
is
a very different place,"
n y year old
bag boy says.
bows up Thank you,"
worri in
le
I
to the clerk.
up her tenderloin. like a scepter,
irns to give us an "eat shi
watches them leave,
My
bo\
and
wa
I
Amandl
am
in
end picks up our groceries ahead of /e
me
to the car.
with his nineteen year old
butt.
Elegy on Soiled Linens
The weekly pile of clothes To the laundry I must go With suds
in
hand and
For clean clothes
I
What, perchance, Didst
it
stain
d(j
clothe
have no n
soils thy
whenst
I
laj
fell?
T'was too many beers I cansi For today, do I feel like hell O. soiled linens, Pray
tell, if
not
T' would please
why must
tl
washed who
me more
to
For there, wild seeds must
dirt! 1
Berate
my
Ij
I
filthy linei
must be clean when I*m a
Thinkest
I
shall
begin again
Soil-free shall be the togs l'n
O
Cheer and Gain and Bold a stain I must work ou|
Many
Mustard seed and sauerkraut!
"Out damn spot"— OUT!
Barnes
Untitled
the bath
smoking iplating lit
I
lif
m floor. My fingernails mustard yellow on the I've got to kick again.
it
You know
irom the wrist of the local nobody. Everybody
He
hot
:ly
on
his
remember
Junction
splotch*
He
lost.
.
"I don't
He just
his purpos
ta
irmation h
know where he was going, know" became his motto. He just
finds himself sitting on a sheet of
:hroom staring
the rusted sink bottoms.
at
m
tops are porcelain white
and serve
)n the sinktop causing
to
about turn to
i
searching for
;
he looke
id the avc
He
ess.
never c
>n that
da
it is,
his secret
power; the fuel to
himself ten times over. Looking past the
it
pits
and peop
its
Who does the
of white.
it in his games of fucked up music, mean nothing to a person like him. Wait,
ge face behind
A
.
it.
Blotchy skin, clogged pores,
green flowing blue and red. Fading
Total Darkness. Unable to see anything.
Unable
icthing to
their purpose.
be ripped of
lost
5es that
id of lime
-
hill
it
drops spread red over the smoky grey counter.
melt into
anything
one
when he needs help? Somewhere, is hidden away deep behind the
There
bastard. :
?
bullshit
little
No
derneath. All the sludge and grime doesn't
unknow I'wo
was how they
didn't
ash into the silent
/erybody
etc.
wasn't depressed, or psychotic, or freaking
re.
ft
tiles in the
is
takes a
floi
.
ls
it
the
as a cool guy," or
ie
just felt like writing a
I
as short as the time
life is
to feel.
.
.
anything. There lies that
blink throws chaos into full streams of red
Iressed in full outfits of blue, green,
must always be
blurry.
the rain stopped.
The
It
\
fter
last
the cold, wet, darkness.
raindrop
from
fell
and flowed away
cold, dirty beige concrete
?
and white.
Blurry and foggy as
So he
into
sits in his
ood drops on the end of his tongue and mixes 1 the warmth in his brain to signal the grey neon s
bright through the thick
ver. in
You
and
can't top cotton.
mass of
And
out, constantly being
polyester, but
don't even think
drowned
in
eat of the sun's corona. Just to be that shirt
that
t
i
i
everyone knows
is
time you clumsily
sorrows
one
you and only you. The
fell into that
puddle of
shirt
tie-
you were or pretended you were something else way you could be. But, I sit here. Yes, sit
10
that
I
person while desperately fighting sleep
I
watch the blood flow from the countertop and slithers
down
lain sink,
the drain.
Ram. Water.
.
.
sin
washes
from the counter, from the nice white
I
fl
I
scrubbed clean so the aged copper seems to give
No
traces are
carried
mom
away
always
no mark on his
glimpse
bite
look
Mustn't leave a spot.
left.
in his
black bag. His
said.
So
this
world.
fell to
it's
me
traces
it
is
i
watch
I
|porceis
glow.
