1. when the morning stars sang together
TV in the bedroom, TV in the kitchen, TV in the bathroom, TV in the livingroom. In defense of sullenness I stake a claim on the dawn, plant myself in between the cranked-up speakers wringing out the hired mourning of Joy Division. It makes a big difference to me. The Haiti earthquake becomes earthquakier, various senators become more pitiful and pitiless, buckets of fried chicken glisten like coldsores. Gods are being whiplashed all across the spectrum, everything detransfigured from within. From within this very day.
© Ger Killeen
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