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2/23/2011
2/16/2011
the walls were built like laying bricks. the sods were cut about two feet long, were thirteen inches wide and four inches thick laid with grass side down. we had one rough-made door about six feet high and 2-foot-6-inches wide which was difficult to fit into the sod walls. the roof was lean-to type, there were three windows 2 feet by 2 feet with four lights in each. being set in two foot wide walls not much light could come in, of course no storm windows. many cold days in winter an inch or more frost would gather on the inside of the windows.
inside, it was 12 feet wide and 22 feet long. ten feet was curtained off for a bedroom, and the other 12 by 12 feet was used as a kitchen and living room./james rugg/1905
(skulls and bones in foreground)
the beginning of better things
inside, it was 12 feet wide and 22 feet long. ten feet was curtained off for a bedroom, and the other 12 by 12 feet was used as a kitchen and living room./james rugg/1905
(skulls and bones in foreground)
the beginning of better things
2/13/2011
2/12/2011
2/05/2011
hunger will make us mean
it will make us be not goodlooking
any more and we will become stringy
we will live in trailers and tents
on brownfields in long grass
behind long high fences made
of linked chain and steelpoles
hunger will make us pick up
things and throw them at each
other and throw things at animals
and run through the long grass
where the windblown refuse blows
we will throw things at each other
and throw things into the river
at that time we will grow ratlike
we will wear our hair in the style of
other animals like for example
the rat and we will grow leggy and
wild and sleep under bridges
we will sit underneath concrete
and watch the river all night and
get wasted and play with lighters
and pick up things and throw them
and throw things into the river
it will make us be not goodlooking
any more and we will become stringy
we will live in trailers and tents
on brownfields in long grass
behind long high fences made
of linked chain and steelpoles
hunger will make us pick up
things and throw them at each
other and throw things at animals
and run through the long grass
where the windblown refuse blows
we will throw things at each other
and throw things into the river
at that time we will grow ratlike
we will wear our hair in the style of
other animals like for example
the rat and we will grow leggy and
wild and sleep under bridges
we will sit underneath concrete
and watch the river all night and
get wasted and play with lighters
and pick up things and throw them
and throw things into the river
cold that was the coldest ever recorded
cold that came in from the north like
cold wind off cold forged iron and steel,
cold as ice twas, twas transparent pure
cold glass hoarfrost, windblown rime
cold sleet and cold wind turning into
cold snow and ice falling down from the
cold sky all night and continuing through
cold morning and several more days
cold nights and mornings and more
cold afternoons and evenings and nights
so they walked to keep warm
and when that was not enough
they ran to keep warm and when
that was not enough they hit themselves
with their fists and hit each other
and they drank til their faces were
numb and with bic lighters thawed
extremeties and lit their cigarettes
they sat in the coffee time and
they did not look like men or women
they drank liquor from coffee cups
and looked out the window listening to
extremeties and lit their cigarettes
they sat in the coffee time and
they did not look like men or women
they drank liquor from coffee cups
and looked out the window listening to
q 107 classic rock all day and night
till the sun came up and the cashier
came from behind the counter
and told them all to go home and that she had already called the cops
2/02/2011
land of iron
land of junk iron
land of that which is hinter
land of that which is not toronto
land of pieces of shit buildings
land of cars driving and parking
land of late winter grey snowbanks
land of what is seen from commuter bus window
land of grise or that which is grisly or greyed out
land of grottiness glimpsed through grit
land of grocery stores the size of cities
land of gritty parkinglots, ground glass, gravel rooftops of the
land of greatness, great size, greatly going, going through
land of all one can see from window of commuter bus
land of qew the long highway, the longest highway one has ever known
land of sitting in a seat and looking out the window of the commuter bus
land of that which has been covered in gravel, hoarfrost of salt, dirt, shit, urine,
land of sweatfrost and the various slowmoving body fluids which comprise this
land of internal organs, lakes and streams, fens, bloodways, bloody
land of scabs, frozen blood, blood on the arm, hot knives agains the body
land of people on qew the long highway and in the various great cities
going to hamilton
going to see the king
passing under king st and
wearing the yellow and the black
wearing it out and
wearing it back
passing the city hall and
seeing the people
standing in the square
holding signs and
huddling in the wintertimes
seeing the people vs. u.s. steel
staying warm by the fires
firing up the steel drum
staying warm by the old cokefire
sitting down by the fireside bright
burning the home fires
stoking the coalfire
holding the hot iron
fucking cold out
camping out on mary st. or
going home in the dark
holding hands over the stove's
glowing elements
staying warm
heating up the can
eating from the can (you can)
getting all liquored up and
holding a hot knife
holding it against the body
having iron in the hand and
carrying iron around
carrying it in the coatpocket
keeping the iron warm with the hand
warming the iron up
hearing about u.s. steel
spending 55 million $/yr to be
heating an empty building
heating the steel walls of the
building on depew st. where the
parking lots are motherfucking empty
were it cold, boy? were it ever
i say, i say: it were the coldest on record.
boy it were a hard one, hard to do or make,
hard times, dang, harder than iron, iron lung.
i say, i say: king kong's dingdong
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