I
x>l is
piece of
h
I
?htly,"
empty
Ci
I
Ihas left
I
I
[rs
I
It
I
ISo
I
Ider.
in this
I
must be
left.
the floor and rolled to me.
and confusion. Now, at
just
No
last
I
t
I
ah
hidden away deep
myself through ami through into the damp
ago as Its I
Turner
Howl
Jazz
hoH
as the
a
vicious
swerAway
bayouH
B Hi
thfl swirlinM with
world
gH
in the
distance
I below the hot sweaty trees
cl
1
;
^ °f the
the
musty stagnation
me
sweet
bottom of
swamp
my
drink
over as brown eyes come to the clarity
ofGodB languidgbodies ping-pony sinning like breathing ice in
my
drink
masks, breasts, beads, liquor ght of the soul
Sex, swine,
sin, fall
night wres
fÂťm
grace
toon from the sun
still
the Jazz howls
a carnal forebearer
predator in the night priests sell per
Hs next to satan taking
souls for that cost
Creole debauchery of the highest order
so
eageH
the kaisfl
B"gs
of jesters dance for the king
Hmion's
throne the Jazz blows
Ihowling
Holden
its
Syntax High
I
am
a child of words.
nursed on
weaned
literature,
off of
windswept pd
and Canada's Victorian taught to cut
my
islesl
teeth
on structuralism and new cr
The I
taste fills
roll the
my
senses,
texture on
my
Alliteration, allusion,
tongj
all
doq
time for seconds.
Heap my serve
on
plate high,
Norton Anthologie|
a silver platter.
The I
me
poetic appetizer whets
tear into the
main course
ri
m
finish the feast with a short-
Words, words everywhere and gallons more I
am drunk
to drink.
off the sounds,
turned on by the suggestion:
This hunger gets
me
high.
The Sky
|
ell
List of
Alley, Michelle, Chris,
is
Falling
Maya
Lunch Tu Alley are seated
Patr
from theJ
ew
Alley:
is it
ith
I
liiH
The sky
.
ed
I
sitting across
is
today?
>u
(He
falling.
is
stares into the sky
that the sky appears bluer every other day.
ivier
use
the
a table. Michelle
at
ce her.
^1
above).
why
v.
nM
I
Patrick
or
:ither
on certain days than others? Maybe
it*s
that's
What do you
too heavy today.
think? Alley:
But
he sky looks blank, as blank as every other day.
I
may
Besides,
extremel
Hj y
before th
to
;
contains
it
as blank as
it is
it
all
the heavens
|
^larkable. Maybe the sky ire just floating,
down
look
tx
one
at the
isn't falling but
ise if
ere 11
it
-
no
They must have water if
it
is
falling
it
us.
wasn't then
would be
it
would become over
water.
evaporate?
anted
uiged
to.
in
he book
i
down
ground beneath them.
will surely die.
reached
trust
an angel.
but falling, crashing
Only the sky has water and it
must be the day
judge the appearance of the sky. Don't
om a hawk or a hawk from Patrick:
- it
was yesterday and
an out of body experience, returned to in
which she was reading.
babbling on about? :ared
from the depths of the
earth.
illower oi Hecate? is if
by magic. Didn't you notice
me
here
all
No. you are just a figment of
Patrick:
work, you don't
But then aren't we
Alley: Patrick:
my
tmaginj
exist. all
figments of our owi
Yes, yes that sounds about right. But jus
Ik-
doesn't exist in our world.
I'm just a bubble
Michelle: That's right Patrick.
I
Michelle picks up her book while Alley and
ly at
each other.
Patrick:
Patrick:
own
line just go into your
Alley: That's
all
secluded
\iu\i
one ever does. Should we play
We already did that.
Let's think of
som^B
Silence.
Alley and Patrick are staring into the
carrying a bag of peanut
distancH
M&M's.
Maya: Hello Michelle Lee. Hello Alley. (PanMichelle: Michelle glances up from her hook.
:k.
saying
HI
hello she looks around her. sees AJlej and Patrit
e sky
again, and then returns back to her book).
Maya: (toAllej and Patrick) What ya' two Alley and Patrick: \lley.
The
No that's OK.
Maya
Patrick'.'
Patrick:
Alley: Patrick:
Sure.
Hey. I
I
thought you didn't like peanuts
don't.
Patrick looks
peanut and eats it
M&M's?
do you want any
Alley:
he gives
it.
at
to Alley
it
the
He
M&M
and then takes ilivjH
then stares
at
the peanut.
