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Eviction Notice Edition 2004
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Eviction Notice Edition 2004 |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Eviction Notice Edition 2004 1: First, I am either with a roommate or a friend who is telling me how he is from Montana the big sky state. I have heard the women of Montana are the way I want to be, courageous, resourceful, determined and strong; which is why they were among the first to get the vote; and that also like me, they share a reverence for all life. He says it's true, and I should go there some time. I ask him if the winters there are beautiful and harsh. I ask him if the coffee there is hot. 2: I am out in the sunlit patio at the Ark, where I use to live in Austin I am standing by the pool with either a woman or a couple, and telling her, or them, how I grew up speaking Spanish---- but that now I just speak English. As we discuss this, it begins to dawn on me that I am nude, yet we go right on talking as though nothing is amiss. How can they not notice? Is it possible they can not see? I half expect to here someone say something like, "Pardon me. I don't mean to offend you, but do you realize that you're ... ..." '''" but no one says a word. I suppose they only want to be polite. 3: I get a feeling of a room, a bad and dismal feeling, some one wants to kick me out. A girl comes out those plate-glass sliding doors; (It's a bossy little bee I use to know). and pulls me back inside, then hauls me to the desk. This teenage kid back there is talking ... This kid, short, obese, This kid, who has acne and bad teeth, This kid, Who thinks he's more fortunate than me, is yelling. But in the real world I am deaf, so in the dream I can not hear him; and bossy bee yells in my bad ear in that crude and ugly way the hearing do: "HE CHECKED THE COMPUTER AND HE SAID THAT YOU CAN STAY FOR NOW BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO MOVE OUT." 4: In the real world, I am blind. So in the dream she tries to haul or punch or drag me (not quite knowing which to do) down the hall, in that clumsy bumbling way the sighted do, as if I were a heavy shapeless bag. It is a long, long hallway, and from somewhere far away there is a dank and chilling draft, and I am still nude. And I begin to shiver. This hall reminds me of a nursing home, of a place where life is ended, of the hospital and morgue, of the school where children died because a caretaker got sloppy. She tries to either pull or punch or push me (Not quite knowing which to do) down an endless spiral of stairs, I am gliding smoothly down, down, down, ... like skiing, like flying, without taking any steps; but bossy bee can not keep up with me, having to climb down the usual way. Finally, at the bottom, she tries to pull or push or stuff me (not quite knowing which to do) in a cold and cheerless room; and I begin to scream. "Let me walk Please let me walk; ! ''' I can walk, dammit! ''' ''' '''" 5: At last, I am alone. I open the door, letting out a dank and chilling draft, and I begin to shiver; although there seem to be no open windows in the room, no air vents, no furniture, nothing there at all. I am feeling like unwanted useless merchandise, like a heavy shapeless bag, a pittiful quivvering blob of rotting putrid meat, an inert and bloated corpse, to be warehoused in cold storage and thrown out. Then, from far away, I can hear the distant strains of the Beach Boys' classic song, "In my Room." and that is when I feel it: the hot and stinging tears, the gut-wrenching despair---- eating, gnawing at my very vitals, Melting me inside. They don't know about the roiling churning cauldron of chaos, longing, and desire that seethes and burns inside me. alone in my room, alone in my life, The don't know About the torn and gussing hemoridge, Bleeding, Deep inside my heart. SC There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to In my room, in my room In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears In my room, in my room Do my dreaming and my scheming Lie awake and pray Do my crying and my sighing Laugh at yesterday Now it's dark and I'm alone But I won't be afraid In my room, in my room In my room, in my room In my room, in my room |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
*sigh* this has as great an impact this time as it did the first time I read it, mi amigo. And in touching this screen, remember we are in your room with you, the ones who care to understand. warm hugs to you |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
powerfully bleak.... a painfully emotional read... filled with symbolism ... damn... |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
got tears from me |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
 sad...  ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
So James, is it really tropical paradise there? |
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