I can tell your name
by the markings on your face
~ David Byrne ‘U.B. Jesus’ 2001
by the markings on your face
~ David Byrne ‘U.B. Jesus’ 2001
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| Rick Griffin |
How long does it take for the inevitable to be born into the funk of the mundane soap opera that plays out on this cliff edge of survival?
The seeds planted by the old’s man’s garbled whispering gestated in Ellie’s head for months.
What tipped her, she wonders, what straw broke the camel’s back?
She supposes there wasn’t one really. No straw. No camel. No broken back.
It was more like a bird she remembers seeing; in a museum; way back when; a thin-necked glass bird filled with bright blue liquid, its bulbous body pivoted at the top of its glass pillar legs, nodding with the movement of the water inside its body until the accumulated momentum of thirty or maybe fifty nods causes the water to rush up the tubular neck; the bird pecks the ground, the neck, too small to contain all the water sends it back to the bulb; gravity thus returning the body to the upright position with a jolt that resets the system.
She left the Clave without goodbye, it was easier that way.
She doesn’t remember leaving but was unsurprised when she found herself on the road back here; back to this.
The seeds planted by the old’s man’s garbled whispering gestated in Ellie’s head for months.
What tipped her, she wonders, what straw broke the camel’s back?
She supposes there wasn’t one really. No straw. No camel. No broken back.
It was more like a bird she remembers seeing; in a museum; way back when; a thin-necked glass bird filled with bright blue liquid, its bulbous body pivoted at the top of its glass pillar legs, nodding with the movement of the water inside its body until the accumulated momentum of thirty or maybe fifty nods causes the water to rush up the tubular neck; the bird pecks the ground, the neck, too small to contain all the water sends it back to the bulb; gravity thus returning the body to the upright position with a jolt that resets the system.
She left the Clave without goodbye, it was easier that way.
She doesn’t remember leaving but was unsurprised when she found herself on the road back here; back to this.
| David Byrne | ||
| U.B. Jesus | ||
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