I
'
What was
didn't
it
it
back
at
:y I
gives
after
Maya.
that for?
do anything, don't blame me.
Maya: Well then who threw it at me? Nobody. It fell from the heavens. The
Patrick:
the
(mining
sH
seeing nothing again throws
Maya: Hey
H
who docs the same thing. who examines one mfl
the peanut back to Patrick
Patrick:
loold,
sky.
/ery-
1
thing tha
too hea
is
ling,
Maya: 1
leavy
E verything
Alley:
at all.
no purpose
t
from the
falling to
in life is also falling.
sky.
we
If
We're
all
only had time to plan our
escape.
Ma) weird
a,
:onversation that has developed
feeling
ing her
foi
becoming too
is
M&M's.
have wings, then we could fly away from
Patrick:
^^Rcns
and tniv\^B !i
only
we had
it
all
happiness.
time
Alle
Iheir
eyes
at the
huge clock looming
in the
distance.
Alley:
It
Why can't we just
take this anymore!
't
stop
time? Patrick:
does
hopele
t's
it
have to be
way?
this
Why
must we
all
go? Alley: N
ny since the day
we were
Nobody has
born.
control o ver fate.
Moing
Patrick:
(Silence Allej
H
:
we
T
did. v
Patrick:
B
Alley:
^^M
.I
j-on't
least
I
I
I
Patrick:
figure
some way
out of
this.
H
don't
we just
stop the clock?
one can stop the great clock. Besides even
I
with real
I'll
achieve that remarkable feat?
lelse
I I
Alley:
to
B Why
H
awfi
to go.
stod time.
would just become frozen have
if
in time,
to go.
we'd be right back where we started from, ir let me have a moment of comfort. Why must :e inevitable? Every time I try to forget about ined for, you have to hit me square in the face lined
^M
Patrick:
you alwa that
I'll
|
Patrick:
Alley:
know.
1
i
e any
Bv H
compassion?
lo ÂŁ' cal
-
don't you
just let
me have m\ own
thoughts and
>rify in them'.'
always n
I I
Patrick:
I
Alley:
Alley:
V
1
H
for?
You'd just reach the same conclusion
another.
In. H"'
I
>
So why
wait
'.'
never want to speak to you again.
that
I
|
Patrick turns
away from Alley and
Alley
stares off
staring at the clock. In the foreground Chris, with
towards Alley. He comes and In the
throat.
cinnamon
Chris's food and steals his hut
Cousin. Cousin.
I
over and
traveled far and wide
Alley
tries not to
t<
be?
-
my
Wanting you here by
Cousin, Cousin, please
of ce more
c
see.
me
let
side.
come home
with me.
pay Chris any attention, bu
ise.
steps behind her and shakes her hack and forth.
hug. Patrick
sits
He
big
there and has a gigantic smirk on]
Alley:
Why
Chris:
Because you're
Alley:
I
must you do
am
is
comes
lis
si
Chris
roll.
do
certainly
Cousin, Cousin, won't you I
food beside
Alley pays him no attention so he starts
still
Chris:
sets his
Maya moves
meantime.
,
this to
my
me
cousin,
not your cousin and
I
ever\ single !ousin Jockai
(
never will be
related to each other in any way, shape, or form.
Yes you are mj cousin and
Chris:
love you.
I
Chris gives Alley another hug and Patrick
What are you laughing me again'.'
Alley:
at?
rncally.
st
thought you
I
to
speak to
I'm not. I'm enjoying
Patrick:
my moment
ol coi
I
Inn
revenge.
Then
Alley:
Alley:
figment of
YOU
just can't
my
imagination.
Stand being wrong, that's
al|
I'm never wrong.
Patrick:
Alley:
me now. wh(
you're not talking to
if
A
Patrick:
Then how do you know where we're goinl we've never even been
WhatH
afraid of
it
Patrick:
I've heard terrible tales about that place.
name was
if
l.a/arus. thought
it
there.'
was so bad
that
he
SO
Hid'
back
again.
Alley: Well II
we
if
he was able
don't like
Patrick:
Alley:
It
it
we can
to
come
just leave.
doesn't work that way.
Why
not'.'
back, then wl
about?
He was
will
it
|
named God saved
save us as well?
