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2 years, 11 months ago

Santander Bank was smashed into misc/poetry

Santander Bank was smashed into!
I was getting nowhere with the novel & suddenly the
reader became the book & the book was burning
& you said it was reading
but reading hits you on the head
so it was really burning & the reader was
dead & I was happy for you & I had been
standing there awhil…

—p.19 Cruel Fiction 128-131 (11) by Wendy Trevino
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2 years, 11 months ago

Santander Bank was smashed into misc/poetry

Santander Bank was smashed into!
I was getting nowhere with the novel & suddenly the
reader became the book & the book was burning
& you said it was reading
but reading hits you on the head
so it was really burning & the reader was
dead & I was happy for you & I had been
standing there awhil…

—p.19 128-131 (11) by Wendy Trevino
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2 years, 11 months ago

this was how we fought and spent our youth for/pq topic/life-on-the-left

After we had worked together for our beliefs in twenty-four-hour days without rest, bonded ourselves to each other through the inner struggles of self-criticism within our groups, confessed our social sins to our brother- and sisterhoods and lost our individual selves to our collective purpose, we …

—p.600 I Hotel 1977: I-Hotel (579) by Karen Tei Yamashita
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2 years, 11 months ago

where will these suddenly homeless people go

"The last tenant is being escorted from the hotel. He wants to make a statement."

_I am crippled, and I am deaf, and I am very old. I am alone here, and they put me in the street. I want freedom, the principle of American democracy in the richest country in the world. Do you think our mayor has …

—p.586 1977: I-Hotel (579) by Karen Tei Yamashita
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2 years, 11 months ago

let me stay here and live the few more years I got

Outside my door, I know the corridor is filled with the second contingent. Wet towel’s tucked under the door to stop the teargas. My mattress is outside, blocking the landing. Folks packed in like sitting sardines, arms locked and waiting. Police’s got to drag them out one by one. Then finally, the…

—p.487 1974: I-Migrant Hotel (423) by Karen Tei Yamashita