See those little bits of paper and whatnot on the ground in front of the silver minivan? That was a large pile of spent fireworks and related trash. The people in No. 5 were setting them off until midnight. Right the hell behind my car. And now I have a burned spot in the paint on the hood, where one of their stupid bottle rockets landed. Assholes!
We are not amused.
Iphigenia
collage (anatomical illustration, and blueprint) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
But you, Iphigenia, upon your head
Will the Argives wreathe a crown
Like a heifer, red, white, unblemished,
They will slash your throat.
For sacrifice.
Found poem created from the text of Euripides’ Iphigenia at Aulis.
Push back upon the shelf of silence
collage (anatomical illustrations, found art, child’s dress pattern, and altered poem) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
Push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts
and morbid doubt
because your lips are dumb
and
The world is better off without.
And the wind had ebbed away
collage (anatomical illustrations, magazine clipping, and altered poem) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
And the wind
had ebbed away
and left
the wildest notes
the shame
the darkest waves
the lava tide.
Clark, Marion G. and Wilbur F. Gordy. The First Three Hundred Years In America. New York: C. Scribner’s Sons, 1931.
This book (obviously!) belonged to Miss Earlene Geneva Cash of Stroh, Indiana. According to the vital records I was able to dig up, she was born February 12, 1923, married Gordon Louis Clark on August 13, 1946, and died on November 15, 1993.
From marking the beginnings and endings of assigned readings to underlining important passages to repeatedly writing her name in the margins, Earlene left her mark all over her little history book. I love finding books that bear the scars of their histories.
I’m not sure what Sod Cash is, but I bet it’s not legal in Indiana. (That was actually a veggie pizza. All the specialty pizzas are coded as supreme in their system.)
I’m a little tired of the French Embassy.
If you enjoyed Sinks! In! Bags!, you’ll love this latest offering from our very own maintenance department. Starring: Giant Concrete Chunks That Fall From the Ceiling, a large sheet of plastic, one perturbed cataloger, and a cast of several. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, it’s way better than Cats (but what isn’t?).
red paper boat 