Stan: I loved my madness but it wrecked my car
21:42Stan Rice =]
- Graffiti from "Singing Yet"
In the public toilets of the world
many of my friends find the everlastingly honest poetry
of graffiti, "only true literature
of the average heart." I find that too; but mostly
when I read those walls I read
the shy, sad language of men who are the voyeurs of their
own lives.
And when I see those huge, well-drawn cocks and balls
(how rarely a well-drawn cunt, which of course
is harder to draw) I see
the self-piercing penis of death,
the weapon of a losing war,
the stark ink prick dripping its stylized teardrops of sperm,
and I am made sad,
sad for women,
sad for the men who fear women so fiercely in their hearts
that they must display to the world
of men
the size of their huge loss.
- Twelve from "The Radiance of Pigs"
By the time you are twelve your affections are fixed.
I loved my madness


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