Greatpoets Is Good Today
Oct. 18th, 2004 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormand I am sick. Thus, I read and reread poems.
Jan Beatty.
When Foucault Entered the Body
As far as I’m concerned, being any gender at all is a drag.
-- Patti Smith
My friend Aaron said he’d like to give Vin Diesel
a tongue bath, and I guess that’s clear enough,
but I want more. I want to wear men’s shoes
because they’re stylish, sturdy – and just because
I think Patricia Arquette’s beautiful (and she is)
doesn’t mean I want to be her. Just give me a wife
beater and an AK-47 and I’ll be Nic Cage
bustin’ up Con Air, fuckin’ A. You can call me
shallow, but in grad school the main theoryhead
called me late at night for advice about his boyfriend
& that’s when Foucault entered the body –
give me a break with his “I’m not speaking” routine.
Nobody wants to inhabit his/her own body
all the time – Take my friend Aaron, for example.
When he’s irritated, he says, “panties, panties, panties”
and that helps calm him down. And just because
my husband had to explain Popa Chubby (the blues singer)
to me – doesn’t mean I’m naïve – just on vacation.
Why stay in the body and miss the ricochet back in,
the sweet body return with its jolt of red sugar
and don’t you just love the inside out of it?
The veins and pink slippery animal openings of it?
Panties, panties, panties.
When I dress in drag, honey, I’ll be in a pink-flower-
prom-gown with a motherfuckin’ tiara –
because sharkskin suit would be too much
like home.
It's an annoying kind of sick, and I'm learning not to call people up and make plans in the hour or two's worth of energy I have during the day, because I crash hard for the rest of it and that leads to guilty cancellations.
I want to be well, but I also want it to be summer again. The winter is so soulkilling, where there is the pain of cold if you don't seal yourself up against your environs. I hate that feeling of needing to be sealed up, locked away, of having no contact with the outside world in a real physical sense. It makes sense to be sick all winter; everything hates your body then anyhow.
Jan Beatty.
When Foucault Entered the Body
As far as I’m concerned, being any gender at all is a drag.
-- Patti Smith
My friend Aaron said he’d like to give Vin Diesel
a tongue bath, and I guess that’s clear enough,
but I want more. I want to wear men’s shoes
because they’re stylish, sturdy – and just because
I think Patricia Arquette’s beautiful (and she is)
doesn’t mean I want to be her. Just give me a wife
beater and an AK-47 and I’ll be Nic Cage
bustin’ up Con Air, fuckin’ A. You can call me
shallow, but in grad school the main theoryhead
called me late at night for advice about his boyfriend
& that’s when Foucault entered the body –
give me a break with his “I’m not speaking” routine.
Nobody wants to inhabit his/her own body
all the time – Take my friend Aaron, for example.
When he’s irritated, he says, “panties, panties, panties”
and that helps calm him down. And just because
my husband had to explain Popa Chubby (the blues singer)
to me – doesn’t mean I’m naïve – just on vacation.
Why stay in the body and miss the ricochet back in,
the sweet body return with its jolt of red sugar
and don’t you just love the inside out of it?
The veins and pink slippery animal openings of it?
Panties, panties, panties.
When I dress in drag, honey, I’ll be in a pink-flower-
prom-gown with a motherfuckin’ tiara –
because sharkskin suit would be too much
like home.
It's an annoying kind of sick, and I'm learning not to call people up and make plans in the hour or two's worth of energy I have during the day, because I crash hard for the rest of it and that leads to guilty cancellations.
I want to be well, but I also want it to be summer again. The winter is so soulkilling, where there is the pain of cold if you don't seal yourself up against your environs. I hate that feeling of needing to be sealed up, locked away, of having no contact with the outside world in a real physical sense. It makes sense to be sick all winter; everything hates your body then anyhow.
