Everywhere we were saying, “don’t shoot” and everyone (finally) began to question harder, to mourn louder and to sift our bodies into harm’s way because that, as a mode of defense, was all that seemed left us to do. What occurs over much of this issue is where the real world and our lives in art collide to great effect.
Be thankful for the sleepless
child when, in the middle of the night,
burned the flag, the grieving would have fluxed all
made the card on microsoft paint told me my arabic
was not bad for a foreigner you can barely
hear the accent
Why the grass grows machete-long beside
the cracked pathway,
loud from speakers, narrating with each thrum
a new life, it emerged rough on our tongues; cigars
blackened to ash.
She wanted people to love her enough so they’d indulge her for existing. She even wanted waiters and waitresses to love her. She’d chat them up in a cutely unctuous sort of way and was very pained if she couldn’t finish her meal, worrying the waitress would feel bad about it. Maybe a certain extraordinary kindness was mixed in there as well.
So the better, more useful question before us is: Does he mean for the portrayal of black people in his books to be offensive or is it an unconscious-yet-still-egregious tic? Is Stephen King a full-on practicing literary bigot?
After all, there’s a singing boy in the tunnel. It must be dealt with. But the train roars forward with no special halts, and as it thunders through the tunnel — it snatches the shadow and the boy with it.
By the time the sun came up, the campus was covered in a sickness and ignorance colder than the April snowfall of a few days before, now littering the ground, embedded with dirt and grime. The only spot of cleanliness I noticed when I arrived on campus this afternoon was the public outpouring of support for those harmed by the act.
there’s a comfort we can work with create a monster to hide a monster vampires are all the rage in the 21st century a sexy lie don’t look at me I’m busy here his profit margin as a citizen is low he probably won’t reach 30 with all his freedoms with all his hands open