Carlos Cuevas and Miki Esparbé Smiley 1.03 "Bringing Up Baby"

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Carlos Cuevas and Miki Esparbé Smiley 1.03 "Bringing Up Baby"
Fat disgusting body
let me be skin
and birds
If there is a god of peace
Do you think she’s pretty?
Sometimes she’s old
Sallow and bony
Heaped in a sofa chair
Too frail to stand
Too pained to rest
Too achey to tie her hair
Convinced Husband To Go Out In A Blizzard Dressed As Death, Neighbors Stared
Convinced Husband To
Go Out In A Blizzard Dressed
As Death, Neighbors Stared
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
this is a poem
i couldn’t not draw this
the rat poem is too powerful that’s why they don’t talk about it
holy shit
If I died now
I wouldn’t care
What happened to my soul
I don’t think it exists
(It doesn’t)
But my body?
-
They’d have a funeral
To showcase my memory
My body
The prop
Plastered over
With religion
They’d say
They’ll see me again
That I was a chosen spirit
(I’m not)
That I faced challenges
That no one understands
(They don’t)
But they’ll say nothing
Of the men I loved
All nameless “challenges”
-
Save your hopes of reunions
For next Christmas
Pray I’ll come back
Or maybe—do something about it
Love me
All of me
Maybe the man with me
Not just your memory of me
-
If I died
I’d be someone else
And that’s why I’m afraid of dying
I cried the first time I read this at the MoMA.
[ID: an untitled 1990 art piece by david wojnarowicz. it features two columns of black text on a white background. in the middle of the two columns of text is a grainy, black and white cut-out of a photo of the artist as a young boy from the waist up. he has a buzzcut and wears a patterned shirt. the lines of text in the columns are shaped to surround the outline of the boy.
the text on this art piece reads, “One day this kid will get larger. One day this kid will come to know something that causes a sensation equivalent to the separation of the earth from its axis. One day this kid will reach a point where he senses a division that isn’t mathematical. One day this kid will feel something stir in his heart and throat and mouth. One day this kid will find something in his mind and body and soul that makes him hungry.
One day this kid will do something that causes men who wear the uniforms of priests and rabbis, men who inhabit certain stone buildings, to call for his death. One day politicians will enact legislation against this kid. One day families will give false information to their children and each child will pass that information down generationally to their families and that information will be designed to make existence intolerable for this kid.
One day this kid will begin to experience all this activity in his environment and that activity and information will compell [sic] him to commit suicide or submit to danger in hopes of being murdered or submit to silence and invisibility. Or one day this kid will talk. When he begins to talk, men who develop a fear of this kid will attempt to silence him with strangling, fists, prison, suffocation, rape, intimidation, drugging, ropes, guns, laws, menace, roving gangs, bottles, knives, religion, decapitation, and immolation by fire.
Doctors will pronounce this kid curable as if his brain were a virus. This kid will lose his constitutional rights against the government’s invasion of his privacy. This kid will be faced with electro-shock, drugs, and conditioning therapies in laboratories tended by psychologists and research scientists. He will be subject to loss of home, civil rights, jobs, and all conceivable freedoms. All this will begin to happen in one or two years when he discovers he desires to place his naked body on the naked body of another boy.” /end ID]
Jesus! Close the window blinds
Don’t let heaven’s light inside
God knows it sparks our souls to burn
But worse it fades the furniture
Look once, you’re a man
Look twice, you’re a sinner
But look once at a man
And we’ll vomit our innards
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I looked at a man
Only his mother had seen
And felt with my hands
Where hers had not been
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Look again and find brimstone
Turn away to find fault
I looked at his hip bones
And found a pillar of salt.