I too have taken the god into my mouth,
chewed it up and tried not to choke on the bones
Rattlesnake it was, pantries
and good though a little oily.
(Forget the phallic symbolism:
snake tastes like chicken,
and who ever credited the prick with wisdom?)
All people are driven
to the point of eating their gods
after a time: it’s the old greed
for a plateful of outer space, that craving for darkness,
the lust to feel what it does to you
when your teeth meet in divinity, in the flesh
when you swallow it down
and you can see with its own cold eyes
look out through murder.
This is a lot of fuss to make about mere lunch:
metaphysics with onions.
The snake was not served with its tail in its mouth
as would have been appropriate.
Instead the cook nailed the skin to the wall,
complete with rattles, and the head was mounted.
It was only a snake after all.
(Nevertheless, the authorities agreed:
God is round.)
Geric Alonzo / Am I ?
Watercolor on paper, photoshop / 2013.
Dog menswear #ftw
Kristen Stewart with friend out in LA (x)
Zhang Huan. 1/2 (meat), 1998.
Amy Cutler . Molar Migration, 2012. Gouache on paper, 22 ⅜ x 22 ”.
I wish people wouldn’t just see me as the Asian girl who beats everyone up, or the Asian girl with no emotion. People see Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock in a romantic comedy, but not me. You add race to it, and it became, ‘Well she’s too Asian’, or ‘She’s too American’. I kind of got pushed out of both categories. It’s a very strange place to be. You’re not Asian enough and then you’re not American enough.