The Plumbing Tree
 Adult Crawls
 Parrots of Erotic Island
 The Hearing of Linda Taylor
        Text From Hanging Earring
 Inside His Hat is a Host
 Revenge Poem
 Cloak of Earthly Objects
 Shy World
 We Are Lesion
 Im A Ballad


What is the difference between dressing up and getting dressed? Can a silhouette speak? Wearing the hats was a type of practice for her, a way to live beyond her emotional faculties the way an actor could. She wore hats for their over the top and garish effects on her silhouette. She liked to think of the large brim and exaggerated floppy bow as anachronistic gestures of a lazy, care free woman. Putting on and walking around with the hat felt like a performance in its self, the clothing spoke for her in a monologue of silhouette and gesture. She was harkening on a grandeur that felt misplaced from her era, the lackadaisical exoskeleton was a sinister joke she could have with herself. It was a type of in-articulable knowledge she could emit, like the casting of a spell. Maybe the schemes of some preachers who out perform God in order to take and embezzle money from their congregants, or the ways in which politicians reinforce family values only to corrupt and contradict them has something to do with her ideas of magic. It was an odd thought, but she enjoyed the idea that she was in cohorts with these men, dressing her self in over feminine and antiquated clothing as a way to take advantage of the idea of female. She was a woman dressing up as a woman, creating a shadow language to translate for her so that she could flirt with freedom.

The actor is far less moral than the actual murderer. An actor requires infinitely more power to keep from committing a crime than a murderer needs courage to complete his act. The murderer has accomplished an action; the dead body symbolizes a type of resolve. The murderer’s fantasies are satiated; their fury is exhausted. However, when an actor performs the crime of murder, they discover their capacity for evil, empathizing with and seeing in themselves a murderer. They go right up to the point before the actual crime occurs, and then retreat from the character they inhabited and shared. This emotional poison is released from the actor, passing into the audience like an iteration on telepathy. The stage and the audience all confront their ability for the crime, leaving the theater without the satiation that the murderer experiences. The actor has taken a form that negates itself to just the degree it frees itself and dissolves into universality. Maybe this is how the limits and possibilities of a collective imagination and desire is pieced together and expanded on.

Everyone in America played their part, never having to actually commit the crime. Through his political story telling, which he learned from years in Hollywood film he turned her into a caricature for all of America to get behind

She Said: I’ll play the part, I’ll play the part, but you’ll always miss the problem- I may be shallow and scum, but I know that history elongs to fools.