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| nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME --Wurdz by Otep Shamaya |
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Spurred into ActionAugust 30, 2005 2:23 p.m. Related Reading Yesterday was really quite hard. I went to pick up my art work from Rose Hulman. The curator recently being all mean to me. Sending me threats, and short bitchy emails. When we got there I expected to see him, to get to talk to him, to appologize in person for it taking me awhile to pick them up. But he wasn't there, he had apparently go to lunch. He all my work waiting in front of his office to be pick up. I don't know why it bothered me but it did, There they sat on the floor like sex crime victims. all used up and then just idolly set aside. As my father went to move the truck to the loading area I ventured up the stairs. This was the hallway where the Large Format show was displayed, I figured it would still be going on. It wasn't. Instead I started noticing amazing piece after amazing piece by this girl I went to school. we was incredibly good, and these new pieces were so good I wanted to throw up. I think I quit looking at 4. I had to get out of there. It was such a punch in the gut. The Curator and now adopted her, and it seems he had given her a solo exhibition. How did something I had apparently failed to do. It really was a crushing ego blow. ...that combined with being exhausted for getting up at such and early hour, I felt so ill. I wanted to give up, quit fighting. and the funny thing is that before I went to look at her work I was staring at might realizing how good it was, how those pieces were much better than I remembered. Funny how things work. And when I got home I was confronted by the pieces I'm working on now, and how looking at her work made me feel like they were so adolesant. ..but when I saw them again, I realized that they are good. And I always work best with completion. Always. She and I used to always step head to head, We even talked about this. We both pushed one another to do even better work, I don't see how this shouldn't be the case now. I guess why it was so unexpected is that when I graduated ...the work she was doing then was alright, but nothing brillent. I thought she had lost her edge and her drive when she got married, her was suffering,.....But now it is so amazing good! I think I need to get back in touch with her. I bought a sketchbook lately. I felt the need to have something to write and draw in again, and collect things. ...things that inspire me, I've beedn really into the idea of the power of the woman. I've been looking at a lot of And doing portraits of strong woman, at least I want to. And of course my being spurred into action by Otep. One day at a time, one day at a time. |
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