8:40 p.m. - 01/11/03
anywhere we bear the burden of our destinies. -]]
Occasionally, a journal must serve as a scrapbook, a place to keep together all those little pieces of found understanding. All those little pieces that help with the more overwhelming ones. Forgive me for the lack of (original) words.
Cracker Jack Kid - Melissa Ferrick
If there's anything left you'll need it now
So reach deep inside yourself
And show them all how
You can survive
And you knew it wasn't gonna be easy
So ease your mind
And take a long drive to unwind
The Cracker Jack Kid
You've got to search for the prize
And always remember
I, me, mine
And you the youngest
Fullest of heart
Yeah you the restless
You could never go to bed
Yeah you the speechless
You preteneded that could read
Until you were ten
The Cracker Jack Kid
You've got to search for the prize
And always remember
I, me, mine
The Cracker Jack Kid
You've got to search for the prize
And always remember
Jump jangle jiggle and rock
Fly through the sky
Sail across the top
Spin out, give out, give in
You're alive
Remember, memories
Don't hold you down
Some of them even make you
Laugh out loud
Yeah you are a smiling
Squinty eyed brow
You've got some kind of something happening
Inside you now
The Cracker Jack Kid
You've got to search for the prize
And always remember
I, me, mine
***
Rape Poem - Marge Piercy
There is no difference between being raped
and being pushed down a flight of cement steps
except that the wounds also bleed inside.
There is no difference between being raped
and being run over by a truck
except that afterward men ask if you enjoyed it.
There is no difference between being raped
and being bit on the ankle by a rattlesnake
except that people ask if your skirt was short
and why you were out alone anyhow.
There is no difference between being raped
and going head first through a windshield
except that afterward you are afraid
not of cars
but half the human race.
The rapist is your boyfriend's brother.
He sits beside you in the movies eating popcorn.
Rape fattens on the fantasies of the normal male
like a maggot on garbage.
Fear of rape is a cold wind blowing
all of the time on a woman's hunched back.
Never to stroll alone on a sand road through pine woods,
never to climb a trail across a bald
without that aluminum in the mouth
when I see a man climbing towards me.
Never to open the door to a knock
without that razor just grazing the throat.
The fear of the dark side of hedges,
the back seat of the car, the empty house
rattling keys like a snake's warning.
The fear of the smiling man
in whose pocket is a knife.
The fear of the serious man
in whose fist is locked hatred.
All it takes to cast a rapist is seeing your body
as a jackhammer, as a blowtorch, as adding-machine-gun.
All it takes is hating that body
your own, your self, your muscle that softens to flab.
All it takes is to push what you hate,
what you fear onto the soft alien flesh.
To bucket out invincible as a tank
armored with treads without senses
to possess and punish in one act,
to rip up pleasure, to murder those who dare
live in the leafy flesh open to love.
***
Somehow we get there/ from wherever we are/ somehow we get there/ no matter how far...*
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*mf, again
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