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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Saturday, September 3, 2005

the big easy

I'm furious, exhausted. Please please help them, why don't you?


Carmen Rios drowned in a flood in the little border town of Del Rio, TX, on August 22, 1998. The mayor was out of town. The people living near the river received no warning and no aid until too late. Nine deaths, nine Americans accounted for. But the morgues were full, and my mother couldn't find her mother's body among so many dead. It turns out she was wrapped around a stump, trapped with flood debris in a chain link fence, naked from the waist down, but still wearing the small gold cross she always wore around her neck. In the aftermath, Governor George Bush visited the town's flood shelters, shook hands with folks and held a few little ones in the photos they published in the special flood issue of the local newspaper. Many people were grateful that the Governor had taken time out to visit, but there were those who said that the Governor of Texas would surely like to be rid of the shit hole called Del Rio and all the shit living in it, and what better way than to delay getting there in time? Some said: well, you should know better than to put a house there, and some pointed out that all the druggies living in the house by Devil's Bend were washed out, thank God. The wrath of God, some said, and some: God helps those who help themselves.


Old gods are terrible to look at when
They weep, all bloated like spoiled fish.
One wonders if they ever understand
That they have caused their own grief. When the seventh day
Came, the flood subsided from its slaughter
Like hair drawn slowly back
from a tormented face.

from Gilgamesh


This from Lorna's blog: Open Your Home


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