)d
I
A man
special.
know him and Lazarus did, that's why. i seek out God before it's too late. do now? By the time we did find him, it s.
heard that he lives far away from
I
palace up in the heavens somewhere.
mal beings. rus come to know him? ^^nything while you were young? God his son
J^l
Lazarus
^|
I m our sins as long as you believed
|
z
grips of death to
show
in
will
this place,
Some-
sent
him.
to all that Jesus
down And
was
seek out Jesus.
|cd anything?
Jesus was crucified on the cross
esurrected from the dead?
Of course
nber?
I
he was, but
now
he's with
God
fied to save us?
^Bslieve. just
I ^^M
believe?
we should be saved. sen.
lent ris
once more and seem
lost in a trance until
stimulates their minds.
or good. it
is
It's
not at
all
beneficial to the
actually harmful. There's just one thing
they call fish Seafood and chicken products
Why
don't they just call
>rtunity to
all
meat?
end the monotony of
tversation with his
11
it
own
his current
smart remarks.
meat because not just meat products can be
inple. the inside
o\'
a piece oi fruit
line with lots of other foods.
Hell,
is
called the
you might
I
as well stop eating.
If
you can't
meat w
eat
hat
a
Chris, totally humiliated by Patrick, quickly
so that
;t
he can gain the attention of everyone else around
Does anyone believe
Chris:
everyone has above.
we were
If
we
that
own
their
in
at
predestination?
decisions to
make and nol
we would have no
predestined
rce
/thing
desired.
Maya:
(licking the
cinnamon from
off her finger^
either.
What do you
Chris:
Jockamo?
think Cousin
don't care, and will you please stop calli
Alley:
I
Chris:
But you're
my
cousin and
I
love you.
Patrick starts to laugh again but before he he| art
of laughter
AUej
stares at
him with
a childlike
Patrick sees the seriousness in her eyes and stops
she
disturbed by the diminishing time.
is
He
d in the face.
see that
was
too
approaching taster than ever.
Alley:
Patrick,
Patrick:
do you believe
Of course.
in
predestination?
All the world's a stage and
['
hen
I
die the world ceases to exist.
jumps
Michelle, hearing this statement,
into
mmediK iews
alcly. refusing to let Patrick see things differentlj
things.
Michelle. That's not true
onward.
It
at all
When you
die thj
doesn't care whether you're dead or a
own and
it
Patrick:
I'm not
won't cease to exist just because one just
one person.
I
am
Mitinue Ml its
p]
the directoj
plaj
ends and thus the world ends Michelle: but
it
And
No
Patrick, the world will
still
does. Besides what difference will it
you're dead
Patrick:
how would you know
That's easy enough.
Thai waj
I'll
exist
loesn't
make.
it
it
the wi
I'm immortal and
\i
prose that the world can't exist afte
Michelle:
No
one's immortal, surely not you. Juj
yoursell
it
the
world
Patrick:
Well
I
know
will exist or nol alter
that
it
/way. 7
Jeath. re. t
sure
you'n
won't exist because
lor of
this
worl J and when
Physics don't apply to me.
Oh
Patrick:
before
/erything else will die, including you.
die
I
Michelle shut-up.
I c
)
Wh
pop
don't you just crawl back into your bubble
it'.'
Mic returns
has beaten Patrick
tc
at his
own game,
gladly
a gigantic smile on her face and appears to be
is
at ease.
that the
Patrick:
laws of Physics apply to everyone,
including
the idea that the laws of Physics
Patr
apply to
wa
Alley
do indeed
with a blank expression on his face while
}ly
;ly.
Then, as
if in
a single instance, Patrick's
eyes ligh tup.
Alley:
reach
id
Go d
in Patrick's
What? Why
eyes)
you discover how
are
how
to stop time, or
(Patrick doesn't say a word). Well, what
or maj
the play will
end and we won't have
have to do
to die
Patrick:
T
Alley:
hope
>f
(i
so happy
is
first.
I
you to is it?
to go.
have one
just
question.
Nut
this
V\ fell,
how
Patrick:
Alley:
Well I'm
Patrick:
you
if
suppose
feel
But since time
|exactly.
you must continue.
to die? is
coming
ink of a way. Practically any
shouldn' as
go on ahead /e are
way
to
an end
will
it
do so long
we do Alk
:rrifying cry that startles Patrick.
