A beautiful creature lost it's life today...I took it...
and although I feel somewhat horrible about the brutal "killing", I am pleased knowing my mother is safe, that she is okay and can continue to garden at her leisure. I love her, and although I tried to preserve it's life, holding the thing back, trying to calm it down, it still persisted to cross into our territory... it threatened my mom with its teeth, it tried to bite her, it almost bit me, and even after I managed to push it out of our yard and onto the street, It charged back and made me feel "uncomfortable" so with the shovel I had, I fucken cracked it over the head and cut a deep gash into its trachea, killing it with a blunt object and watching it bleed out. I debated giving it another whop to shorten the process, but a respectable animal deserves it's final wishes, it deserves to live as long as it can, and although I am against the harm of a wild creature, nothing will ever threaten the peace of my mom, the peace of my dog, the peace of this home.
fuck it, I took another chop and whiped its head off. my mom bought me chinese food after
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Influence.
Fairmount Park, Riverside California.
Fall 2011 found me here, with a backpack and food, water and a camera -side of this lake, alone and reading, reading this excerpt. I would drive about 20 miles, to watch the sun go down here, with these words, and this experience; reading over and over:
Tom: I didn't go to the moon, I went much further -for time is the longest distance between two places -Not long after that, I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape for the last time, and followed from then on -in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space -I traveled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. -Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions. I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then (all at once) my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes... Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger...Anything that blow your candles out! (Laura bends over the candles.) -for nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles Laura-and so goodbye. . . .
(She blows the canldes out.)
(The scene dissolves)
Tom's speech at the end of this play...
Fall 2011 found me here, with a backpack and food, water and a camera -side of this lake, alone and reading, reading this excerpt. I would drive about 20 miles, to watch the sun go down here, with these words, and this experience; reading over and over:
Tom: I didn't go to the moon, I went much further -for time is the longest distance between two places -Not long after that, I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape for the last time, and followed from then on -in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space -I traveled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. -Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions. I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then (all at once) my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes... Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger...Anything that blow your candles out! (Laura bends over the candles.) -for nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles Laura-and so goodbye. . . .
(She blows the canldes out.)
(The scene dissolves)
Tom's speech at the end of this play...
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