Patrick:
Alley:
I
>!
Hn>
a dark v
What
Are you OK? what it must be
mind and m\
like to die.
It's
heart ever) tunc
scary. There's I
think ol
it.
wi
Patrick:
Hnl
point.
|nd.
I
^Hi
V
Alley: Patrick:
it
that, I
and now
to die, then
I now. Al
to
that
you mention
it I
see your
don't want to die.
do
is
what are we going
to kill
to
do now?
something and then revive
it
ke to die. (Pause. Patrick sees a biscuit within
<nfl
on the
tal
t
up.
He
This will
looks carefully
make an
at
it
and
sets
it
excellent specimen.
down Your
you please. (Alley hands him
pencil,
if
Alley:
What do you need my
the pen
pencil for? (Patnclf
begins to stab the piece of bread over and ove bread
it
can't be killed. (Patrick
Are you deaf? You can't
you could
what
and
isn't alive
bread).
it's
kill that.
It's
ccfl
usfl
something how would you revive
kill
like to die.
It's
nobody's right to know.
With these words Patrick throws down the p up the holy biscuit and
biscuit aside. Alley picks
examines both pieces and then sees that he
to give life to
Alley:
by pretending
it
(to the biscuit)
holy today.
feel a little
your head
sets
down. She
it
up both hal
frustrated, so she picks
is
How
are
it
can
talk.
you feeling toda\
You don't say?
bobbing cork
like a
that
in
the
In fact.
I
t
H
ocean? Yes,
consuming me. feel like I'm drowning. Help n swim. Don't die, oh please don't die. (Alley tun d\ ing, can't you help him? I
Oh I'll help him all right. (He picks up
Patrick:
above
Noooo. (The pencil goes
I
straight through
and remains stuck there. Alley sees can't sec
tails
anymore. (Alley looks
out of her chair and remains
Arise
Patrick:
command
1
thee
at
that the
end
Patrick and
still
on the
Arise
*
flooi
Arise
Iroi
So what was it like to die? Is it a satisfa was horrible. All dark and cold. It vvas| coffin with no room for me to even breathe. It w; Patrick: How would you know' You haven't ev< Patrick:
Alley:
It
Alley: Just believe me.
bell rings
Patrick remain
Patrick:
I
wasn't pleasant.
and everyone gets up and leaves|
where they are and
stare
up
at
the
guess the time has finally arrived.
Alley: No! go-
it
It's
too soon,
it
can't
I
1
After the chanting of these words Alley slow
A
|
his head).
Alley:
I
I
be the end alrea
|
H
no matter what one does
Patrick:
Why can't we just
Alley:
to prepare.
stay here?
Why
must we
go now:
nmoned us and we must obey their callings.
Patrick:
Alley:
YH
I I
I
Patrick:
but
>ur fate,
Alley: Patrick:
Alley: \N
Patrick
characte
Alley
change o
it's
3
>
now?
I thought you didn't want to go either? We've done everything in our power to
late.
u clcss.
H
H
up
:tor
-
can't
you
just
change the script?
erhaps tomorrow
why
not
no vl
H
:w beginn
Why
not today?
ed, but
tomorrow's a whole new
script with
new
n;js.
I md play | you see
like this? After all that
this
that
I
hard work to
don't want to go to Physics?
and Patrick and Alley are lead off the stage by sed in black.
Angela
Up n' Up A coffee
shop
at the
top
of the staus. the coffee drinkers
unaware of her purple and blue and black dye(j
she just stares
over her steaming cup.
and through the mist I
blow her
a kiss that she
misses by two-fourths of a
Oh, what a
inclj
night.
two clou ns
in shirts striped
bh
gold straddle the chairs of their
litt
table, sitting like
dogs ready
missing the music h\
to hall
poun^ an
i
of integrity
and
I
eavesdrop on a converse:
about love and masturbation,
hou could
I
help but overhear.)
she was practical!) screaming
"How to
can he say something
III
you"
"Oh,
I
don't know,
but
maybe
and
that's
it's all
true"
how my peace
passe|
tonight. in a
purple
room
under a dim lamplight fat girl in the comer makes eyes at me, I'll leave sometime soon.
while the
but Inst. tell
me of Oz and Moon
of the
the
Dark Sidl
Our Chosen
tirelessly trudge
I
plots of
abandoned poems
pursuing hich
I
can
all
those
relate, revive
nd replace the "F"s
my mercies my memories my mouth.
with
become one of them share her obsessions.
Toge ther we conquer but
I let
her
battles,
fight,
timidly watch and admire
over her b ack-and-white print shoulder.
She
mu st know lil ce
;
I
stand behind her
a memorial statue,
commemorati ve figure of her previous victories. She be< ;omes my outlet of escape from so
I
mav
this disillusioned
rru irch into
world
her bold-faced
reality.
-using her battle plan,
see her aspirations
and
.
)
accept the challenge, the task
ecoming a small voice in an ink nse crowd of rioting critics. A whisper from me among the trenches. in the
mud and
darkness,
uish from her within the lines, r
we
hose
plea for appreciation.
who know
this is
Jen
DiaH
the words,
our battlecry.
Voice
Mr. Refrigerator
I
stomped
into the kitehen hissing a
And slammed my books into the And watched the wood leaves shiv( And hopped around on the warpatl I
Spitting foul
names and even worse|
Because she said
I
lied to her
And you and both know never And she said didn't love her anym And was a grain of sand in the Sal And told her I'd die for her And she told me to die And hit you And some of your heavier magnets And I'm sorry. I
I
I
I
I
I
li<
.
Unimportant
Back
thel
is
walking
closer to library b\
led on
was wc
lg.
down
even
v
at
reraii
because
every thin
sanity.
U
and the
1^1
x>rtant.
Be
it's
n
I
|
nH
could store and more.
it that was was following me wherever know where that was. Every time I in some tree branch looking down.
use
d
didn't
it
was
this
Christ*
\ma
had a huge mural on
life
now I'm
now
to
I
tried
my
best to follow,
and escape and company and
seeing black cats
watch over
me
it
all
over campus,
was when
I
was
they're back to see the sequel, like cult
nt.
lless I
Because
nportant.
iy
it's
not going to be quick enough,
enough, because I've got
Somehow
be enough.
me
it
Unimportant.
I
me
this cardinal
vas there,
o me,
brought
o see a disappointing second release for the
<
hundredtH and
But
i
around
ver the last one fans of a failing
in
that
the cold sun and the facade of a huge
fact that
look up
took the
one and only place
was only
I
limpo
tastefull) I
ross the t
Why
if
it
the pain you more of me to
all
you'll find
was your mistake
mistake to have met you
in the first
to treat
place?
Untitled
me
"There's something growing inside
something purple and glowing
I
I
must
sti
wear
find myself
e
imply
fatigue daily waiting for another attack of force aj
more its
words
painful
self-defense that
words
to build a
I
don't understand but I'm grl
all
you're doing
couple bricks
is
In this
ng
at
ce that
li
curling int|
painful
half-moon
one
another not quite 1/2 to 1/2 something like puzzle
we know
but
should wait for the
that vvc
again wait until
until its just right
each other maybe
"There
is
we try forcing summer and go
they should so
that's the
no good reason
its late
quite In
I'ml
it
for anj
ive wait
n
night an|
only thing to heal
yourself with an intimate emotion on your tongue
and cream where everything
is
is; its
it
it
II it
be sleeping and your
and sun streams through the leaves
you and you even
you ice
think, in
your
in this relaxation
to live twice
infinite
lbled up
I
vorite
d
fal
I
I
want
shadows
life|
lg past
w isdom,
that
ni/ed
a vessel of
is
a tmie|
me
—
ve for je ripple
li
clothes ides into
to be that vibrantly beautiful.
might break. Cradle
explode vibrantly onto
this
me
out
and
I
sunset and
it
turday
all thai
—
because
my
ol a tree
of purposes. This
and through
made
't
cream when the sun is so hot imagine being but more of an intangible cra\ ing like
in Hell a
let
wouldn't be the same constellation. Try explaii
when your mind should
an
morj
just
compromise.
constellation into a round paper ball and
in
sand
oi sott salty tears that taste like the lover Oi
love this poignant' and realizing
lis
us"
an oc
to find yourself in
chance
i
r full
gently in this e
canvas of sky and
heart-breaker son of the Sun lover of mine."
I
wj
e outh.
11
jlp
me
it-maker
— thoughts on the airplane
you aske J so
me
send
to
maili
i
of
(full
d bravi
s
and now
empty and
yi
i
trip
and not missing you
at all)
of
mall precious
that
xmsibility Âťur
hands
now
look out the window
onto the Jark side of the
irld
sen itch words onti
per
and
i
distracte< 1
by the
stars
(so brigh from this heig t
who whi Nper
to
me "
and susp mded i
my
feel bereft
i
it's in
so
something from
postcj
i
in cc
you w
in the v(
)
voices:
never see him again"
>etween belief and regret
think of
and time and space the distai ice
and how
how
i
it
cai l
between pe
shrinks in th
suddenly rem
irk
ber the taste of your
mouth
the exact color of your c the trans ent perfection
in
your a
my i
of
eyes
am
harci
struck w<
my
came
is
rage
cold and iconsistenc /e
and
lusi
the great I the strenj as
Goc
you risibility
be wrouj lildrcn c
Tom
loneliness
mselves to sleep for what
He
almost gave them
so
i
fly
and
my
and
i
away from you soul stretches thin
lean
my
forehead on the
drifting out
out into the darkness falling
into
memory
into futility
and love
window
Untitled
Stuck. In a
moment,
^oney in the world couldn't.
Bye, You. left. Me. moment. Away to a fovement away from you. To
Just
the
>eration.
on.
To
next person. Instick
Angela!
me
Who could be Abel
me. From you.
After
I
wake up with my back
against the cabii
underneath the kitchen sink.
My
shirt is wet.
It's
when
through that
I
feel the cool lick
I
my
try to
stand and notice
Two
yards
away
You
are at
my
I
of the
tiles
pants
my
collarboij
lies the fireplace
feet,
poker.
sobbing.
must have been cut
because you kneel over me, moisten youi with your tongue
and wipe the blood from
my
from you, the closest thing
forehead;
to a kiss
I'm
— Untitled
un
beautiful
can see me:
my
deeper than your perception will allow
tx.
lant roar of a
th<
il is
thousand
y ripening
bodies swell
t,
curve of hip
>ut
the eyes that whispers
maternitj
can you hear the collective cry? ii
begin
and oh how
1
ley despise themselves for
themselves daily
and the
with ridicule and self-loathing
hardening the mselves almost uncon sciously in
exp
1
of
man
man don't
lys desire
v.
which ca n destroy us?
that
and wh not it
e destroyer
here?
i
was 'he sup reme Gift of creation.
who
i
g
life...
and you. path etic and fumbling in
you
who
•
what
God
and
si:
and
it
ebbing bli
i
and waste
given you:
ha
you is
locked
and
struggles and politics,
hurt and break
still
wh have
in this
)
the power weak and humble body
:>wing in tears
it
and you may look from a distance at
my
courage and strength
the velvet
honeyed heaviness of m>
my amused
patience with you -
and you may i
will
call
me
beautiful
if \<
thank you on the behalf of
womanhood.
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Jiouse and laugh and cry.' Henry Trufan
"But
I
exist within the phases
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moon"
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the
bowl of sky
I rim
"Set
ovH
Jees
at
dusk"
Joseph Bates
farenheit and bake for eighty years.
Minna Chow
Jj pulls and twists at the roots of my Joe
life.
Woodman
"Me? I'm jusj
umbrell
never gave up,
fella,
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but theii
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here"
his fault
you died"
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to the point of e;
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lent.
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'Where
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come from
the only
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"ashes are ashes. ..lust
is lust
and Winter froze the both of Phillip A.
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"Performance" Camouflage
is
not a disguise;
perform
it is
a costume to
in.
am English and have pretended to be so since. am a painter because it is still the hierarchy. I am arrogant by design.
I
I
I
understand to be a painter
is
temporary;
it is
simply another constructed identity of ego and eccentricity. |
When you
Being a "Brit"
is
temporary
too;
believe your romanticized cliche's about |
"Tea Time" and "The Beatles" vow become audience and believe in
|
But by revealing
my disguise
I
my
my
props.
convert fantasy into|
reality.
Northern I
know
Ireland....
the history, studied the facts, the fence until
I I
I
I
tried to walk|
was pushed.
I am British. am prejudiced.
have an
identity.
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